Catgirls

Translator: Virgin Gоblin (virgingоblin@mаil.ru)

 — Yes, this is the "Cаtgirls" corporation.

 — Um, hello, I'd like to place an order.

 — I assume you want something that's not in the standard offering on our website?

 — Alright, I... uh... tell me, can you provide a "2-in-1" configuration with some additional parameters?

 — Oh, certainly, but the additions will cost extra.

 — Great! I'd like to do that.

 — Excellent, let me ask you a few questions about appearance: first, what eye color do you prefer?

 — Mmm, green for the hermaphrodite,

brown for the second one.

 — Type of fur?

 — Let the hermaphrodite have tiger stripes, for the second one: doesn't matter. Surprise me.

 — Excellent: breast size?

 — Large for the hermaphrodite, medium for the girl.

 — Excellent. Now about the special additions.

 — Could you install the "Anal+" for the girl?

 — Certainly, but that will cost an additional $100. Do you agree?

 — Yes.

 — Credit card number?

 — "925—892—384" yes, 3—8-4.

 — Oh, I see you work for "GеnCоrp"! That means you get a 10% discount.

 — That's a good idea.

 — Exactly! Your order will be completed within a few days. Have a nice day!

 — Thank you. You too.

I hung up the phone. It wasn't difficult, much easier than deciding to do it. However, with my new high-paying job, and the 10% discount on all "GеnCоrp" products, it was an extremely tempting idea. I could afford it, so why not? Obviously, the answer lay in psychology. From the perspective of the majority, creating slaves is inhumane. But that majority would happily buy something similar if they had the money. Besides, many think that anyone with a house in the upper part of the city has at least one slave. So I wasn't losing anything. Of course, my choice was somewhat unusual, but who did it concern besides myself? Well, I didn't hide the fact of ordering a slave, but I'm sure I would have died of shame if anyone found out its type. But I placed the order anyway. The catalog was lying on the table.

Catgirls!

The newest sex pet. Order your catgirl now!

Features:

1. 100% obedient — cannot disobey the owner's commands.

2. Always happy.

3. Has altered hormone system — they are real nymphomaniacs!

4. High endurance and regeneration — she can take anything, and by morning she'll be as good as new!

5. Agile and flexible — capable of licking herself all over!

6. Advanced cramp prevention system — she can lie tied up for many days without any consequences!

7. Behaves like a cat — purrs, arches, licks herself.

8. Immune to all diseases, cannot get pregnant — you won't need condoms.

9. Her food is very cheap! Very complex changes to the digestive system allow her to live on anything — including semen!

10. Capable of learning to enjoy pain.

11. Self-lubricating asshole — no need for creams.

12. Extra tasty secretions — tastes just like candy!

13. Very elastic — with practice, can stretch both holes wider than any human can!

14. Forever young — she will always be 17.

15. No prejudices regarding gender, race, or features.

16. Sexual skills — requires no initial training.

17. Submissive — eager to learn anything you want.

18. Available with all normal eye colors and fur types. Breast size can be chosen from petite to huge.

Only $500!!!

Lifespan: about 5 years, but, for a modest fee, can be extended at one of our labs.

Next was a long list of special additions for those who, like me, wanted something unusual — well, more unusual than a girl with cat ears, semi-paws instead of hands, a tail, and fur in some places. Not to mention the fangs. Nevertheless, my special order was on page 4.

Hermaphrodite Cat!

Want to share her with your girlfriend? Or do you need someone to entertain your catgirl in your absence? Order a hermaphrodite catgirl!

Features:

1. A true hermaphrodite — has both a pussy and a cock!

2. Has a large endowment — large enough to make many men envious.

3. Can maintain an erection for up to 8 hours without any consequences!

4. Lots of semen — specially designed balls can produce maximum semen up to 3 times an hour!

5. Increased musculature in thighs and arms, can fuck as hard as a bodybuilder!

And you can get all this for only $600!

SPECIAL OFFER! 2-in-1!

If you buy a hermaphrodite cat, an additional order of a regular one costs only $300! Buy a pair, and they'll never bore you!

Not a bad offer: hmm. Next, of course, you had to go to page 6 of the catalog. There were many stranger additions listed.

Anal+.

You love anal sex? No problem! After all, "Bigger is better" doesn't just apply to male endowment.

Addition features:

Pelvic bones altered to allow maximum space.

Altered intestines — allows deeper entry.

High elasticity — today she takes a horse, tomorrow she's tight again.

Improved anal lubrication — makes entering the catgirl easier.

Slight brain reprogramming — the catgirl enjoys anal play more!

Only $100, and all your dreams come true!

At the very end of the catalog was a price list for those who wanted to include more than one special skill in the order. $100 for the anal addition seemed like a reasonable price to me, as I'd never met a real girl who could do what I wanted to try. Well, the order was placed, and now I had to wait a few endless days.

