COMMISSION: When the Mouse is Away...
Added 2020-02-20 11:47:31 +0000 UTCAuthor's Note: Two bad, bad kitties -- but not a pussy to be seen.
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Across infinite earths, and across infinite universes, certain objects are universal. Static fixtures not only in reality, but in any reality, anchors of Material around which existence must shape itself, rather than the other way around.
One such object is the Pylikozma Diamond, a radiant jewel of iridescent pink and lavender. Through it, light is reflected millions of times over before releasing it into the outside world -- it seems to shimmer as onlookers gaze upon the past, on light lost to time within the confines of the gem’s facets. It is neither magical, nor a product of specific artifice. It simply is.
When the first grand exhibit of the newly-unearthed Pylikozma Diamond was announced in New York City, so as well was one announced in Gotham, and in many other worlds alike. In different places, for the most part. In different ways. But it was in these two layers of existence that reality lined up most cleanly... so cleanly, in fact, that the layers became singular.
Impossibly sharp claws sliced into the glass wall panes of the museum’s exterior from two separate points, and a disc of the material was extracted before lean figures slid through the newly-made, unguarded entrances. Two figures that were similarly outfitted and similarly equipped, bearing similar skills and... similar themes. It was the stories, both behind and ahead of them, that set apart the two cat-burglars, but in this single moment, this close to the Pylikozma Diamond, existence regarded them as equal.
Bright blue eyes, clearly visible within the windows of a black domino mask, skimmed over a map of the museum’s layout and its defenses. At the other end of the building, crafty green eyes became hidden deep red lenses, the sensors of cat-styled goggles activating and scanning the place for defenses.
Both came to similar conclusions in different ways -- the diamond was protected by a vast network of lasers, invisible to the naked eye but very apparent to the thief’s lenses of Selina Kyle, better known to Gotham’s elite as the unfetterable Catwoman. “That shouldn’t be anything I haven’t taken care of before,” she muttered under her breath, her voice pleasantly low and smoky. “Been a while since I’ve seen protections this archaic.”
Running her tongue over ruby lips, Selina approached the exhibit where the shimmering, stuttering crystal was held, mapping out the angles of the lasers that would trip the alarm -- or worse -- if she so much as breathed on one. The skintight black catsuit she wore would assure no outside problems from clothing, so this would be a test of pure acrobatics, one that the master thief was more than adequately equipped to take on. Inhaling deeply, she began to invade the web of invisible light-beams, keeping her movements, breathing, even her blinking slow, steady, perfectly precise. Like an exquisitely risky game of Twister, she made her way step by step through the labyrinth, closer and closer -- until at last, she gently set one booted foot on the inner dais where the diamond was stored.
“There you are,” she whispered, slowly extending one clawed hand -- then flinching back when her goggles spotted the vanishing of the lasers entirely. At first she thought she’d tripped them somehow, but no alarm sounded. No counter-measures taken. No, this was....
“And to think, if I’d known someone was gonna do all the hard work for me, I wouldn’t have bothered deactivating the sensors,” came a sigh from behind Selina, who whirled to meet it. The speaker was... well, she had to be the tackiest impersonator Catwoman had ever seen. A black catsuit almost identical to her own, but lined with unnecessary white fur and decidedly... more committal to the cleavage. On top of that, a mane of luxurious white hair that could only be a wig spilled down the woman’s back, and a domino mask made the whole getup even cheesier.
“Who in the world are you?” Selina growled. “I swear, if you’re some kind of--”
“If you say ‘copycat’ I’ll smack you,” Felicia Hardy -- known on her own world as the Black Cat -- snarked back.
“Please, I’ve spent far too much time around clowns to lower myself to puns like that.” Selina leered, taking a few slow, cautious steps toward the white-haired woman, sizing her up. “I suppose you’re here for the diamond?”
“A jewel that eats light? Yeah, I’d say I’ll get a pretty penny for that...” Felicia responded, starting to slowly stalk forward. After a moment, the two had grown near, about five feet apart, and gradually circled each other like hunting cats, neither willing to stay still but unsure if they should come closer.
“If you want to be me so badly, you’ll have to take it from me. Only one thief is leaving with that gem.”
“Want to be you?” Black Cat scoffed. “Yeah, right! You think you can steal my vibe and act like you’re the one who came up with it?”
“Well, 1940 was quite a while ago--”
“But you’ve got one thing right,” Felicia interrupted, “we’re gonna have to prove which one of us deserves it. Which one of us is better.”
Catwoman narrowed her eyes, and flicked her goggles up above her brows, letting her gaze scan up and down the other woman’s admittedly mouth-watering physique. “I think I have an idea for how to do exactly that.”
