I was sitting in my overstuffed leather chair in front of a slowly dying fire, on this, an utterly ruined Halloween night, when the thunderstorm that had been raging for hours and kept all the trick-or-treaters away suddenly became downright frightening. The room was lit with a bolt of lightning, and nearly simultaneously the house shook and the windows rattled from an enormous clap of thunder. And at that very moment, there was a loud electric bang, and the lights in the house went dark.

I checked the battery on my laptop, then shut the lid. You see, I was supposed to get a draft of my latest science fiction novel, The Rings of Planet Xebdon, to my agent, so he could shop it out for publishers. It was the fifth book I'd written. Only one, Faraway Land, had been picked up by a publisher. They'd sold a few thousand copies, and I did a couple of cons, but that was the end of my literary fame. This latest book wasn't going to change that. To be honest, I felt like I was running out of ideas, and out of steam as well. Writing was becoming a chore.

And now my internet was down and I have to send this dumb thing to my agent. Fucking hell. I hoped I still had cell coverage, because I sure as shit wasn't going to go out into this raging storm, this Halloween-ruining storm, to find a coffee shop with wi-fi. Even if there'd be one open at this time of night.

Luckily, the embers in the fireplace were still glowing a deep bright red, so I set the laptop on the side table, stood up, and tossed a birch log onto the embers. I watched as the paper bark lit on fire, and then tossed another on.

Satisfied that the fire was healthy, I went to find some candles. But I'd hardly made it two steps when another stroke of lighting lit the front porch in a bright electric blue, and I saw the figure of a person standing at my door. A small person. A child? Is was damned late for a trick-or-treater, especially on this miserable failure of a Halloween night. What parent would let their child venture out in this terrible storm?

I quickly opened the door, and standing before me was a girl of no more than ten or eleven, drenched entirely. Soaked through from the rain. She had her head down, shoulder-length black hair dripping with water. And she definitely was a trick-or-treater -- I could see a water-logged pair of kitten ears, laying flat against her dripping hair.

"One sec," I said. "I already put the candy away, you're the only kid I've had tonight. I gotta get a candle or something. The power just went out."

Then she lifted her head and looked at me. Her eyes were were wide, and dark brown, and animated with orange from the dim glow of the growing fire. They had a look of concern, like a child who was lost and hoping for help.

Those eyes pierced into me, and I realized instantly that she wasn't here for Halloween candy. Maybe that was her initial intent, but she had more pressing concerns now. I looked behind her, out to the street. Surely a parent must be out there waiting for her? With the street lights out, the road was completely dark, and what little I could see was obscured by endless sheets of rain. But there was nothing out there. No parent with an umbrella, no car idling at the curb.

"Are your parents with you?" I asked, shocked that they would have let her go out by herself.

Those big dark eyes looked right at me, and she shook her head, water falling from her straight black hair.

"Well," I said, "come in, and get out of the rain. I've got a fire going, and..."

The girl looked at the fire, and while her face was expressionless, she moved instantly, with feline-like dexterity, and a moment later she was sitting cross-legged in front of the fire.

Now that she was better lit, I could see a little bit more of her. She wore a black teeshirt, bearing some symbol, maybe the logo of the latest band that kids were into. I didn't recognize it, though that was hardly surprising. I had long ago lost any knowledge of the musical tastes of eleven year old girls.

The shirt was soaked entirely, and clung to her narrow frame like a second skin, and it was immediately and intimately obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra, and that her breasts had just began to grow.

Lower, the shirt ended before her skirt began, and a skinny midriff, shining wet, was bare and beautiful. Like her shirt, the skirt was also black, and short to begin with, but now that she sat cross-legged before the fire, the skirt had pulled up her thighs almost to the point of indecent, revealing long skinny legs that ended in pair of black high top Sketchers. The skirt was also slung low at her waist, low enough that two girlish hipbones were just beginning to show.

She looked up at me expectantly, while I simply stood above her and stared. As unbelievable as it was that her parents would let her venture out alone for trick-or-treating this late on a night like this, it was even more astounding that they'd let her out dressed like this. She looked like a little sexpot.

It was as if she'd walked out of my dreams. My perfect fantasy. My ideal girl.

And so I just stood and stared, like some horny lecherous lolicon. She didn't seem to mind, just looked up at me with just a hint of a smile beginning to form.

Eventually, I forced myself to snap out of my hypnotic stare. "I was just going to get some candles," I said. "The power went out. I'll grab my phone, too, and we can call your parents."

She kept looking up at me with those big brown eyes, her face still expressionless except for a little half-smile.

"And I'll get a towel or something, too," I added.

As I forced myself to walk away from this remarkable vision, I had a sense that there was something peculiar about the girl. It was just a passing thought, unformed and unfounded, and I stumbled though the dark room to the cupboard where I keep the candles.

Once I had a little light, I found my phone, grabbed a towel from the linen closet and a zip-up hoodie from my bedroom. The jacket would be far too large for the girl, but it would at least keep her warm until the fire got a little bigger.

When I offered the towel to the girl, she took it with that same wide-eyed expressionless look that she had when I first opened the door for her, and she ran the towel over her dripping hair. Oddly, this did not unset the waterlogged kitten ear headband that she was wearing, but instead caused the ears to lift from her head. Where they had previously been flat against her wet hair, they now perked up and swiveled on her head towards me.

These, I realized, were the finest set of kitten ears I'd ever seen. They seemed alive, and, unlike her face, were full of expression as they focused their attention on me. I'd heard of robotic cat ears before, but these were far more amazing than I'd ever thought such a thing could be, and it was astounding that a young girl would wear them on a night like this. She's lucky the rain hadn't ruined them entirely.

