Jon hung up the phone with a sigh. This was the third time this week his date had called and canceled.

"Well, it looks like another night at home with the T.V." He said aloud as he slumped down into his favorite easy chair. He had to let out a little laugh at this, he was the perfect embodiment of the phrase "all dressed up and nowhere to go." He loosened his polka dot bow tie and took off his brown sport jacket, flinging it in the corner without a second thought. "Not like I'll need it soon anyway."

Picking up the remote, he drifted slowly out of complete consciousness. Aware of himself, but moving more out of muscle memory than anything. He grabbed a handful of chips and stopped on the late movie. It was always on after Johnny Carson. He knew the schedule by heart at this point, years upon years of lonely nights spent in the exact same manner. The old fuzzy screen was light up with big letters displaying the title "Brain Eating Monsters from Outer Space." Standard movie for the late night slot. Aliens come to earth, kidnap buxom woman, square jawed hero saves the day.

As the movie started, Jon's tabby cat Garfield sauntered into the room with a ham sandwich in his hand. Finishing it off, he stretched and climbed onto Jon's lap to join him.

"Clown suit didn't attract any ladies? what a surprise." Said Garfield nonchalantly as he watched the movie.

"Very funny, Garfield." Jon picked up his hand and slowly stroked Garfields back, getting a resounding purr from the happy cat. Jon was of course correct, and onto the screen walked a chesty, distressed blonde with all the acting skills of an oak tree. She wasn't a great looker, but she had a body to kill for.

As Jon watched the movie, he started thinking about how long it's been since he's felt the touch of a woman. Felt the soft caress of her hands, felt the warm sensation of a good fuck.

"I wonder if this what a woman's hair feels like." He pondered as he pet his cat. It was so small, so soft, so..... Alive. Without even noticing at first, Jon felt a slow rising in between his legs and his penis started to grow and stiffen till it was at full mass.

Garfield jumped up at looked at Jon with a grimace of disgust usually saved for child molesters and rapists.

"Garfield, I..... It's not.... I was just thinking about....." And as he tried searching for an explanation, he asked himself, "What I was thinking about."

"Jon, I don't know what the FUCK that was, but you stay away from me, do you hear me?!"

"It's just been so long since I've been with a woman, and I just thought..."

"I KNOW WHAT YOU FUCKING THOUGHT! And it's not happening."

"No, Garfield, it's not that." He said with a sliver of doubt. Was that it? Would he go so far as to..... "No, I couldn't. That'd be sick. But maybe it's not so bad... maybe, it's just like a real woman."

"I'm leaving Jon. I'm going right now, I don't care what you have to say."

But John didn't say anything. Instead, he walked solemnly over to the front door and bolted it shut. With a devious grin on his face, he slowly approached the wide eyed shaking cat that was about to become his Slave...

Part 2

Jon scooped up his cat, frozen in fear and confusion, and carried him kicking and clawing to the couch. As he held down his head with one hand, he started to undo his buckle and slide down his slacks. At the site of this, Garfield thrashed even harder to get away, but Jon just held tighter. Once Jon had gotten his pants off, his Dick was so hard that the blood made the tip of his penis turn purple.

He flipped over Garfield, still screaming and clawing, and positioned himself behind him. As Jon lifted up the cats tail, he saw his last chance to stop whiz by. He was past the point of no return now. He carefully took one look at his cats puckered butt, and with all the grace of a mongoloid in a china shop, thrust himself into Garfields ass.

Garfield let out a .wail as throngs of pain shot through his body, and he could feel himself being violated. By this point Jon was fully inside of him, and reaming him mercilessly.

Jon could feel Garfields ass hugging his dick while he moved back and forth. He had forgotten what a woman felt like, but by this point that meant nothing to him. He was fucking his own cat in the ass.

As Jon rocked back and forth, his movements started quickening and he tensed up. As he held down his still thrashing cat, he let out two big strings of cum into Garfields ass. When he pulled out he could see it dripping into his fur.

Jon sat there breathing heavily while his crawled to the corner and lie whimpering. He looked over at Garfield, knowing there would be no way to ever look at him again. He had burnt that bridge when he stuck his dick up his ass.

"Garfield...I...." But Garfield didn't say anything. He didn't even look. He got up on trembling knees, and walked out the door without taking anything. He was gone

Jon let slip a single tear, and went to the bathroom to wash up.

All alone....

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[#5571] ABHowitzer ( 1646 days ago )
ABHowitzer avatar I found it really good!

Not in the sense of horny or anything, it just made me laugh like hell..
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