[insert something cat related and smutty]

the rum tum tugger is a curious cat

She moved through the mist, her fur coat trailing behind her dragging with it the dirt and filth of the city floor. Chunks of tuna and small pools of milk were absorbed and attached to her coat. It just added to the image of royal jank. It also meant that she had mad royal stank. Deuteronomy had never washed the coat, meaning layers of grime and food clung to the fur.

She could see tiny figures through the haze, they were writhing on the ground like they had just taken a hit of the cocaine straight through eyes (idk how drugs). They all looked like they were on crack tbh, but then everything in this film is next level uncanny valley so.

She surveyed the group to find many familiar faces. She spotted Jason Derulo and gave him a wink, to which he screamed "LETS DANCE." She ignored him cause it was classic Derulo. Her eyes landed on a black and white cat who was eyeing her with interest. The look sent a shiver up her tail and other parts (ayo). He moved closer to her, running his eyes up and down her body. Clearly liking what he saw he let out a sound only audible to her. It was a cross between a meow and a guttural groan. It made her wet. 

As she drew closer to the theatre, the cats began to follow behind. She could hear the distinct screech of Jason Derulo trying to harmonise with everyone. 

The mysterious cat looped his arm through hers and dipped his head towards her. 

"Munkustrap." he whispered as he licked her cat lope. He pushed his tongue in and out of her ear in a slow deliberate action. He wanked her cat ear off long and slow, while Jason Derolooll harmonised alone. Deuteronomy bit her lip to stifle a moan knowing that they were in too much of a public place.

He removed his toungue with a loud toungeu and sidled away.

***

Deuteronomy lounged back into the lounge. The lounge lounge was loungey but she was too bored to lounge. She had lost track of the brown-eyed young fellow calling himself Munkustrap. She lounged on the lounge, trying to recall the last time she had felt this way. She felt tingling in her naughty areas, like a stampede of fire ants. Maybe she had lice. It wouldn't be surprising considering the amount of cat of dubious hygiene she'd met today. 

At that moment she felt a tap on her shoulder. A tongue tongued against her neck like a tongue. She knew it was now or never. She scanned the room to make sure all of the other cats were distracted. 

***

She entered the room titled "Gus" and waited.

It felt like hours later, when she heard the click of the latch and the door swing open. He approached like a janky hideous cgi creature gone wrong. She could feel his body centimetres away. His breath breathed his breath onto her neck like a breath. She could feel his breath.

She let out a groan. He pounced on her, slamming her back into the wall. His mouth attacking her neck with the fever a breath breathed down a breath.

His hands trailed down her body, lingering around her cat flaps. 

TBC FAM