But my amazement at her ears was quickly replaced by something else entirely, when she set the towel aside, picked up the hoodie, and pulled her soaking wet teeshirt off.

I normally would have been enthralled by the vision of the child's bare back, long and narrow and so skinny that her shoulder blades and vertebra were obvious through her pale skin. And, while she was facing at an angle away from me, I could see her budding breasts and her little nipples, glowing pinkly in the firelight. She naively did not seem at all concerned to be exposing them to me.

But none of this is what attracted my attention. In fact, I was only vaguely aware that the beautiful child was topless in front of me. Something else about the girl had captured my full and undivided attention.

She had a tail.

As animated as her kitten ears were, they paled in comparison to her tail. Long and cat-like and as black as her hair, it swayed from side to side as she pulled the hoodie on. And this wasn't some silly tail pinned to her skirt; no, this remarkably animated appendage seemed to be formed exactly from her tailbone, just as if it were a real tail. Its position, I quickly noted, prevented the back of her little skirt from covering her, lifting the wet pleats in a most provocative way and exposing a pale, naked ass.

And then I realized, at that moment, that the child was pantyless under that tiny skirt.

And suddenly I understood why I earlier had the thought that there was something peculiar about the girl. The tail and the ears were beyond belief. I'd never seen such realistic animatronics before, or even imagined that kitten costume props this realistic could exist. It was very much like -- no, it was exactly like -- they were real. Her ears were covered in midnight black fur, just like her tail -- the same color as her hair. And the ears were turned directly towards me, revealing a pink interior that made my heart skip for a moment, as my mind reeled, imagining other places on her body with pink insides.

Apparently unaware of what her costume, and her thin little body, were doing to me, she zipped the hoodie, then reached up under the waistband and shimmied off her wet skirt. Though I knew the girl was now naked under the hoodie, it was oversized on her enough that it provided the necessary cover, save for the fact that her tail once again held the back of the hoodie up and showed off her skinny bare ass.

She sat cross-legged in front of the fire again, and now I watched in fascination as her ears remained focused on me, and her tail continued flicking from side to side.

"What..." I stammered, trying to grasp the vision before me. "Are those... real?"

She turned to look at me, and gave a little smile. As she turned her head, her ears swiveled as well, staying focused on me. And I noticed now that she had only partially zipped the hoodie, the catch barely up to her sternum. The bare breastbone of her thin chest was prominent.

"What are you?" I asked, a question borne from a dawning realization that something wonderful and magical sat before me on the floor.

She had no answer to my question, other than the little smile. Perhaps there was no answer to be had.

"I'll get you... I'll get you a pair of shorts or something," I said. But even as I said it, I realized it was absurd. Any shorts I had would be twice too large for her narrow frame, and besides, her tail would prevent her from wearing them.

"I'm okay now," she said, her voice soft and melodic. The first words she had said to me. "I like this..." She looked down at the hoodie. "It's very warm."

"Good!" I leaned down and picked up her wet clothes and hung them on the fireplace screen. "Let's get your shoes off, too. They're soaked."

She continued with her smile as I knelt next to her. I was glad for the smile; she seemed to be feeling safer now. More comfortable.

She unfolded her legs from their crossed position, lifting one sodden-shoed foot up to me.

As she lifted that leg, my eyes unthinkingly followed up her skinny thigh. The bottom of the hoodie, hardly enough to cover her even in a more modest pose, was now spread open, and in the reddish orange glow of the fire, I could see her tiny pale pussy slit. I had no choice but to stare. It was perhaps the most erotic thing I'd ever seen in my life.

Whether she knew she was exposing herself and simply didn't care, or was naive and innocent and unaware, wasn't clear. But eventually I managed to get the shoe untied, and took it off, along with a sopping wet sock. Her foot was narrow and thin, and cold to the touch. I took it in my hands to warm it, and the child lifted her other foot.

"So," I asked her, as casually as I could while I struggled against a great desire to look at her exposed pussy again, "tell me who you are. What's your name?" I was busying myself with a nervously excited fumbling of the wet laces of her second shoe. "We should call your parents. They must be worried."

"My name is Kaleigh, and I have no parents," she said. "Not here."

"No parents?" Five minutes earlier, I would have thought she was lying. But now, I wasn't at all sure what to think of this strange creature who had happened onto my doorstep this awful Halloween.

"I'm a stray," she said.

"A stray?" I echoed, bewildered.

"A stray kitten," she answered, this time accented with a little giggle, maybe because she was being funny, or maybe because I was inadvertently tickling her foot as I tried to warm it with my hands.

"What are you?" I repeated the question I'd asked her earlier. "Is your tail real?"

In response, her tail lifted, and it swung through the air, and she softly swayed the very tip of it over my hands as I held her foot. Then she slid her soft silky tail-tip up my arms, and onto my neck, and then my chin. I reached up and wrapped my fingers around the tip and gently stroked its soft fur.

The tail was alive in my hand, moving, flicking side-to-side. A sensuous, living object.

"Are you... some sort of magical creature?" I offered the only explanation of which I could conceive.

"I don't think so," she said, not sounding altogether convinced herself. "I'm just a girl."

I set her foot down on the floor, trying hard to not look longingly up the hem of the hoodie for one last glimpse of her pale slit. She stretched her legs out to warm her bare feet before the fire.

"So, Kaleigh is a beautiful name," I said.

She smiled, a dreamy, calm smile. "What's your name?" she asked.

"Harry," I said. "Harry Chisholm. Maybe you've heard of me?" Slim chance, but an aspiring writer is always hopeful. She looked at me, unsurprisingly unrecognizing, so I added, "I write novels. My book Faraway Land was sort of popular with kids your age."