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With the security systems disabled, there was nothing to pick up the sudden loud thud and breathless gasp as Catwoman pinned her counterpart to the museum wall, crushing her lips fiercely to Felicia’s in a hungry, extended kiss. She could feel the white-haired woman’s clawed fingertips dragging lightly down the sides of her suit before grabbing two fistfuls of Selina’s full, perky ass, and the Gothamite responded in kind, leaving one hand on Black Cat’s hip and bringing the other to the woman’s massive breast, giving it a rough squeeze.
“Mmphhnn... prrrr...” Felicia moaned quietly into Catwoman’s lips, gasping when the other thief’s tongue slipped coyly into her mouth, swirling around her own, stealing her breath. She was getting more and more excited by the instant, biting back another moan as Selina insistently pawed at her breast, going so far as to yank the black latex barely covering it aside to free the full, smooth orb. “Hey, what’re you--!”
“I think they’re bigger than mine...” Selina mused, nibbling the other girl’s lip for a moment before breaking the kiss entirely, popping out Black Cat’s other tit and gazing on both of them with an expression of mixed envy and admiration. “No wonder you chose to shut the lasers down rather than moving through them. Lazy move.”
“Mn, if you hate them so much, why can’t you take your hands off of them?” Felicia purred, biting back another moan as Catwoman slipped her gloves off entirely, rubbing both sensitive globes in slow circles, transfixed both by their sumptuous size and their outright revolt against the laws of gravity. Not that Selina’s own were any less buoyant, but... certainly not this large.
“If you don’t want my hands on them, then why are you getting an erection?” Selina parried with a small smile, leaning in to firmly kiss and suck at one stiff pink nipple, rolling her tongue around the swelling nub of flesh -- getting it as perky as it would get before giving it one tender bite, just enough to make Felicia squirm and whimper. With one free hand, she caressed up the latex-covered inside of Black Cat’s thighs until she felt the warmth radiating from between them. Dextrous fingertips traced against the swells of tightening balls, then up along the rigid, missile-shaped outline straining against the inside of the other woman’s suit. “I’d say you enjoy my touch quite a lot, imposter....”
“Hnnph... shut up and get back up here...” one hand moved from Selina’s ass to beneath her chin, lifting her face to steal another heated, tongue-filled embrace. This time, though, Felicia pulled in closer, squishing her catsuited figure into the other woman’s as they kissed, her bare tits pressing against Selina’s generous cleavage and spilling out on both sides. What sent an even greater shudder through her body, though, was when the outline of her aching girldick bumped against a similar shape, likewise concealed by thin black fabric, just as hard and near the same size... though Felicia suspected, however silently, that Catwoman’s may have been a tiny bit larger than her own.
“Oohh, that feels... mmn, fuck...” Selina groaned between kisses, biting at the other woman’s lip as she shifted her hips back and forth, coiling one leg around Black Cat’s generous hips to grind more fully against her, shaft to shaft, rubbing the two stationary lengths back and forth against each other. “You’re so fucking hard....”
“Mmphh, and you’re...” Felicia’s words were lost in another kiss, rocking her hips forward and back and sync with Selina, making sure their latex-covered rods never lost contact for more than an instant. Seized by a moment of passion, she delivered a rough slap to Catwoman’s perfect ass before giving it an even more aggressive squeeze, drawing a yelp from the other woman that melted into another moan.
“Hahhmn... nn... lay down, I need to taste your fucking cock,” Selina whispered, following with a frisky bite at the other thief’s lower lip and disengaging from the kiss. All pretenses of reservation had vanished some time ago, and both women moved gracefully to the museum’s deep maroon carpet. In moments, they found their new positioning, with Catwoman laying flat on her back, legs spread, and Black Cat on all fours above her, interlocking like yin and yang.
Pulling her cowl all the way back, Selina grinned up at the impressive length of girlcock looming above her, and leaned up to finally sample it. Tracing her tongue tenderly up along its length, she cooed with contentment at the sweet muskiness, the smell and taste of sex and lust on that thick, throbbing rod. Another long lick, then another, and she pressed her tip against the round, glistening end of it, whimpering with pleasure as she finally took it into her mouth -- shallow at first, then deeper, sucking in a deep breath through her nose as she tested the reflexes of her throat against Black Cat’s luscious cock.
Catwoman wasn’t the only one doing the pleasuring, though, and even as she took that dick into her throat, she shuddered with delight at the sensation of Black Cat doing the same. On all fours above the gothamite, Felicia swayed her hips playfully from side to side as she stroked her tongue along the end of Selina’s dick in short, sweet kitty-licks, teasing it, toying with it before pressing tender kisses in a row up its length. She wasn’t afraid of getting it into her mouth -- she’d given Silver Sable enough blowjobs alone to train away her gag reflex -- but wanted to torment the other thief, to make her wiggle and squirm and whimper, and she was getting exactly what she wanted. She could already hear Selina’s little moans and yelps, craving more attention... but giving it back doubled, finally taking Felicia’s cock all the way down her throat, tongue sliding and coiling around that aching shaft. “Aahhn... f-fuck....”
