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Catherine 2.0
The Girl and her Puss (*)

The Girl and her Puss (*)

Cat woke up with a cat in her bed. It seemed that during the night, Mr. Mouser snuck under the blankets with her.

The feline meowed in reply to the ghost, then snuggled closer. Cat cuddled with him and enjoyed the company. She had a free day, without any tutoring or training sessions. Eventually, Mr. Mouser grew bored and climbed out of bed. He stopped at the edge and looked back at her. She yawned, he chirped. Mr. Mouser went back and headbutted her cheek. He kept chirping as if calling her.

“I got it,” Cat protested and followed the cat outside after changing out of her nightwear.

The animal led her into the backyard, where it stopped next to a big concrete garden pot. He started to prowl and Cat waited to see what would happen. Mr. Mouser growled and pounced as a patch of grass ruffled. She heard a squeak and then the feline came back with a mouse in his mouth. It sauntered her way and dropped the dead rodent by her feet.

She knelt and scratched between his ears. “Good boy! What a plump mouse you caught? Are there more out there?”

Mr. Mouser didn’t answer. Instead, he pressed against her hand and ran his body against her fingers.

“I expected you to be afraid of mice,” Cat confessed.

Catherine boasted.

Mr. Mouser glanced between her and the mouse. Cat resigned and picked the dead animal by the tail. “Well, let’s make some mouse burgers then,” she sighed.

Esmeralda knew how to deal with the gifts from Mr. Mouser. The Wirehair usually hunted small animals and brought them to her. For some reason, he decided to gift them to his mommy now. At least she now understood how the critter got his name.

Catherine proudly explained.

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“How does this pool convert to an indoor one?” She asked.

The swimming pool occupied a good portion of the backyard but was wide open. A conspicuous sunken metal track ran around the pool and disappeared behind a door.

Catherine explained.

The door led to a closet full of glass sheets stuck to the track. She saw a switch and flicked it. An electrical motor buzzed to life and the first sheet started to move along the rail, followed after a while by the others. They went around the pool and turned to lock with one another. A metal rail above each sheet formed another track once they were all in place. A set of horizontal glass sheets slid from underneath the awning to form the roof. Cat checked the space between the glass sheets and found they formed a good seal. It would let some heat escape but less than she expected.

“Yes, it is amazing. Doesn’t it gather too much snow in the winter?” She asked because the glass roof was perfectly horizontal.

With the canvas awning covering the glass roof, they didn’t need to worry about sunscreen either. “Or a swimsuit,” Cat mumbled to herself.

Cat rolled her eyes, “Jack might come and see us. Can you imagine? The lure of the blushing mermaid, water flowing over her bare skin as she climbs out of the pool and bashfully covers her modesty...”

She went swimming in a one-piece swimsuit. Once she dove in the water, Mr. Mouser came running from inside the house. The cat ran along the edge of the pool, chattering loudly as he ran. Once the girl surfaced, Mr. Mouser stood at the edge with his hind legs tensed, ready to jump.

“Oh, baby! Mommy is alright!” Cat cooed to soothe him as she dog-paddled to the edge.

Catherine joined the chorus.

She reached the edge and locked eyes with Mr. Mouser. She approached and rubbed her nose on his. “It’s okay, baby. Here. Why didn’t you tell me he got anxious when people went swimming?”

Jake entered the pool area. “Miss, is something wrong?”

Cat waved her hand, “Jake, Mr. Mouser is getting anxious because I’m swimming. I believe he’s worried I’m going to drown.”

The handyman averted his eyes. “Yes, miss. He was mighty depressed when you were at the hospital. This puss likes you a lot.”

She reached out to pet him which for some reason triggered Mr. Mouser to jump in the pool. Cat grabbed the cat and held his head above the water. She noticed he didn’t extend his claws and was paddling with his rear paws.

Catherine asked. They knew Mr. Mouser could hear her “spiritual voice” but not understand.

“He doesn’t seem uncomfortable,” she remarked. “What should I do?”

the ghost affirmed confidently.

Without recourse, she played in the pool with the feline. Mr. Mouser proved to be an excellent swimmer but she kept close to him and with her hands ready to scoop him up at any time. After the exercise, she took him upstairs for a bath and brushing session. Wirehairs required frequent brushing to keep from eating too many hairs.

Clean, fluffy, and relaxed, Mr. Mouser took his rightful spot on the girl’s lap as she browsed the web and worked on her asset portfolio and her LLC companies. Cat shopped for some cat toys and accessories, including some voice buttons that seemed to allow the pets to communicate with their owners.

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A/N: NSFW from this point on.