She gave her toes an expressive wiggle. "I'd like to read it," she said.

"I'll get you a copy," I said. "I'd be honored if you'd read it."

She smiled, wiggling her toes some more, her tail flicking from side to side.

"Tell me, Kaleigh," I said to her, "where are you from?"

She looked out a window at the raging storm, her smile now gone. She seemed pensive, and perhaps a little concerned.

"I don't know," she answered. "Where am I now?"

"You're..." I stammered, unsure of what answer she was looking for. Lost for any better response, I recited my street address. That only made her seem more confused, and concerned.

I gave a sigh, and stood. "Well," I said, "we'll straighten that out when this storm is over, and the power comes back. Are you hungry?"

"I'm fine," she said, looking up at me with those big brown eyes, her attentive ears focused on me.

"Well, if you need anything at all," I said as I sat down in my big overstuffed leather chair, "just ask. I want you to feel safe here, and as comfortable as possible, until we figure this out."

She wiggled her toes one more time, then pulled her feet in under her and stood. The affect was interesting; her long skinny legs looked as if they would be barely capable of supporting her, and yet she bounced to her feet with a lithe dexterity, her remarkable tail swaying from side to side, perhaps providing balance? Although an observer sitting in his easy chair behind her as she stood, and staring with rapt attention at her bare little ass, must be forgiven for believing that the tail's primary, and perhaps only, purpose was sexual -- holding the bottom hem of the hoodie up, and swaying solely to cause that hem to shimmy from side to side and thus accentuate each ass cheek, first one, then the other, then the first again.

She swiveled on one foot to face me, and with a similar lithe dexterity, took two purposeful strides and climbed onto my lap.

"I feel safe," she said with a comforting sigh as she curled up, tucking her long legs underneath her and leaning her head on my chest.

Unsure of what exactly I should do, I gingerly set my hands on her back in a feeble attempt at a hug. Immediately her tail lifted, which had the effect of lifting the hoodie to reveal more of her pale ass, and she arched the tip of her tail down, and she softly stroked it across my hands.

There was something so magical about her tail; the mere touch of it sent sparkles though my body and caused my cock to stiffen. It was a reaction I wasn't particularly comfortable with, and a feeling of guilt, along with sexual excitement, washed though me. After all, it was just the kitten girl's tail, as odd as that sounds to say, and it was just doing what tails do.

But when the tail settled on my wrist, she wrapped it around, once, twice. It seemed like she was giving my wrist a tug, and I had the distinct impression that she was urging me to move my hand down her back.

My conflicting emotions intensified. Through some strange circumstance, some entirely inexplicable and seemingly magical event, this strange creature, this beautiful kitten girl, had come to me, had arrived at my porch in the middle of a giant thunderstorm on a ruined Halloween. She came seeking, or at least needing, my aid and my protection. Only a despicable man would take advantage of a girl in a circumstance like this. And I might be a rake, and a womanizer (at least in my own mind, if not in the minds of the women), but I am not a despicable man, and no matter how exciting the possibilities are, I would not take advantage of a child like this.

And yet, at the same time, another, contradictory thought, from the dark recesses of the animal parts of my brain: This girl is behaving exactly like she wants to fuck.

There wasn't really any question which argument would win. For a man at times like these, the animal part of the brain makes all of the decisions.

And so I slid my hand down to the girl's bare ass. Or if you prefer that I sound less lecherous, perhaps I should say that I allowed her tail to do what it was already trying to do, to pull my hand down. Either way, the result was the same, and a moment later I had one hand on her bare hip bone, the other lightly petting one check of her ass.

Whatever slim chance there was that the guilt would to overcome the lust was quickly batted down, when she repositioned herself on my lap with one leg cocked to the side. She wrapped her tail around my wrist again, and tugged me further downward.

It was an unmistakable invitation, my animal brain said. The guilty side just shrugged its shoulders and admitted to the obvious.

And so my hand slid down, or allowed her tail to pull it down, following the path of her ass cheeks. When my fingers arrived at her pussy, I felt a rumbling emanating from the kitten girl's chest, and it dawned on me that she was purring.

My fingers slowly stroked along the child's little slit, and the purring increased in both speed and intensity, turning into a rolling, swelling sensation and becoming audible, at first barely noticeable but quickly rising in volume, the sound itself seeming to cause the candles to vibrate and the fire to flare.

The effect was otherworldly. Everything in the room, even the inanimate objects, was attuned to the sound of the kitten's purr. And for me, the purring had a magical effect. My cock, which had been half-erect since I first laid eyes on this child when she stood dripping wet in my doorway, and which had quite involuntarily gained full stiffness when she climbed onto my lap, was throbbing with need now as the purring bathed it in a warm and comforting vibration. Attempting to calm myself, I leaned down and kissed the top of her head.

Her ears reacted first, swiveling upwards. And then her face followed them, looking at me with big wide dark eyes. We stared at each other for a moment and then I leaned my head down, and she lifted hers further, and we kissed. I slipped my tongue into her mouth and explored, and I was surprised to discover that she had elongated, cat-like incisors. Her tongue, though, proved to be soft and wet, just like a normal human tongue, and we kissed for the next ten minutes while I continued exploring with my hand, feeling the shape of her pussy -- two soft mounds meeting together at a warm little slit. I followed that slit until I found her clit, the sweetest tiniest little clitty I had ever even imagined could exist, and the girl purred steadily while I circled my finger around it.

Her purring convinced beyond a doubt that it was the girl's intention to fill me with desire. I throbbed even harder. My balls ached. All thought of caution was gone now, all tenderness, all concern for her well-being. All of this was gone, and all that remained was lust. Unbridled, unfulfilled, primal need.