Shuddering, Felicia finally gave in to what she wanted, rivalry be damned -- the taste of that sweet shaft was more than she could resist for any longer than a few moments. Bucking her hips downward to drive deeper into Catwoman’s mouth, she took that big thing past her own lips completely, closing her eyes as she sunk down on it. Taking it into her mouth, then throat, her hands pawing up and down along Selina’s hips and ass, gently squeezing those beautifully firm globes again as she deep-throated the woman’s gorgeous dick.
“Don’t think... just because I let you suck my cock... that I’ve forgotten about you stealing my act,” Selina let out muffled warnings, grunted protests, as if seemingly only now confused about the fact that she’d ultimately chosen sixty-nineing as a means to settle the two thieves’ little identity dispute. The warning fell on uncaring ears, through, as Black Cat only sunk down deeper, holding back a cough as her saliva streamed down Selina’s balls. From a few feet away, the entire thing would have been a sight to behold -- black, skintight leather pulled away or torn apart in just the right spots, otherwise clinging to the perfect, agile bodies that tangled each other in an oral deathlock. Heads bobbing between one another’s thighs as they eagerly -- no, greedily -- sucked each others thick cocks, precum blending with saliva, making a mess of soft lips and tightened balls alike. “Maybe if you can pull off a heist half as well as you can suck dick, you’d actually be worthy of being called Catwoman.”
“It’s Black Cat--!” Felicia scoffed, pulling back but still nuzzling the wet knob in front of her, “and if you like my mouth, you haven’t seen anything. Let me show you how a real woman gets a cock off.” Grinning, she drew back completely, wheeling around on Selina, who sat up to face her. There was a moment, then, a pause, when bravado gave way to being genuinely stunned as Felicia took in the sight of her -- that short, tousled black hair, one nipple freeing itself from her costume. Perfect, leather-clad legs spread, showing off that throbbing, glistening girlcock, laying against her inner thigh and begging to be attended to even more. Felicia swallowed hard, biting her lip, shaking free of the momentary stupor Selina’s pure, dark beauty had cast her into, and tried to reassert her confidence.
“Cat got your tongue?” Selina smiled wickedly, licking her lips.
“Not yet,” Felicia purred, pulling in closer and pushing her chest forward -- letting Selina’s cock slowly glide between her firm, round tits, keeping them completely freed from the white fur trim at the edges of her costume’s neckline. Once she’d coaxed the stiff thing between her breasts, she brought her hands to their sides, pressing them together and fitting Catwoman’s cock snugly between, now no longer cradled... but trapped. Sealed within the pillowy valley that was Felicia Hardy’s flawless cleavage.
“Unnh... ooh, shit...” Selina winced, pinning her arms beneath her to steady herself, keeping her legs spread and booted feet planted, shifting her pelvis up in a slow, unsteady rhythm to match the eager undulation of Felicia’s body against hers. “I guess those overstuffed tits are good for something after all, heh....”
“Don’t be too cocky, kitty-cat,” Felicia flicked her tongue against the tip of Catwoman’s dick as it bloomed from between her cleavage, swirling her tongue around it crown before letting it vanish once more into the soft, fleshy valley of her boobs. “I’ve made better than you tremble with these tits.”
“Your plastic surgeon?” Catwoman parried, allowing herself a wide grin before wincing, letting loose a moan of unrestrained bliss as those full, milky orbs stroked back up along her length, then down again, massaging it like one might wring toothpaste from its tube. A quiver ran through her, making her own (by no means unremarkable) breasts jiggle and bounce, one jostling free of its dark confines entirely.
“Not a chance,” Felicia smirked. “Of all the parts of me that are enhanced, these aren’t one of them. I’m all natural, baby.”
“NNhh... fuck, just... s-shut up and don’t stop...!” Selina groaned, thrusting her hips up roughly to cram her cock between those perfect breasts, up into Felicia’s mouth before disappearing, taking its voyage into the land of milk and honey before making the return journey once again into Black Cat’s mouth. The gesture was noticed and returned, too -- if Catwoman wanted faster and harder, the other thief could give her exactly that. Tightening her hold on both of her own breasts, she squeezed firmly around that twitching, dripping shaft and began to pump more rapidly along it, thrusting forward to swoop her chest more fully into Selina’s lap, swallowing every single inch of that big fat girlcock between her accomodating, luxurious sweater-kittens.
“I can’t believe how hard you are... I can feel it pulsating between my boobs,” Black Cat grinned, pausing a moment and releasing Selina’s dick, swatting it from side to side between her breasts before engulfing it once more, pumping up and down firmly and quickly. “Looks like you liked them more than you thought, huh?”
