Mittens Has Class

Chapter 16: Mischief Is Always Easier As a Cat

***Note from the Author: This is a significant rewrite of this chapter (and the six that follow it), as I didn't like where I was taking things with the story. Parts of the original version, that still worked with the new direction, still remain and may seem familiar, but it should be quickly evident that much has changed and more will be different as the newly reworked chapters come back out. I hope this doesn't cause too much confusion, but please try to forget the events of the previous version of the chapters that followed after the attack at the college and read these are 'new chapters'.***

As Mittens hit send on her latest reply text to Valli, assuring her that both of them were okay and she'd talk more with her soon, Krystal called her attention upwards with a clearing of her throat. "Well?" Well, she asked, doing a slow turn. "How do I look?" Mittens gave her a deeply thoughtful scan, pretending to mull over some long inner monolog of thought. Krystal, of course, looked utterly adorable. They'd lucked out with finding some paws and a tail that were pretty close to the same green as the ears pinned to her head. The fuzzy arm and leg warmers had been easy enough to find in a similar shade.

She'd changed her usually dark blue eye and lip make-up to green as well, to better go along with the rest of the assemble. Aside from the cat costume pieces, she was clad in a short, form-fitting spandex tank top and bikini bottoms, both also a similar shade of green. A nude-colored elastic band circled around her hips with her tail attached to it. The top was thin enough that you could just make out the shape of her nipples beneath and the bikini only barely covered her pubic thatch. Mittens could actually see a few stray hairs of it peeking out of the top.

"I feel like you're missing something." Mittens drawled slowly, making a meal of the set up.

Krystal looked down at herself, surveying the minimalist outfit. "Well, I suppose some kind of bodysuit or something might make it look better." She grimaced and added in a half mutter. "And make me panic less to be seen in."

"No..." Mittens countered. "I think what you're missing is..." She took a slow deep breath before bouncing up to her feet. "ME!" And promptly leapt from the bed and snatched her up into a wiggly hug, rubbing her naked body all over Krystal.

Krystal cackled with laughter as they smooshed together, doing her own little wiggle against Mittens. She seemed in generally better spirits now, as though their ordeal from the morning had never happened. In truth, Mittens had been pretty amazed at just how truly resilient Krystal seemed to be. She'd been locked in absolute darkness, possibly going into hypothermia, for more than an hour. Yet, she'd recovered from that experience with surprising quickness.

Possibly, Mittens just made her feel safe. It was also, heartbreakingly, possible that she'd simply been bullied and tormented so much over the years that she'd grown numb to these things through repeated trauma. Most likely, she had just become really, really, good at hiding behind all that make-up. Whatever the reason, there was no mistaking that she was genuinely happy at the moment.

"Let's go show Chloe and Master Brooksend. Especially before I chicken out and throw on something a lot less revealing before your company gets here." Krystal said with a fresh grimace, looking like she was mentally trying to convince herself not to actually go grab a large sweater or something to hide in. "I feel like I'm going to pop out of this top if I move too fast."

Mittens peered at her. "I's purty sure that shirt's faaar more like-a-lies ta burst than anything else." She gave mischievous grin. The top did seem to be straining to contain her rather full bust.