And so I wrapped my arms around her and lifted the thin little thing from my lap, and stood. I turned and set her back on the chair, on her knees, and she seemed full aware of what I had in mind and bent forward, lifting her ass into the air, her tail standing provocatively upright and her ears cocked backwards, as if her kitten parts were telegraphing to me her understanding of my intentions, and her acceptance.

A moment later my pants were at my feet and I stepped out of them and knelt, grasping the kitten girl by her thin hips bones and pulling her to me. She turned her head to look at me and made the most remarkable sound. You might say it was a squeak, or a snarl perhaps, but I realized instantly that it was a meow. "Nyah," the girl said, looking at me with her wide brown eyes.

Gripping her hipbones tight, I positioned the tip of my throbbing cock against her slit, and she meowed again, "Nyaaah," and then I thrust my hips forward. Her wide eyes suddenly squinted shut, her mouth opened wide and she bared her kitten teeth and exhaled a long, high-pitched hiss.

If the child was a virgin, there was little indication to me. Perhaps I drove in so hard that her hymen parted the instant I made my rude assault. Regardless, the intrusion of thick cock into tiny puss must have caused her pain, and she lifted her head in the air, her ears now flat against her head, and let out a wail like some unknown creature of the night. I shocked myself by responding with a howl of my own, much lower-pitched than hers, a long, gravely, guttural grunt. I gripped so tightly to her hipbones that my fingertips dug into her skin and I reared back and drove forward and sunk into her.

Our sex was passionate and animalistic. She hissed and growled and mewed throughout, and was purring audibly and quite physically the entire time. I was like a crazed bull, a stud stallion. I was a tomcat, and she was a kitten in heat for the first time in her life.

I didn't last long, I'm ashamed to admit. I'd dreamed my entire life of fucking a pussy like this -- tiny, tight as a vice grip, nothing like the slutty hole of a grown woman at all. And this girl was made to milk me. It was her only purpose, her only use, and she did it to absolute perfection. The rumblings of her purrs resonated through her pussy and excited my cock with an electric feeling that begged for cum, for all my cum. And her howls and mews echoed through the firelit room.

There was never a better sex toy in the history of the world.

I quickly passed the point of no return, and I drove into her hard. Merciless. I had always imagined my first sex with a young girl would be gentle -- kind and cautious. But I had no compassion for her at all during the five minute that we fucked. She was simply and only a tight wet hole, and I took full advantage, violently stretching her tiny vagina open, forcing myself into her, and soon I was as deep inside her as I would have been if she were a woman.

I did not stop. I did not slow down. And I grabbed her tail in one hand and a chunk of her hair in the other, pulling hard on both. And I exploded.

She howled, and I groaned, and I pumped my cum into her, slamming in with each aggressive shot. My orgasm lasted an eternity, fueled by her electric purring, which if anything increased in intensity as I came inside her. But, eventually, I was spent, my balls drained, my orgasm dissipating into only rhythmic twitching of my satisfied cock. I held her down, and stayed inside her, and she looked back at me with her wide brown eyes and a questioning look, ambiguous, at once asking, "Why did you do this to me?" and, "Why are you done? Don't finish, I need more!"

Eventually I slipped out, and sat back, but the kitten rolled over onto her back and lifted her ass into the air. In the process she quite intentionally pressed her sopping pussy against my flaccid cock, and began to rub, lifting her hips and sliding her cum-drenched lips up and down. The lips quivered with her purring. It was like her pussy lips themselves were purring. 

My cock was fully spent from our first fuck, but he responded like a cock will do at a time like this, and when the kitten girl felt me grow to half-mast, she raised her hips up higher, caught my cockhead in between her lips, and slid down onto it.

I easily entered her this time, even though I was not yet fully hard. She was open and distended, stretched beyond recognition by my first assault and fully used. As I began sliding inside her for the second time, she settled her hips down onto the chair again, and smiled. She was obviously quite pleased with herself for having gotten me inside her again, and so quickly after my first cum.

This time was quite different than the first. My burning desire was gone now, my overpowering need satiated, and she herself was also calmer, no howling and hissing and a more subdued purr, still an endless rumble but now not overwhelming me with the sensation of her whole body vibrating. Now just a steady, loving purr, coaxing me to fully hard again.

The girl could take it all, every inch, and I set a steady pace. I wanted my second interaction with this beautiful little pussy to last forever.

The kitten had her big brown eyes locked with mine, and she reached up to the clasp of her hoodie's zipper. She pulled the clasp down, and the hoodie opened and fell away to her sides, revealing her little nipples to me.

The candle next to the overstuffed chair was all the light that cast on them, my large frame blocking the glow of the fire, and the most significant feature of the candlelight was the shadow, which revealed that the nipples stood up from her chest, held aloft by a half-inch of budding breast. The nipples themselves rose above their newly-forming breasts, little cones that stood up another half an inch.

The hoodie now unzipped, she reached up to my hands and pulled them to her chest. She left her hands in place on top of mine, and together we explored her little breasts. Her nipples were soft to the touch, and she had the tiniest little nubs that hardened when I rolled them between my thumb and finger. And as I pinched them, her purring increased, reverberating through her chest and around my cock, and I continued my steady pace inside her.

She removed her hands from mine and lifted her arms above her head. She smiled at me, her eyes half-lidded now, and lifted her long, thin legs and wrapped them around my waist, her feet crossed, holding me into her.

