The Catburglar

I stretched as I awoke, and the muted chorus of smells and sounds evidenced that most of the city was slumbering. A glance told me my body had roused itself at just the right time - the moon was a hazy sliver on the skyline, and when it was gone I could go to work.

I shifted to a sitting position between the roofs and tried to clean myself of the soot that filled the city air. The residue was almost the same color gray as my fur, but the cat in my mage-cursed ancestry just felt unclean. Once my ablutions were completed, I looked up and failed to find the moon; it was time.

There was one architectural feature that made me choose this shop over other prosperous yet ill guarded stores; it had a double roof. At some point the shop had been expanded - and rather than rebuild the entire roof, the carpenters had just made a second one which butted against the eave end of the first, as if two houses had been pushed together. This left a blind spot in the valley between the two, and I was even able to stand unseen from the street and other buildings around the area. A perfect place to wait unnoticed for the shop to close.

I slunk up to the gables and peeked down to the street - nothing. Good. I slowly lowered myself from the edge of the roof. Working my hind claws into the soft wood of the building, I idly thought the grasping merchant should've popped for a coat of paint a couple of months ago. 'Just another reason why I should relieve him of his undeserved wealth.' I worked my way slowly and quietly along the outside of the second floor to a shuttered window. Removing one hand from the wood, I drew my dagger, slipped the needle-thin blade between the two shutters and raised the catch. The blade was too light and slender for tasks such as cutting food or stabbing people, and probably would break if breathed on too heavily.  It was perfect for this sort of thing, though, and in its sheath looked like any ordinary utility dagger all residents could lawfully wear. Besides, the bottom third of the scabbard was the perfect place to keep what few lockpicks I needed for my work. Further, any fighting I had to do would be attended to quite well with the tools nature - or rather a mad sorcerer with a penchant for crossbreeding experiments - gave me and my kin.

As I opened the shutters, I saw that the upper windows were left open on this warm night. Even better - I'd have fewer things to replace upon leaving. I slipped into the upper room and pulled the shutter behind me, albeit without closing the latch.

The attic was empty of life, and I padded over to a wardrobe to quietly pick through the clothes within. An apology gift for Chanda was my first priority. My landlady could be a right old hag sometimes (like when I didn't pay my rent) but she was fair enough to treat me, my fellow Kattas and other "sub-humans" decently, and I like to give as good (or bad) as I get. I had just selected a nice new dress common enough that Chanda could wear without being suspected of receiving stolen goods (not that she had any qualms about fencing my swag for me) when I heard the front door downstairs open. I stopped, puzzled; there was only supposed to be one clerk that slept on a cot downstairs who locked the doors, so why did the door open without the sound of key in lock, and why was there now a hushed conversation? I slunk over to the top of the stairs to hear better what was being said.

"I was worried you weren't coming."

"Father stayed up for ages, and I didn't want to leave until I knew he was asleep."

"Oh, I've missed you Melissa." I heard a brief kiss.

"And I you, dear Khedron. Shall we get reacquainted with one another?"

Aha, the lowly stock-boy was having a secret affair with the storeowner's daughter! They must've been meeting infrequently, for I had watched the shop for over a week before striking, and seen no activity at night. I heard the couple moving about downstairs.

"But your cot?" Her voice was louder.

"Oh, that's too small for us; I've got a surprise upstairs."

SHIT! The window was too far away; I darted back to the wardrobe, chucked the dress back in, shut the door silently and hid in the small, shadowy gap between wardrobe and corner of attic.

'Urdo's balls! I hope they don't bring the lamp this way. Watch; I bet the surprise is a fancy dress he's been scrimping and saving to buy for her, and it just happens to be in the cabinet next to me!'

Fortunately my pessimism was worse than reality, for they turned away from me upon entering, and moved to a pile of sacks covered with a few thick blankets - I knew what they were planning.

'Gods, I agree with her,' I grumbled inside my head. 'Why couldn't you have set this up DOWNSTAIRS so at least I could make a graceful escape?'

The girl sat on the impromptu bed and pulled him down beside her. They embraced and kissed passionately, and I consoled myself that they were just kids - after a few minutes of fumbling, they'll both be asleep and I could stroll downstairs, clean out the till and leave through the front door they probably forgot to lock. I inched down to a sitting position in my private shadow and prepared to enjoy the show.

The young man was of average height, dark and a little on the slender side; his lover was a head shorter, with long, red hair, lots of cute freckles (all over, I would discover) and was skinny as my knife. Funnily enough, that wasn't even in fashion anymore; all the nobles these days were looking for a bride who could sit out a couple of years of famine and nourish a kid or two to boot.

The young man (What was his name - Kallen? Kharlen? Curse my bad memory.) started to undress...Melina?...by the bodice of her dress and pulling it down off her shoulders. Her breasts were small and high on her chest, and the small, dark nipples showed her excitement. I got my first hint that this was not to be a one-act play when Khedron (finally remembered the damn name) started leisurely trailing kisses down her neck to her tits.

He spent ages lavishing her breasts with attention, making me dwell on the three lonely months I'd lived since I found Grishnak in my bed with some trollop. I chucked his green butt straight out the window and shredded the sheets covering that poor lass. She was so terrified of a half-woman, half-cat casting about in a jealous rage that she dashed out without getting her clothes. Damn, I missed that dumb orc. For all his faults (and he'd had many) he was good in the sack. I sighed wistfully and immediately bit my tongue.

Fortunately the performers were too busy to notice comments from the unknown audience. Stock-boy had taken her dress off completely and as she lay back moaning, he plunged a couple of fingers in and out of her glistening cunt. The shopkeep's daughter started thrashing about when her lover applied a slick thumb to the tip of her lips. 'Already giving her an orgasm and he's still fully clothed!' I thought. 'Damn, why can't I meet guys like this?'

