Curiosity and Cats: Careful what you see.
#1 of Curious Cats
This story was actually meant to be just the lead in to a later one, but as Kali saw slightly more than originally planned, it got lengthened slightly (from 1 paragraph!) into a short chapter in it's own right.
Really hoping for suggestions on this and possible continuation, and constructive criticism too.
Curious kittens have a way of getting where they shouldn't, and seeing things that others would rather not have them see just yet...
Kali was always being forgotten. As the smallest in a litter of 8, with "plain, old, boring grey fur" as she thought to herself, it wasn't particularly surprising, with her mother always being distracted and drawn away by her siblings overt antics and cries for attention. Being quiet but inquisitive didn't help either, it just meant that she was never noticed until it was too late. Like the time she got her head stuck in the hole in the tree JUST out of sight of her family (she'd been crying for over an hour before she was missed and the found). Or getting stuck up that same tree a few days later (who knew ropes were easier to climb up than down with claws, at least they knew where to look this time!). And all before she was 6 months old! Sometimes her mother, in her brief periods of rest, despaired as to whether her daughter would survive her first year if she wasn't careful. All these problems served to do, however, was teach Kali to be quieter in her explorations, and (USUALLY) to think before leaping.
Her stealthy experimentation had already taught her something new. Just a few days ago she had been lurking around her home when she heard a strange panting coming from her parents bedding area. Her old self would have pranced in to investigate, heedless of the consequences, but this time she paused a moment. Maybe this was a time to see without being seen. So instead she crept towards the sound, tail down, ears up, concentrating on the sound ahead. As she stuck her head around the corner at ground level, she saw something she suddenly knew she shouldn't.
Both her parents were the room in front of her, it was them which she could hear panting rapidly yet arrhythmically, it was only because they were both focussed on each other and facing away from the door that they didn't notice little Kali. She could see that her father was standing over her mother, squatting down so his crotch was near her rear, and repeatedly thrusting into her. This confused Kali, what was he doing, was he attacking her somehow? Her mother was gently yowling and moaning, but she didn't sound in pain and she wasn't trying to get away. Quite the opposite in fact as she was gently rocking her hips with her mate's movements, working with his thrusts so that they bumped against each other firmly, and letting out a slight cry with each bump. And none of this explained the slick, squelching sound coming out from behind them with every hump. She'd never heard ANYTHING like that from her parents before, if only her father's tail wasn't in the way, she'd be able to see exactly what was causing it.
It was then that she noticed the smell, strong and musty, like her father and mother but much, much stronger than she was used to. She paused for a moment to close her eyes and take a deep breath of it, letting it flow in through her nose and also slowly roll over her tongue. It went straight to her head, confusing her senses and demanding something of her young body that she didn't understand, wasn't quite ready for. She needed something but didn't know what. It would just have to wait until then, until she learnt what was causing the smell. Maybe it was something to do with the wet sounds? If only she could see. Kali pushed herself flat on the floor, sliding further into the room, eyes fixed on the point her parents met.
Then her parents motions changed. Before, the thrusting was a constant. A bump, bump, bump, beating out a rhythm in the room. But now her father started to push faster, harder, driving on with a growl punctuating every motion. Kali froze, had he noticed her! Was the growling a threat, targeted at her? But no, he just kept on. Kali also noticed her mother was changing too. Her rocking before was gentle, but there was an urgency to her movements and mewling that mirrored the need that Kali felt. If only she could see!
Then her father obliged her.
Their thrusting reached a sudden peak, a fierce crescendo of sound and motion before her father thrust in suddenly, as hard as he could, pushing her mother forward with the violence of the action. At the same time he let out a fierce, animalistic yowl, swiftly mirrored by his wife. There they paused for a long moment, both bodies taut pressed against each other... and her father raised his tail in triumph.
Beneath it lay first his balls. Kali had obviously seen this before, but never so closely and intently. And certainly they hadn't been moving as they were now. Drawn tightly against his body, gently pulling up and twitching in time with his heartbeat or perhaps some other pulse. But this only distracted her for a moment before her gaze fell lower and came to rest on the strange red object protruding from beneath. Not much was visible between his body and her mother, but what she could see was thick and red and veiny. It looked wet and shiny, obviously the source of the slick sounds she'd heard earlier and appeared to be going directly into her mother. It appear to Kali to be poking where she knew her mother pee came from, but instead of the tight furred slit that was normally visible, the folds were being stretched into a lewd 'o' around the rod of flesh in a way that made Kali squirm unknowingly. Below, a thin trail of creamy fluid appeared to have oozed down her mother's fur. The smell was much stronger as well, intoxicating the kitten, so strong and close she could almost taste it.
Then her parents began to move. Panicking slightly, the confused kitten retained enough control to back out quietly, claws making the faintest scraping on the floor. She somehow felt that this wasn't something she shouldn't have seen, that is was a private "parents thing" that she should keep to herself. She slipped out of the room and away. But not before she paused to watch as her father pulled gently back, tail still high. Allowing his daughter a first and final glance at the impressive length he had held in her mother, along with a tantalising glance at her gaping tunnel and the thick white ooze it now held. Kali left.
She was dumbstruck, confused and unknowingly aroused. What had it been? What didn't she know? She swore she'd find out, it had looked fun. Her first investigation began as soon as she was sure her parents had left their room and weren't returning, as she snuck back inside to investigate the fluids. She tasted both, the frothy cream slightly bitter, and the thick white salty. She shuddered slightly at each taste, but it didn't stop her from eagerly lapping up all she could find, and didn't explain why they both left her wanting more...