The kitten girl's arms now above her in a submissive pose, and her little nipples in my fingers, and her legs hugging me tight, all of this was more than enough to bring me over the edge, and I slammed hard into her, once, twice, and then I came. The orgasm was intense, and I shook and moaned as I fired what cum I had left to offer into the little girl's womb.

Again I stayed inside her, and I leaned down and kissed her, and she gave a feeble smile. Her eyes were nearly closed now, and I realized that it was late, and the girl was tired, and so I stood and lifted her and, taking a candle in my hand, I carried her to my bedroom and laid her on my bed.

I went back downstairs to take care of the remaining candles and tamp down the fire, and when I returned, she was asleep. I stood above her, looking down at the beautiful little kitten girl, with her midnight black hair and her fur-cover ears, with her jacket open and her chest so thin that her breastbone and ribs were prominent. And her immature breasts cast shadows again, little cone-shaped shadows on her skinny chest. And further below, her hip bones, those tiny narrow hips that I had held so forcefully while I violated her, were sticking out so prominently and provocatively from her sides. And her little pussy was tucked between her legs, but her clit was just visible in the candlelight. It was a little baby pussy that I had already cum in twice.

I stood above her, remembering the feeling of that little pussy when I first entered her, so narrow as I wedged my cockhead into her, but willing to allow herself to be stretched, and stretched, until I finally fit my full length.

I was hard now, staring at the little kitten girl, and I had a great desire to climb on top of her and spread her legs beneath me with my knees and force my cock into her a third time that night. But she was too peaceful in her sleep, and I felt other feelings towards her as well: a fatherly concern to protect the little stray, and a wonder at the sudden appearance of the magical creature in my life.

And so I extinguished the candle and climbed into bed next to her and in the darkness, to the sound of the storm still raging outside, her tail rose, and arched, and she set it on me, the tip gently stroking my bare skin until it found my cock and explored with a curious touch. But through this sensuous experience, the girl continued to sleep. Not wanting to wake her, but now fully aroused, I began to masturbate, and her tail responded by coiling around my head -- soft and gentle, but with a tightening grip.

Together her tail and I brought me to orgasm, and as I lay afterwards, panting, my semen pooled on my belly, her tail lapped through my cum and, though still apparently asleep, she lifted it to her mouth. Her lips parted and she licked the tail clean. She repeated this three more times until I was clean.

When I awoke the next morning, I was alone. An overwhelming sense of loss washed through me. She is gone? My little kitten-mate is gone! And then, I wondered, was it really all a dream? That seemed the only possible explanation. It was a dream.

I rose with great disappointment, and noticed out the window that the morning sun was rising, but an enormous tree in my neighbor's yard had fallen in the night, filling their yard with broken limbs. That much, at least, was real. There had been a terrible storm last Halloween night.

It was curious, though, that I was naked below the waist. I always sleep in my boxer shorts. And this brought back a flood of memories of the magical night before, the kitten girl so willingly giving herself to me, the intensity of my first entrance, the ease of my second, and the finale before I fell asleep with her tail gripping to my cockhead as I came.

If it was a dream, it was a very vivid dream indeed.

I made my way from my bedroom to the bathroom. In the hallway after relieving myself, I heard a little sound. It seemed to be a sigh, or a deep and contented breath, coming from my office. Curious, though hardly hopeful, I quietly opened the door and entered the room.

There, on my office chair, a long-limbed little girl was curled up into a ball. Her head was tucked against her knees, her feet underneath her, a long midnight-black tail snaking up her back. She wore my zipper hoodie, and nothing else, and while she appeared to be asleep, her ears stood at attention, turned to focus on me, an astounding color of candy-pink inside them.

I stood with calm delight as I realized that it was not a dream at all, that last night's horrific storm had brought to me this gift, this little girl. This little stray kitten.

Her eyes opened, dark, alive, and beautiful, and she smiled.

"Good morning," I said softly.

"Nyaaa," she said in soft reply.

"Why are you here, in my office chair?" I asked her. "The bed is much more comfortable."

She only smiled, and stretched, arching her back and lifting her skinny arms in the air. Her mouth opened wide in a yawn, and I could see her teeth. I remembered those teeth from the night before.

When her yawn was done, she uncurled herself and swiveled the chair to face me. She leaned forward, took my rapidly thickening cock between her thumb and finger, and slapped it against her cheek. She giggled, then wrapped her little fingers around it and held it against her face and began stroking me, looking up at me with her big wide dark eyes, smiling.

Then she turned her face, her eyes still locked on me, and began giving my cock little kisses. Kitten kisses. She gradually worked her little kisses up the shaft until she arrived at the tip, then glided her little pink tongue around the ridge of my cockhead. When she reached the underside, she pressed the tip of her tongue against me and dragged it up to my hole, then pushed in and made little teasing circles.

I let out a moan, and in response she opened her lips and slid them down my head until her lips were around the base of my ridge.

And then, she began to purr again. She was sliding her mouth back and forth over my head, sucking, with her eyes and her ears locked onto me. Her purring increased in intensity and volume, until my cock was vibrating, a sensation that flooded my brain with a most amazing wave of pleasure hormones, and while I wasn't anywhere near cumming yet, the sensation was very much like orgasming. I was orgasming in my brain, if not my cock, from her purring and her sucking and her staring up at me.

Those big brown eyes twinkled, and it was clear to me that she had miscevious smile hidden behind a mouthful of my cock. She slid her mouth down further, slipping her soft wet tongue beneath my head, and I suddenly felt the pinpricks of sharp little teeth biting gently at my shaft. Her purring increased, louder and faster, as she held me in her teeth, and once again my brain flooded. This time the orgasm was accompanied by a quick expulsion of precum from my cock, and I rolled my head back and moaned.