Once she'd recovered, Melina started to undress her partner. When she lowered his breeches, I was surprised to see Khedron was still soft - hell, I'd gotten damp watching that noisy climax of hers, why wasn't he hard from GIVING it to her? His lover quickly remedied that shortcoming, taking him in hand and manipulating his dick to hardness. She traced fingernails over the sensitive flesh of his thighs, cock and balls, ran a finger between the head and foreskin before he was hard, even breathed hot air on him. Despite my desire to vicariously suck Khedron off through her actions, Melina proved herself to be a 'nice girl' and merely sat on his erect member with a gasp when it was hard enough.

Khedron was lying with his legs dangling over the end of their 'love-mat' and his proud cock on display to me. Melina was sitting up facing his feet (and me), bouncing up and down on the veiny masterpiece. I panted as I watched it stretch her cunt lips. It was all too easy to imagine that cock penetrating ME instead of this slip of a girl. I stifled a groan and clasped my hands together to keep myself from diddling myself.

In retrospect, I'd say that Khedron was only average in girth, but in my deprived state, he seemed glorious. He also knew just how to use that thing of his, which only made him all the more tantalizing to me.

After an eternity of bliss for them (and torture for me), Melina showed signs of nearing another peak. The lad was reaching up and fondling her breasts from behind when by pure chance a draft from the open windows brushed my cloak against one of my hard nipples as he started tweaking his lover's. Somehow I managed to keep quiet, but my shuddering nearly made me collapse and fall into the lamplight. I so much wanted to dash over there and lap at their merging groins, but that would scare both of them shitless and then probably Khedron would try something stupid like drawing a weapon. I really didn't want to gut him; he was too good at what he was doing. His hips rose with her every down-stroke and from his gyrations he must've been touching every nerve in Melina's box - her sounds of delight lent credence to that.

When she came, the girl fell back onto his chest; his arms coming up to hold her close as she balled the sheets in her hands and called his name to the rafters. I stared intently at the girl's pussy lips clenching rhythmically around his shaft, juices flowing in spurts from her to glaze their thighs. Khedron pulled his lover up to kiss, and I was again surprised by his fortitude - his still-hard cock popped out of her and bobbed in the air. By all things holy and infernal, the boy had just fucked a nubile young woman to an impressive orgasm and managed to remain as hard as a mithril hammer! 'He must be taking herbs or something,' I told myself. 'No human I've run into (repeatedly) has this level of control. Maybe I should stop by again when the redhead's not around?'

After a few minutes of romantic cuddling, Melina spoke up: "You know what I asked you about last time? I'm ready to try it."

"Are you sure, Melissa?"

MELISSA? Curse this sieve I call a brain - at least this time I had been close.

"Yes, I know it might hurt, but I want to know what it's like, for better or worse. And if it's a good thing, then I've got another way of pleasing you," she concluded, kissing him lovingly on the cheek.

They shifted around, Melissa on her shoulders and knees, and Khedron kneeling behind her and fondling her sopping cunt. After coating a finger with her nectar, he raised it up to the tight pink rosebud of her asshole. Though she gasped at the first touch, her beau was wise enough to stroke around her opening and her buttocks in general, to let her relax and become used to the feelings. Once she lowered her shoulders back to the 'bed', he pressed against the noose of muscle. It parted slightly and his fingernail disappeared inside. Melissa thrust her face into the sheets and cried out - in pain or pleasure neither her partner nor I, her secret admirer, could tell.

Khedron tried to pull away, but she grasped his hand with one of her own, while I could see the other reach the sparse nest of red hair over her cunt. With a couple of gentle pushes Melissa managed to relax finally, and the young man's finger entered her more easily. He took his time easing the digit in and out. Soon a second finger joined the first. Before long he was enthusiastically reaming her, and combined with her own actions further forward, Melissa was quickly nearing on my personal record of orgasms in one session. When he withdrew his fingers, she moaned from apparent loneliness, but was quelled by the feeling of his hard cock brushing over her labia, slicking the cock with her juices.

As Khedron nudged his engorged head against her asshole, Melissa moaned encouragement to him. He pushed slightly and his knob popped inside, evoking a squeal from his lover. Her hands shot back to grasp his buttocks, keeping him from retreating. The girl's animalistic utterances were sprinkled with affirmatives, and I knew I was watching a woman reveling in a new sensation she was determined to enjoy again. When he reached under her - doubtlessly caressing her gushing snatch - Melissa's cries of delight were almost enough to make me cum just from watching and listening to her.

I snapped out of my wanton trance - now was the time! The young lovers were facing away, and though my entry window was in their field of vision, the stairs were not. I silently padded down them, wondering if I might make a profit off this heist yet.

I didn't, of course. I was standing over the unlocked till staring at enough gold to pay my rent for ages. The merchant was probably scheduled to take the weekly revenues to a more secure location the next day. It would've been so easy to scoop the coins out and just stroll out the open front door, and I'm still wondering why I didn't.

No, I'm not. The source of my restraint was sympathy for two young people upstairs doing something more than mere fucking - they were making love. What they had I envied (Katta males are too much like our feline ancestors - find a female in heat, knock her up and stroll off into the night) and Khedron was supposed to be on watch. Trouble would befall him if anything went missing from the shop, maybe even the lovers' separation and I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I caused them problems. I'd also noticed a few old welts on his back just before I left, and vowed to keep Melissa's father in mind if I ever graduated to housebreaking...or fell back upon mugging.

So, as I shut the door behind me, I decided to search for either a man to fuck senseless and then rob blind, or one to fuck me senseless and let me stay the night. Walking off in a horny daze, I listened to that wonderful young woman's sounds of pleasure fade into the distance...

The End