Once Mr. Mouser had enough cuddles and went away to do important cat business, Cat locked the door and engaging the latch she finally had installed to avoid feline intrusion during her private time, she took a bath and went to her bed without bothering about clothes. She took one of the smaller sex toys she had previously washed and a bottle of appropriate lube. Catherine stopped pestering her to try the butt plug once she was shown plenty of online evidence that the butt plugs weren’t for them at the moment. They needed a lot of time to train their body to use that.

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She placed a folded towel over the duvet and sat on it, making herself comfortable.

“Here we are. How do you feel?”

She just raised an eyebrow and leaned back against the pillow. Her skin felt soft from all the body lotion Catherine insisted she lathered on herself. She remembered the tingles when she rubbed certain parts of her body with the lotion. Underneath her breasts, the insides of her thighs, even the small of her back and behind the neck. Her hands ran over her body, trying to recapture the feeling. They eventually cupped her perky breasts, to whom the concept of gravity was just a myth. Her nipples were so hard they hurt. She rubbed around them, letting out a sigh or a gasp every time the fingers brushed the tips. Her excitement built up and she pinched the nipples, relishing in that mix of pain and pleasure.

She traveled down, running over her lean stomach and mons, reaching the already slick pussy. She rubbed her labia and clit for a bit but held back to not climax from it; she wanted to try her finger first, then the toy. She went down, finding her opening at the back, and slid the finger in. She felt… surprisingly nothing.

She could feel the walls pushing against her finger the way William remembered, but she felt only an odd pressure inside of her.

Catherine asked when she stopped.

“Yes, it is in,” Cat wiggled the finger inside to prove but again, no mind-breaking waves of pleasure or anything. It didn’t hurt or felt bad, it was just bland. If she kept the finger still, it was hard to tell where the finger was.

The ghost asked, worried.

“Don’t be silly,” Cat scoffed without much conviction. “I don’t think so.”

Catherine started to

“Stop worrying. I know. It’s normal, otherwise, girls wouldn’t use tampons. How did it felt when you used one?”

“Okay, maybe a finger is too little. Let’s try the toy.”

She took the blue vibrator that looked more like a comma than a proper dildo and covered it in lube. She pushed it inside. It felt she’d put a popsicle in her.

Cat huffed in frustration. She tried turning on the vibration but she could only feel a buzz and a slight numbness while her expectations were to be screaming in pleasure.

“No, it is working as intended. I don’t--”

Catherine whimpered, offended.

“No! Look, I’m new to this whole thing. Previously I was the guy. Dah--”

She pulled the toy out of her and let it lie on the towel. “I’m not having a fight with you. Not over this.” Cat brought her finger to her nose and smelled it before sucking her juices. “Tastes good. I don’t think we have anything. It must be the mood, or maybe I went too fast.”

“The other time we got off really easy. All girls are different, maybe we just like clit stimulation. Let me try again.”

Catherine just grunted and sighed. Then she clicked her non-existent tongue.

Most days at night, Cat would watch a few of Terry’s public and group shows but hadn’t bought private time with her since the first time.

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“Hey, New Jersey! Welcome back!” The cheerful camgirl wearing only a loose shirt and her panties greeted them as they joined the public room. Cat threw her a 100 token tip to warm things up. Terry moaned as the sex toy sound rang in Cat’s headphones.

NewJerseyChad094 (whisper) > I want to take you on private. When can you set me up with an exclusive private show?

Terry’s eyes swiveled to the off-camera screen and she wiggled an eyebrow at the camera after reading it. She took the keyboard lying on the bed and started typing.

Torrid Terry (whisper) > Sure thing, honey. You can take me right now.

Cat hit the “private show” button and waited for the webpage to update. Terry was close to the camera, showing a closeup of her bare boobs underneath the shirt she wore. She bit on her finger seductively.

“What is your wish today, baby? What can Terry do for you? Do you want dinner, a bath, or...” The entertainer ran a finger down her middle as she leaned forward to show more and more skin to the camera.

Anxious, Catherine urged,

[Calm down, girl. We’ll get there but Terry is not a google search.]

NewJerseyChad094 > Actually, I’m with my female friend here again. She wanted to talk to you.

Terry moved back and made a coy smile and a shy pose, “You know, it is so mean to buy a camgirl exclusive show just to make her your third wheel, New Jersey! Is it what we’re playing today? I’m going to be the voyeur while you two do your thing over there? At least turn on your camera so I can watch and play with myself over here!”

