Mittens Has Class

Chapter 3: Never Underestimate a Cat's Ability to Mischief

"I'm win-ning!" Mittens teased Chloe as her plumber-driven go-cart passed her lover's princess-driven one.

"Y-you're also ch...che...cheating..." Chloe gasped back at her from where she on her knees and elbows in front of the cat-girl. She was struggling to keep her eyes straight and control of her racer as Mittens vigorously pounded into her with a strap on. She sounded pretty close to having one of her wonderfully explosive orgasms. Cheating or not, Chloe wasn't exactly making any efforts to stop any of it. If she knew her sister submissive, and she did, Chloe was treating it as a fun challenge.

"Hey, it's takin' jus' as much ta keep pumping whiles I play as it is for ya ta not blows up." Mittens countered, sticking her little tongue out to the side as she struggled to make a sudden sharp turn without losing rhythm in her hips.

"Ah-ah-ah-about to...lose tha...at f-ight!" Chloe grunted through set teeth, trying to keep from cumming. And likely, crashing her go-cart spectacularly in the process.

"Hmmm...okay." Mittens conceded with a giggle. She punched the pause button on the controller, halting the game, tossed aside her controller, and reached down to grab Chloe's hips. She began rapidly slamming deep into her, Chloe's back arching as she pushed herself upwards onto her hands. Her pleasurable moans undulated as the impacts jolted her in rapid fire.

Leaning forward, Mittens buried her face into Chloe's neck, carefully nibbling at the soft flesh, letting her implanted cat-teeth lightly prick enough to be felt, but not do harm. The effect it had on her partner was near instantaneous and dramatic. Chloe howled in pleasure, her sounds of sexual arousal growing louder and stronger.

Within moments, a climatic scream of release practically rattled the house. Mittens cheered, a bit breathlessly, at her triumph. Chloe just slumped forward, unable to keep herself propped up. She did manage to mutter, pleadingly, through lips smooshed against the carpet. "Dun't shtop."

Though she didn't halt her gyrations, she did slow them down, making them into long fluid thrusts. She enjoyed the sounds of continued ecstasy coming her partner, riding out the waves of sexual energy as a second, smaller, orgasm hit. After several minutes, Chloe seemed to regain a bit of her lucidity and composure, getting back into position, propped back on her elbows.

"Okay...back to the race." She said breathily, a giggle in the words.

"Should I...keep cheating?" Mittens asked with a grin.

"Oh, yeah." Chloe replied determinedly. Yep, she was taking it as a challenge.

They resumed the race, Mittens still keeping a steady rhythm with hips while she drove on screen. She grinned to herself, figuring that this would count as her core workout for the day. She could already feel the burn in her abs and thighs. And it was certainly a lot more fun than an elliptical.

"So...who's winning?" Came Master's amused voice from the doorway. Glancing back, Mittens saw him leaning in the doorway leading from the front hall. He seemed rather intrigued by the scene and in no hurry to put an end to it.

"Well, I's winnin' the race." Mittens replied, looking back at the screen as her go-cart spat out a turtle at her opponent. "Buuuut, I's pretty sure Chloe's winnin' at ma cheatin'."

His only response to that was a bemused chuckle, likely because he just didn't know how else to respond to a line like that. He came over to the sofa behind them and got a better view of the show, content to just watch them having fun. It was one of the things Mittens kind of admired about Master, his ability to just take joy from watching his two loves enjoying themselves.