<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong>  Cheshire<br/><strong>Location: </strong> The Sewers<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>  Andi, Andy, Drew, Andrew; in that order. <br/><br/>Home.<br/><br/>It was like a beacon even on the darkest of nights; it tugged against every bruise and pulled on her feets, directing them even when the mind wandered and it did.  It chased rats, it chased rats on silent little cat feet; crouched low and still, oh so perfectly still.  It chased rats with bait.<br/><br/>It used toes.<br/><br/>Fleshy toes. Pink toes.  Wiggling toes, poking through the holes of her stockings.  <br/><br/>"<em>Here ratty rat rat-i-kin.</em>"<br/><br/>"FUCK"<br/><br/>Because it'd come.  It'd come with sharp sharp teeth and scritchy little claws and now there was blood oozing from the swell of her big toe; already bruised from shoes too sizes to small, which made them perfect for catfeet.<br/><br/>The shrill squeal of the small little bastard as it was scooped and clutched into greedy hands echoed against the slim ridden walls and its sharp claws burrowed in sharply against the palms of her hands.  Tiny claws.  Painful claws.  Claws that could dig through the soft soft tender of a belly if given half a chance and a pinch of heat.  She knew.  She did.  And it was cruel, so very cruel, the way that almost-scaly-but-not-quite tail crunched between her teeth.  But it was a satisfying crunch.  It made those too sharp tiny teeth find the sensitive flesh of the webbing of her hand.  <br/><br/>Cat teeth crunched again.<br/><br/>Rat squeals filled the hall.<br/><br/>She was panting.<br/><br/>Hot. Heavy. Hungry. And footsteps, footsteps in the distance, threatening to interrupt the meal.  CRUNCH.  No more tail.<br/><br/>No more tail and bloody fingers.  Bloody hands.  Bloody hands and a tailless rat. But not a tail-less cat.  It dangled between her lips, left to dance by the point of a prodding pink tongue.  <br/><br/>She let the rat go.  She let it go so it run, run and flee, bloody, broken, to be eaten by its friends.  Mmmm.  She <em>shivered</em>.  Shivered.  And there They were.  The tail disappeared in a single long slurp, twitching, twitching all the way down.  Perhaps its blood had made her crazy but he sounded...he sounded so...<br/><br/>The cat's eyes rolled back in its head, when he spoke; as if His voice were a caress that rolled down the entire length of her body, so that there was no piece of her that didn't fail to respond in some way.  Nails bit the flesh of her palms, nipples hardened, hips rolled and thighs flexed, arms stretched and she purred.  Oh how she purred.<br/><br/>"Andi," the cat skipped to meet Them, greeting the young girl with a hug that wrapped her up tight and cherished, an adoring kiss to the cheek that was nothing if not chaste for all the tenderness that she put behind it.  "I've missed you," spoken and meant, before those lips found her temple in a twisted parody of motherly affection.<br/><br/>"Andy," the tone changed again, just a little, but nimble fingers ruffled his hair, her grin lopsided as she winked.  "I hope you're taking care of our girl."<br/><br/>But the touch of that hand changed then, drifted from the playful ruffle to the pointed tease of nails sliding down the back of her head, down the nape of her neck, getting just a little harder as they courted the fine line of Drew's collar bone, down down down between the valley of her breasts where those nimple little bloody claws teased against the inner swell of her breasts so that thumb and index could almost <em>almost</em> tease the soft bud of her nipples as they traveled on down the flat of her stomach, sliding out towards the v of her hip. "There's my bitch," came the purr.<br/><br/>Yet even that didn't last, and the cats nails retreated, so that it was nothing but the soft pads of her fingers, stroking down the length of His inner thigh.  "But you found me.  You always find me, Andrew.  Nothing escapes you for long."<br/><br/>And for a moment.  For a single moment in time, the cat was happy.  Genuinely happy.  And it showed, in a hovel far away, where forgotten treasures winked into vibrant neon life.<br/><br/>"Not even me."</span>