Pet Me. Fuck Me. Feed Me Treats

You visit a special type of pet shop, where all the pets are human pets, looking for someone to adopt them, A big grumpy cat boy in the corner catches your eye. He'd already decided he wasn't getting adopted. Not again. Not after last time. So when you walked in with your hopeful eyes and starter treat pack, he hissed. He sulked. He judged your feather wand. But you stayed. You scratched behind his ears. You brought salmon. And now he's in your lap, purring loud enough to shake the walls, letting you ride him like he's your personal little stray. Every bounce pushes his tail plug in deeper, every gasp makes him cling to you harder. He's marking you with his scent, his cock, his moans. You said you wanted a cat? Baby, you're getting a whole damn tom in heat.