For the next couple of days, my dick was constantly at attention: but I didn't want to help it go down. Perhaps it was one of those male instincts, based on the desire to impress a lady. I don't think it was just a desire to impress slaves. On the third day after placing my order, at 8 AM, my apartment doorbell rang. It was Saturday, and this was the best I could hope for. I knew it was my order being delivered, and I knew even before I opened the door. Behind it stood two delivery men holding a large box. After they brought it into the living room, I signed all the necessary papers. And they left. On their way back, they probably talked about how those "damn corporate workers" were the only ones who could afford something like that, then probably discussed how they would spend the money. But none of that mattered. After all, I was one of those "damn corporate workers" who had enough money for such luxury. My hands were shaking like a boy unwrapping a Christmas present — but hardly any child would get a gift like this. In the box, lying face to face, slept two catgirls. They were magnificent: and they were mine. Both wore oxygen masks, which probably had a bit of sleeping gas mixed in. I carefully removed them and looked at their faces. A lot of work went into creating DNA so that the slaves would look different, and now it showed. The first slaves would have been completely identical if not for changeable details like eye color. Because of that, they looked too inhuman, like robots, so random variation was included in the DNA, making things like face shape, cock length, hair type, etc., different, just like all people. But they definitely weren't human. Their faces were covered in fluffy fur, and cat ear tips peeked out from under their hair. But there was enough hair on their heads to hide those ears, otherwise it would look quite strange. They were lying in such a way that I couldn't see how the fur ran down their backs, creating a triangle above their slits. Fur was also on their legs and arms, which couldn't be called purely human. But they weren't purely feline either, as that would be too impractical. Their hands were cat-like paws with elongated fingers and claws, and their feet were human but altered "cat-like." This meant their feet were covered in fur and had retractable claws on the tips of their toes. Above the genitals, fur covered their bodies above the navel. But of course, the most surprising thing was their tails, currently wrapped around their bodies.

But then they started moving: my heart began to beat faster. First one, then the other, yawning and stretching like cats. Their eyes sleepily opened, and they were exactly as I ordered. Emerald for one, hazel for the other, they looked at me curiously. The hermaphrodite stood up first, gracefully climbing out of the box and trying to find her balance. This was the first time in her life she used her muscles, but it wasn't very noticeable. The second one followed her, and while she was finding her footing, her older sister (I thought of them in these terms for a very simple reason — they came out of the same box, and she came out first:) tried to use her vocal cords.

 — Maaasteeerrr, — that was the first word she purred.

With a smile that showed her cat fangs, she jumped towards me, hugged me, muttering the word "master" over and over. The younger one didn't hesitate to join her. I awkwardly patted their heads and asked them to stop: which they promptly did. My cock had been hard since the box was brought in, but the presence of two naked girls gave it a painfully hard erection. Their tits were exactly the size I ordered. Now they were looking at me hopefully, while I tried to gather my thoughts. The silence was broken again by the older one.

 — Master, do you have names for us? We would like names.

What wonderful naivety! Getting a chance to build on these words, I smiled and nodded.

 — Of course, my dears.

Stepping forward, I placed my hand on the hermaphrodite's head.

 — You will be called Cat.

I approached the girl, who was about an inch shorter: due to lack of male hormones? Doesn't matter.

 — You will be called Purr.

Both smiled, delighted to receive names, and I decided it was time to get down to business. After all, that's why I bought them.

 — Follow me.

I simply said it and walked to the bedroom. They moved after me, and their semi-paws made no sound.

Before I was fully undressed, their hormone systems came alive. Kneeling before each other, they began exploring each other's bodies. It was a very erotic sight, and they were simply happy discovering the joy of petting. I noticed that Cat's cock was hard, so I decided to intervene. I was going to save their virginity for myself. As soon as I lay down on the bed, all their attention shifted to me.

 — Easy, girls: let's get down to business.

In one sentence, I contradicted myself, but they seemed to understand me.

 — Yes, master, — they purred in unison.

 — Purr, I'll start with you. Get on all fours.

She obeyed without question. Cat was sitting on her knees, watching with interest as her younger sister crawled on her hands and knees, tail raised in the air. Her ass wiggled in the air. Kneeling behind her, I lowered my cock down — as far as possible. Her pussy was dripping, and I could see the gleam of secretions in her asshole — but that's for later. For now, she was a virgin, and I wanted to fix that. It was amazing how easily, cat-like, she arched her back. Finally, I could place my tip at the entrance to her cave and began to slowly, savoring every second, enter her.

Finally, I felt the expected resistance. Recently created, fresh from the tank, she was a virgin. Now my hard rod lay against her cherry, ready to tear her hymen. I grabbed the base of her tail and thrust with all my might. The sound that escaped her lips was a mix of a gasp, a moan, and a meow — after all, I had taken her virginity. From that moment, I started fucking her in earnest, giving her her first sexual experience. Now she was purring like a real cat, and it felt like all her vibrations were coming into my cock. But maybe that was a feature of catgirls. Her pussy clenched around my cock, enhancing my pleasure, judging by what I could see.

My gaze accidentally fell on Cat. She was wasting time, watching us with great attention, her magnificent green eyes wide open. But soon she would get her share. I turned my gaze back to Purr and started fucking her a bit faster. My hips slapped her buns again and again, but they were so tight and muscular that they barely jiggled. (She was really getting into it, I could feel). She moved back after each thrust, trying to take me deeper, harder, faster. Her breathing quickened, and I felt my balls begin to boil. She came first, meowing loudly, as this was her very first orgasm. Half a minute later, I came too, having my first (not "self-administered") orgasm in several months.

I pulled back from her, breathing heavily. A thin stream of our secretions connected my cock to her pussy for a few seconds. I felt as if I had just run a marathon and fought for first place. Amusingly enough, although my body was exhausted, my cock was still standing straight, demanding attention like a spoiled child. And it was going to get it, as always. Catching my breath, I turned around and sat on the edge of the bed.

 — Purr, come here and sit.

Purring loudly, as if confirming the correctness of her name, she hopped around me, preparing to sit on my