With what certainly must have been a self-satisfied grin, had her mouth not been full of cock, she released her teeth, then pushed her little face down until my cock hit the back of her throat. She paused, let out a small guttural sound, and backed off. Her wide eyes now closed, and her ears upright and taught, and her tail standing stiff, she made a little moan, then pressed forward again until her nose was against my belly, and her chin against my balls, and my cock was buried in her throat.

Now she opened her eyes. She looked up at me through her bangs, her eyes red, tears welling. She coughed, then pulled back completely, my cock leaving her mouth but connected to her by a thick string of saliva mixed with precum. After catching her breath, she started sucking along one side of my shaft, lips and tongue sliding wetly. She opened her mouth wider and wrapped her lips around my shaft, and then her eyes glimmered, just slightly, and she sank her teeth into my cock again.

I let out a painful yelp, and she giggled around my cock but did not let up her grip. Despite the pain, or perhaps because of it, I had that same amazing rush of hormones, and this time the orgasm was accompanied by an overwhelming need to cum. Kaleigh seemed to sense this, and with smiling shining eyes, quickly slid her tongue up to my head, wrapped her lips around me, and began sliding rapidly up and down. Her purring now was as intense as it had ever been, and in a matter of a few seconds, the hormones flooded my brain again, and I rolled my head back and groaned out a long low "Fuuuck."

At that very moment, Kaleigh the Kitten sunk her teeth into my head.

I wouldn't say I passed out at that moment, but I definitely lost consciousness. Or it would be better to say, I found another whole level of consciousness right then. Heaven didn't hold a candle to this. Enlightenment was insignificant by comparison. Almost instantly, I expelled an enormous shot of cum, slamming into the back of her throat and filling her mouth. She gagged, sputtered, swallowed, then took my second shot.

The kitten girl swallowed most of it, and what she couldn't swallow dribbled down her chin and hung in viscous drops that slowly fell onto the hoodie that she still wore.

She smiled up at me with her little pink tongue just poking out between her lips, and her tail swaying proudly from side to side.

"You're a little minx, you know," I said to her.

She grinned, then opened her lips enough that I could just see the tips of her kitten teeth.

I made us french toast and bacon for breakfast. Kaleigh devoured hers, and I had to make another batch of both. The child could consume a lot of calories, that's for sure.

During breakfast, I approached the topic of her parents again. "Well, the power's back on," I said, "and we should try to figure out how we're going to get you back home."

"I can't go home," she said as she stuffed a too-large forkfull of french toast in her mouth.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

She chewed and swallowed and then said, "I'm in exile."

"Exile? What do you mean?"

Her ears drooped, and her lips pursed. "I've been exiled."

"Exiled? From where?"

"From my home," she answered.

"Did your parents kick you out?" I asked.

She looked puzzled at the question. "No," she said. "They wanted me to stay. They tried to keep me from going."

"So..." I was marveling at the story. Is it true? Was the child exiled from her home, somewhere far away, somewhere possibly in some other dimension, or some other plane of reality? I had so many questions,  coupled with doubt and skepticism, that I had no idea even where to begin. "What happens when you're exiled?" was the best I could do.

"They make you leave."

"And that's how you got here?" I asked.

She nodded.

"Well, Kaleigh in exile," I said, "you can stay here as long as you need. I know you said that you're a stray, but sometimes strays stick around for a while, right?"

She gave a smile, though one that wasn't entirely devoid of some sadness from the tale she'd just told, and said, "I'd like that."

"Well then," I said, "we need to get you some new clothes. Can you curl your tail up under your skirt, so it's not so obvious?"

"Yes!" she said, her tail lifting and curling to demonstrate. "But maybe I should wear a hat, too? To hide the ears?" As she said that, her ears perked, and swiveled demonstrably.

"I suppose that'd be good. I'll find one."

The conversation left me desperately wanting more information about the girl, but as we drove to the mall, Kaleigh sitting next to me in the hoodie and her little skirt, the skirt so small that it barely peeked out from underneath the bottom of the hoodie, I couldn't bring myself to ask her the questions that were ringing through my brain. Where is her home, from which she is exiled? And how did she get here, how did she wind up on my doorstep last night in that terrible Halloween storm? And maybe the thing that I was most curious about: Why did they force her from her home? What could a child as dear as Kaleigh possibly have done to merit such a punishment?

I looked at her as we sat at a red light, and she returned my gaze and gave a nervous smile. She looked sweet now, like a child. An innocent young girl. But I knew another side of her. I knew how anxious for sex she was the night before, and how demanding of it she was the second time. And she bites, for god's sake. She gives wonderful head, and she bites while she does it. Kaleigh was a bundle of contradictions, and it wasn't hard for me to imagine that she may have gotten herself into trouble with the wrong people, wherever it was that she was from.

But, I had the impression that whatever my questions, she either did not know the answers, or did not want to tell me them. And as curious as I was about her past, it was better to live in the present with her. Questions can go unanswered, if as a result, I get to hang with the cutest little stray I could ever even dream of knowing.

Shopping for clothing with a sexy young girl is itself an interesting experience, and, not surprisingly, it's doubly so when the girl has a tail. She seemed to only want to purchase teeshirts and skirts -- mostly teeshirts that featured heavy metal bands, or similar iconography, and skirts to match. Tiny skirts that barely covered her, and preferably ones with pleats. I did manage to interest her in a couple of dresses, which she liked so long as the bottom hem was high enough. And she looked adorable in them.

She was also interested in panties, in a way that made it seem like they were a completely foreign concept to her. Is it possible that where she comes from, the girls don't wear panties at all? I suppose that might make sense, given the tail.

