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Baby was bought soon after its first birthday by a very unpleasant man by the name of Mr. Flecken. He was almost exclusively interested in younger kittens and his hybrids were often sold to new owners soon after their 13th year. But Baby didn’t know any of that. Baby only knew Mr. Flecken as Master. That was how his hybrids were to address their owner. It didn’t really remember anything about its life before Master and didn’t have the ability comprehend life outside of Master’s house. It was only three, after all.
Master had four other hybrids as well. The oldest was twelve-year-old Minx, a dead-eyed male omega who spend most of its time curled in the corner of their room when Master wasn’t expecting its company. It had dark, curly hair and bright blue eyes. They made Baby feel cold and it was wary of Minx as the older hybrid sometimes hit or scratched it if it went too close.
Only other hybrid whose company Minx tolerated was ten-year-old Candy, a dark-skinned, yellow eyed female who would sometimes curl around Minx’s prone form and cuddle. It also cuddled Baby. Its eyes were warm, and they made Baby feel safe somehow. Baby liked Candy the most.
Baby also liked the other two hybrids, Rizz and Juice. They were younger than the other two, six and five respectively and would sometimes roll around the floor with baby to play and sleep in the same pile. Rizz, the older one, was skinnier and Juice was plumper, but they both made for good sleeping companions. They both had orange hair and green eyes. Rizz tired out easily, making playing with him frustrating sometimes, but Juice would always be happy to play with Baby.
Rizz and Juice came from the same breeder and, unlike Baby and Minx, and most male omegas, they hadn’t been clipped. Their breeder liked to leave that decision to the owner. Baby didn’t know anything about that of course, it just knew that they had something different and that if it touched the thing between their legs they would squirm and mewl and curl around him, warming his chilly skin.
Master’s house was big, but Baby wasn’t really allowed to move around it on its own. The house had two stories and the hybrids were to stay on the second story where the hybrids’ room and the playroom were located. Wandering around on their own brought a swift punishment.
Baby was only brought downstairs when Master had guests who wished to see it. Then it would get to walk down the big spiralling staircase (holding either Candy’s or a maid’s hand tightly), though the hall and into a salon where Master was sitting with other men dressed in dark suits and drinking something sharp smelling that hurt Baby’s nose. (Once someone had poured some of the liquid into Baby’s mouth; it had burned in its throat and made it feel funny and then sleepy.) It would spend the night sitting in laps, getting pet all over. Sometimes the guests would rub Baby’s bottom against their laps, the fabrics harsh against its sensitive skin.
Sometimes Baby would spend time with Master and one of the other hybrids in the playroom. It didn’t really understand what was going on; Master would touch the other hybrids and there were lots of weird noises and smells. Mostly Baby rolled around the floor, sucking on its treats and napping. Baby was sometimes jealous of the others, it too wanted Master to pay it attention.
After a playroom session Minx was always on the worst mood, hissing at the others and hitting anyone who came close, even Candy. Candy on the other hand was tired and sleepy. Juice was always squirmy and weird, rubbing itself against the others or the floor and Rizz, well. Rizz usually didn’t go to the playroom. Baby wasn’t sure what Rizz did with Master, but it usually left its bony body full of weird red lines that wrapped around its limbs and torso. Rizz was also the only one to accompany Master outside of the house. What they did nobody knew. Rizz never said and it didn’t occur for the others to ask.
Master had owned Baby for a little over two years when Baby finally had its first play session. Master took it from the room and carried it to the playroom. Baby liked being carried and held safely in the arms of its owner. Master sat down on a couch in the playroom with Baby in his lap. Master pulled it closer, Baby’s back resting against Master’s chest. Its small legs were spread out on the outside of Master’s thighs. Master started by running his hands all over Baby’s body. It was ticklish and it giggled. Master smiled and tickled its tummy.
“Who’s a good kitty? You are, yes, you are.” His hands travelled over Baby’s legs and bottom, squeezing the plump flesh. Baby squirmed, happy with the praise and the attention. Master didn’t give it attention often, mostly keeping company with the older hybrids. But Baby was not so young anymore either. It could use spoon on its own already and no longer used diapers. A big kitty, as the maid told it when it had gone a full week with no accidents at night.