NewJerseyChad094 > Oh, no-no. She’s not my girlfriend, and I don’t think that’ll happen. We actually wanted to borrow your expertise, but she’s pushing me to go straight to the point. Well, she tried fingering herself but felt almost nothing. Then she tried a small vibrator inside her hoo-ha but it also didn’t work.

Worried, Terry put her face right in front of the camera, “Oh, dear. Did it hurt? Wait, is she to your right or your left?”

NewJerseyChad094 > Left.

She returned to the bed, pushed some items away, and removed the pink egg vibrator from her pussy. Then she sat and looked to the left side of the screen.

“Okay. Now I know where to look. Hey, baby, tell me what happened. And let her type, New Jersey.”

NewJerseyChad094 > Hey, it’s me.

“Hey, baby! What happened? Tell me what you tried to do and what you felt.”

The man who became a girl pretending to be a man online but currently pretending to be said man’s female friend explained what happened. Terry nodded and urged her to continue until she got the whole story out in the private chat.

“Okay. I think I got it. Tell me, honey, are you sexually active? I won’t tease you about your relationship with New Jersey, that’s between the two of you. But do you have a boyfriend, hot Tinder dates, crazy one-nighters in Manhattan, the likes of it?”

NewJerseyChad094 > No. I only started masturbating last month.

The camgirl raised an eyebrow, “How many times did you fiddle the skittle?”

NewJerseyChad094 > Only once.

Terry looked around her room as if searching for something. She leaned forward and whispered, “I see. Look, baby, this may be awkward, but I must be sure. Are you over eighteen? Asking for a friend that might or might not have a picture the FBI might be interested in.”

NewJerseyChad094 > No FBI, please. Don’t worry, I’ll be nineteen in two months.

“November? You’re a Scorpio! Just like my bestie!” She clapped her hands excitedly. “Okay. Look, there’s nothing wrong with you,” she giggled to ease the tension. “I speak from experience, girls are so complicated it almost makes me wish I was born a man,” she joked and then showed her figure, “but we all know that would be a waste,” she turns around and slapped her butt. “Honey, are you a virgin?”

NewJerseyChad094 > Not exactly. It’s complicated.

“Complicated. Something you want to talk about?”

NewJerseyChad094 > No.

“Sooooo, here’s what I think. When we are born, we don’t know how to hold in our poop, how to walk, talk, all that. We can’t even see properly as newborn babies can’t even focus their eyes! Everything we do with our bodies requires training, and your fanny is no different! To make things worse, every woman is different. We all like different things, we feel different things, even from one day to the next. Which is good, or every girl out there would belong to David Beckham’s harem!”

Cat typed what Catherine told her to.

NewJerseyChad094 > LOLZ. So true!

“Don’t I know? Now, we need to connect the wires in our bodies to make anything work. Most of the heavy lifting we did while we were toddling around, but some wires can only be connected after puberty. The wire between your fanny and your head is still loose, honey. Now, this is what you need to do. Step one, stop making a fuss about it. There’s nothing wrong. Step two, don’t make a fuss about it. If you aren’t in the mood to play with yourself, then don’t. Go watch Netflix, tip your favorite camgirl, stalk your favorite celebrity. Step three, do play with yourself. You can’t hurt yourself. You need to connect that wire and weld it in place. It’s only going to happen if you play with it. Once your body knows what’s pleasurable and what’s not, things will work out okay.”

Terry sighed, “Boys have it easy because their cocks are sticking out of their bodies and they don’t have a whole society forcing them to be proper ladies and ‘stop touching your fanny or you’ll get cooties’, in my aunt Mary’s words. They play with their wieners from an early time so they build this connection much easier than us. If the vibrator you used didn’t work, get another one. Heck, by the wealth of tokens New Jersey gifts me, he must be loaded! Get him to buy you some sex toys, different shapes, and formats.”

[Okay. We need to wait for a while before typing something. “New Jersey” is supposed to be coming back to the room.]

Terry danced on the bed while they kept radio silence.

NewJerseyChad094 > Hey, it’s me, I’m back at the keyboard.

“Welcome back, New Jersey! Spoil your girl over there, she deserves it!”

They had a moment of silence, then Catherine shouted, Startling her host.

[Damn you, Catherine.] Cat chuckled, then tipped Terry 25,000 credits, [Okay, let's see if Terry can satisfy your newfound fetish.]

Laying on the bed, Terry’s pink online vibrator buzzed and jumped around while the audio was flooded by the chimes from the computer. For two minutes, hadn’t Terry turned it off. “Jesus, New Jersey. I could’ve died if that thing was inside me.”

She laughed it off, “Just kidding. So, what do you want me to do to deserve that tip?”

NewJerseyChad094 > Can you show us how to use a butt plug?