She picked out a few pairs of panties to buy, always tiny, and always cute. Little pink panties with strawberries on them, or cartoon characters. And they had to be tiny, of course, so that they didn't ride up her ass to where her tail emerged.

I could not get her interested in bras, however, which at this point in her youthful development was probably just fine, but, if she's with me for much longer, could become a problem. Assuming, of course, that kitten girls develop at the same rate as humans, an assumption that I had no idea the validity of.

Kaleigh had an infectious enthusiasm when she tried on the various clothes that she'd picked out, an enthusiasm that increased as the day continued. For the first time since we'd met, I sensed genuine joy from her.

Her enthusiasm continued unabated when we got back to my house. She dashed into my bedroom with the shopping bags, then emerged in a little yellow dress, twirling in front of me. She stopped her twirl so that she was facing me and, with an impish grin, lifted the dress to show me the panties she was wearing. Then she dashed back into my room and a minute later was wearing a Dry Kill Logic teeshirt, and a tartan skirt. Again, she lifted the skirt to show me another pair of panties.

The parade of new clothes, and new panties, continued until she had exhausted her supply, except for one last pair of panties. And so when she emerged one final time from my bedroom, she was wearing nothing at all except for the panties.

"These are my favorite!" she declared, smiling big.

They were pink, with a little black cartoon kitty on the front. "I can see why," I said.

She giggled, then turned to show her ass to me. The backside of the panties featured a cartoon tail. "Do you like my tail?" she asked.

I just laughed. The cartoon tail was cute enough for sure, but not even in the same universe as the real thing.

She turned back to face me again, reached down, and pulled the front of her panties out, to accentuate the cartoon kitty. "It's me!" she said. "That's why these are my favorite, because it's me!"

"I love them," I answered. "I love all your new clothing."

"I do too! Thank you for buying it all for me!"

"Of course. It's worth it just to see you happy."

"I am happy," she declared. "I'm glad I'm here. I'm glad I'm in exile."

"I'm glad you're here, too." Again I thought about asking her what she had done that caused her to be exiled from her home, but before I could formulate the words, she pulled the front of the panties out even further. 

"I think you want me to take my panties off," she said, looking down demurely but raising her big wide eyes to sparkle at me.

"And why would I want that?" I asked.

"So that we can have sex!" she answered, looking up, considerably less demure.

"Nah," I answered, "I have it on good authority that you bite."

She grinned, opening her lips enough that I could see the sharp tips of her kitten teeth. At the same time, her panties fell to the floor, and she was naked. Her tail swung hypnotically from side to side, her ears were perked in my direction, she had a little tooth-showing grin. I sat and admired the beautiful child's body, so skinny that her ribs were showing, tiny breasts barely erupting from above then. Her belly was flat and pale, her narrow hips were thin.

And she walked to me, and climbed onto my lap.

"I won't bite, I promise," she said.

I looked at her with narrowed eyes. "I'm not sure I can trust you."

She looked back at me with mockingly narrowed eyes. "You can't."

"I knew it!"

"Besides," she said, grinning as she reached down between her legs to unzip the fly of my pants, "you like it when I bite."

I had to admit, she was right about that. Although I wasn't about to admit it to her.

She fished my cock out of my pants, then slid forward until my cockhead bumped against her tiny slit. Looking down at herself, the kitten girl watched as she rubbed my head between her lips. Though she was looking down, her ears were locked on me, listening intently as my breath deepened. Then she pushed my head down to her opening, sat up, and sat down on it.

As my cock slid into her, she lifted her head, closed her eyes and smiled dreamily, and let out a long, high-pitched sigh.

Then she opened her eyes, and they twinkled as they stared at me, and she began to bounce. She lifted both of her hands into the air in front of her, making little kitty paws, and bounced on my lap with my cock working its way inside her.

"Nyah," she said.

I smiled, lay back, and let the skinny little girl do her thing, and her purring started again and she rode me good for the next five minutes, until I felt that she was beginning to get a little dry. So I sat up and took a tight hold of her narrow bony hips. I lifted her off of my cock and onto her knees up above me. And I leaned into her and kissed her pussy.

Kaleigh kitten let out a little squeal, rolled her head back, and stuck her pelvis forward, and I buried my face between her legs. My tongue lapped the length of her childish slit, then settled on her tiny clit, stiffening as I teased and stoked and made sweet love to it. The moment I began licking her, the purring emanating from her chest increased, and by the time I was tonguing her clit, it had become a loud rolling vibration, filling the room.

And her tail, flicking excitedly from side to side, finally settled onto my back, then snaked to my neck, wrapping around it once, twice, not constricting but playfully holding me in place.

She began to bounce on her knees, mewing and nyahing while I worked my tongue feverishly on her excited clit, feeling its stiffness as I slid wetly over it. Then her tail tightened on my neck, and her legs began to shake, and she tossed her head back and let out a loud high-pitched squeal.

And my little kitten came. She shook and squealed and nyahed, her pussy flowing with wetness into my mouth.

Eventually she sat back, my hands still on her hips. Her tail relaxed and slipped away from my neck, its soft tactile tip slipping down my backbone. Her purring quieted, though it did not stop. And she smiled dreamily at me.

Then she slipped down off of my lap, onto her knees on the floor. She quickly unbuckled my pants and pulled them off, and then leaned down and took my cockhead into her little mouth.

I tensed, waiting for the inevitable feeling of the kitten girl's sharp little teeth pricking into the overexcited flesh of my head, but the little cocktease did not give me what I feared, and what I wanted, so badly. She sucked and stroked, but did not bite, looking up at me with shining twinkling eyes. Then she pulled off of my cock, and her soft little pink tongue slid down my shaft to my balls. She kissed and licked, tasting my stones, soaking them with kitten spit, until she opened her mouth and took one ball in.