Master’s hands travelled to its inner thighs, rubbing and tickling the soft, sensitive flesh. Baby giggled again and squirmed in Master’s lap. Then Master’s finger moved between its thighs.
“And what do we have here, hmm?” Master cooed. “A cute little cunny for a cute little kitty.” Master’s fingers ran over the hole between its legs, its cunny, as Master called it. Sometimes Juice would rub it when it was cuddling Baby and it felt good. Master’s touch felt good too, but more, different.
Master rubbed his fingers over Baby’s cunny, making it tingle and strange warmth gather in its tummy. It wiggled around in Master’s grasp, stranger feelings making it slightly nervous.
Master reached with his free hand to grab a bottle from the side table. The liquid that came out was clear and didn’t really smell like anything to Baby’s nose. Master coated his finger in them and suddenly the glide against Baby’s cunny was a lot smoother. Master rubbed it in circular motions all over and Baby mewled quietly. The tingles were getting stronger, its insides pulsing rhythmically. Baby bucked up against Master’s hand, trying to get more of the good feeling. Master chuckled.
“Well, aren’t you a natural little slut.” Baby didn’t know what that meant but Master sounded fond so it must have been a good thing. Master tapped its cunny with his palm gently. It made a smacking noise. It sounded funny and made Baby giggle again.
Soon enough Master started dipping a tip of his finger into Baby’s hole. Even one finger was a tight fit, Baby’s insides clenching around the digit.
“Such a tight little cunny. Good kitty, letting Master make you feel good,” Master praised it. He started moving the finger in and out rhythmically, making Baby’s insides pulse. Then he touched something that made Baby feel like it needed to pee. It squirmed around, concerned. It hadn’t had an accident in a while. It tried to tell Master, but he shushed it. Master pulled out and pushed back in with two fingers. This time the stretch hurt, Baby’s small cunny forced to stretch around Master’s big fingers. It whimpered and wiggled, but Master held its small body easily in place.
“Now, now. We don’t want to be a naughty kitty, do we? You were being so good for me earlier. You know bad kitties need to be punished. We don’t want that, hmm?” Master asked, voice a little sharper than usual. It made Baby’s ears flatten down with nerves.
“Owie,” it said plaintively, looking at the Master.
“I know it hurts a little. But you’re a big kitty already, aren’t you. You can take a little pain for Master. That’s what all the good kitties do.” Master shook Baby a little by the scruff of its neck and Baby settled. It was a good kitty!
The fingers pushed further in, rubbing Baby’s insides. Baby panted a little as tingly sensations worked through its body. Then master brought his other hand to play with the nub between Baby’s legs.There was a small golden ring there and tugging it felt strange, but good. Baby rocked back against Master’s fingers, whimpering as the sensations started to overwhelm its little body. Master kept pushing his fingers in and out and rubbing against that spot inside that made Baby moan.
Master drove its body further and further towards something new and scary. Baby cried out at a particularly harsh thrust in. Master pulled him closer to his body as Baby mewled as its little cunny was used for the first time. Master praised it as it clenched around the digits desperately, working its newly found muscles. Slick trickled out around Master’s fingers, soaking into his pants. Baby didn’t even notice. Normally dirtying master’s clothes would have made it nervous but is was too overcome, rocking back and forth and chasing after something that seemed to be just out of reach. Only a little more and-
And then he stopped. Pulled his fingers out and left Baby squirming and frustrated, reaching for something it couldn’t name.
“I think that is enough for today. We’ll come back to this later.”
Master carried Baby back to the room and told Candy to fallow him to play-room. Baby curled up on the pile of blankets and reached between its legs- Its cunny was wet and warm, pulsing against its hand. It tried to rub it and it felt good but soon the frustration returned. It couldn’t do what Master had done. Soon enough exhaustion swept it under, and it fell asleep, its small fingers buried in its cunt as deep as they would go.