And only then did the little kitten bite.

Sharp little teeth, piercing at my ball. I moaned, from pain, certainly, but from immense pleasure as well. Kaleigh's little teeth were quickly becoming my favorite feature of her sexuality. She let go, spit out the ball, and moved to the other. When she bit this time, I felt that same amazing rush of pleasure hormones in my brain, and I felt an overwhelming need to cum.

And so I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up, my hands slipping down as she rose, gripping her neck, then her shoulders, then her arms, until they settled on her narrow bony hips and I effortlessly lifted her tiny frame into the air and flipped her over, setting her onto the couch, on her belly. Still holding tight to her hips, I pulled her up onto her knees and I sunk my cock deep into her tiny hole.

She was wet now, that's for damned sure, and I started rutting like a tomcat in his favorite kit. She instantly began purring as loud as I had ever heard her purr, the vibration of her purr surrounding my cock and flooding my brain with pleasure again. And her tail began to touch me sensuously, lightly grazing over my cheeks and nose, down to my neck and chest.

Kaleigh was completely open now, completely at my mercy, and I held her hips tight and slammed into her repeatedly, power-driving her face into the couch. A man's not going to last long in this circumstance, and after only a couple minutes of raw hard fucking, my balls still tingling from the residual feeling her bites, my orgasm began.

I howled like an alley tom, and the kitten purred and mewed and squealed, and I aggressively slammed the full length of my cock into her. I held her tightly in place as my cockhead burrowed into her cervix, waiting, waiting, and then exploding, rifling an enormous shot of cum directly into her little womb. She let out a wail, an otherworldly sound that filled the room, and filled my brain, with an amazing sense of sexual release. One pump done, I reared back, slammed into her cervix again, and shot another long hard stream of cum into her womb.

I continued cumming and the two of us orgasmed together, until finally, gloriously, I was emptied and I lessened my grip on her hips. She fell down from her knees, but I stayed with her, lying down on top of her back, with my cock still deep inside.

She looked back at me with a smile and said, "Nyah!"

Then she pivoted on my cock, turning to face me belly-up, and spreading her legs wide open. At the same time, she began rocking her hips. The little sexpot wanted me to go a second time, again.

And I obliged.

I leaned down and kissed her little nipples, pink and stiff, and she purred and mewed and her tail flicked over my back. She lifted her long skinny legs, and wrapped them tight around my back like she had done the night before. She smiled up at me with her big wide eyes, and I made love to her again.

This time, the sex had a much greater sense of intimacy about it. We kissed throughout, and touched each other, until ten minutes later I finally came a second time, a denouement in comparison to our previous climax. But lovely. Loving and beautiful and oh so very intimate. I have never felt closer to a lover before, than I felt towards little Kaleigh kitten right then.

She did not allow me to leave when I finished, but kept her legs locked around me. Grinning up at me in such a way that her pointy little incisors were visible again, she started moving her hips in an effort to get my cock to slide inside her one more time.

Alas for the little minx, my poor little guy was thoroughly spent. There wasn't a chance in hell he was going to perform a third time, no matter what his sex-starved kitten girlfriend might want. So I laughed, and started pulling out, but she clamped her legs down tight.

"Kaleigh," I said, "I can't."

She smiled again. "I bet if I bite you, you can."

"Let's not find out."

She giggled and made a snapping motion, aimed at my nose, but by then I'd managed to extract myself from her leg-lock hold, and slid off to the side.

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The kitten girl was curled up on the seat next to me, asleep, with her head resting on my shoulder. Her tail was tucked under her little yellow dress, and her ears were concealed under a Sugar Skull stocking cap. She was wearing my oversized hoodie over the dress. She never wore anything without the hoodie.

We were in the midst of a two hour layover at the Toledo airport, nothing to do but wait for them to call our boarding number. So Kaleigh was taking a kitten nap, and I was surfing the web on my phone to kill some time, when a man and a woman stopped in front of me.

"Aren't you that famous writer?" the man said.

"Well..." I replied with hesitation, looking up at the couple over my phone.

"Yeah, we saw you on TV last night!" he confirmed for himself.

"Yes, I'm promoting my latest book..." But my words were lost on the man, who had turned to his wife.

"Remember, honey?" he said to his wife, "On the Carol Burham show?" He turned back to me. "Is she as good-looking in real life as she looks on TV?"

I couldn't help but chuckle. This is the lot of the author of a best selling science fiction novel; the first people who recognize you in public, just want to know how hot the anchor is that interviewed you on TV the night before.

The man clearly misinterpreted my laugh. "See, honey, I told you," he turned back to his wife. "She is as good-looking in real life as she is on TV!"

The woman, a bit disgruntled with her husband, changed the subject. "Is this your daughter?" she said to me, looking down at sleeping Kaleigh. "She's so cute!"

With this, Kaleigh yawned and stretched, lifting her arms into the air, flexing her supple backbone. Then she made little kitty paws right next to her cheeks.

The woman smiled at her.

"What's your name again?" the man barked at me. "Just so we can tell people we met you."

"Chisholm," I answered. "Harry Chisholm."

"Oh, right. And what was that book again?"

This time, Kaleigh piped up with the answer. "The Girl from Another Dimension," she said, in a sweet little high pitched purr.

"That's right," the man said, taking his wife by the arm and leading her away. "That's the book they were talking about last night. Bobby read it, said it was..." As they walked away, their voices faded off into the general din of the airport.

Kaleigh looked up at me with a contended smile, made kitty paws and said "Nyah," then curled back up onto her chair.

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