Selina was gripped by a moment of panic. This felt... absolutely unbelievable, like nothing she’d ever felt before, and every second that passed, every time those tits slid up along her cock like they were trying to milk it, Catwoman got closer and closer to climax. And as fun as that might be, letting Black Cat make her cum first simply wasn’t acceptable. If she was going to keep this contest going -- and fuck did she ever want to keep it going -- she’d have to disengage. She needed to offer something this white-haired imposter wouldn’t be able to resist, and it didn’t take her long to think of it.
“I need your fucking cock,” Selina gasped, drawing the other girl’s attention just as abruptly as she’d thought it would. “Sit down, quick!”
“But you haven’t--”
“Are you going to complain, or are you gonna shut up and fuck my ass?”
There was only an instant’s pause before a disgruntled Black Cat released Selina’s shaft from her cleavage and sat back. As much as she’d wanted the control, there was no way she was going to deny a request like that... especially when her own aching girldick had been neglected the entire time she’d been “attending” to Selina.
“You’re just trying not to be the first one to cum,” Black Cat narrowed her eyes.
Catwoman’s response, however, was quick. “Maybe I am,” she purred as she lowered the other woman back to the carpet and straddled her, bumping dick against dick gently back and forth before climbing fully into her lap. “But that still isn’t going to stop you from shoving that thick cock in my ass, will it?”
Not waiting for a reply, Selina wound one lean, flexible leg around one of Felicia’s hips, pulling in for a gentle kiss before reaching down with one hand, fondling Black Cat’s saliva-slick shaft and guiding it to her own asshole, rubbing the tip around the tight entrance a few times to spread that moisture before starting to lower herself onto it. A low hiss of pleasure faded to a moan of delight as that thick thing slid into her, easy at first, then deep, filling the villainess’s tight ass. “Nnnffhhh....”
“Oh shit... you’re so fucking... hhah...” Felicia groaned, her eyelids fluttering as Selina bottomed out on her raging girlthing, wrapping so smoothly and tightly around her. Her hands slid up Catwoman’s sides, one hand clinging to the other burglar’s hip while the other fondled her breast, leaning back into another long, deep kiss. As her tongue invaded Selina’s mouth, toying and twirling around hers, she felt Catwoman start to shift up and down in her lap, keeping one leg coiled around Felicia’s waist while the other stayed knelt on the carpet for balance, letting her ease her slim weight up and down smoothly, carefully. She needed a moment to adjust to such a big, thick thing in such a small hole -- not that the hole in question hadn’t seen its fair share of playtime in the past -- but not so long that she wasn’t soon picking up her pace.
“Fuck me,” the black-haired beauty whispered, nibbling the corner of one of Felicia’s lips before licking it, then melting back into making out -- but the invitation had been given, and Black Cat knew exactly what it meant. Selina had no commitment to controlling the pacing entirely by herself, and Felicia was more than happy to oblige.
Tightening her grip on Catwoman’s hip, the new yorker thrust her hips upward, cramming her thick shaft deeper into the other woman’s warm, tight asshole, relishing the sensation of Selina’s internal muscles flexing and quivering around her; adjusting, relaxing, eager for more. It was only a few moments before the two began to find rhythm with each other, slow at first, steady, deep. Their lips locked together, the coyness had all but melted away entirely -- breasts squished firmly into each other, hands wandering, exploring, as their two slender, agile bodies undulated as one, like two serpents coiled around one another... or, perhaps more adroitly, like two kittens grappling over the same ball of yarn.
“Ssstt... mmnfuck...” Black Cat hissed under her breath, words smothered between heated kisses. She shivered under Selina’s touch as the other thief drew her hands up and down Felicia’s sides, gently squeezing her hips, then reaching down to fondle and grope her firm butt. The quivers of pleasure were getting to her more and more, distracting her from what this entire ‘competition’ was even meant to be about, if it had ever been about anything. No matter how this ended, it was unlikely that it would have any impact on which thief went home with the Pylikozma Diamond -- but right now, Felicia didn’t care about it. She had plenty of shiny things, but she’d never fucked someone who felt so scandalous in her arms. Catwoman was as graceful as liquid and as tight as a vice, her every movement and breath inherently erotic.
For Selina herself, that captivation was quite similar -- even as she traded kiss, raising and lowering her weight onto Felicia’s throbbing length, she couldn’t help but keep her eyes open, devouring the sight of Black Cat as her hands explored the other thief. Perhaps Felicia wasn’t as elegant as Selina herself, but she had something else... a sort of unhinged rawness and open sexuality that invited Catwoman to dive into her headlong. And dive in she did, clinging tightly to the other girl as she rode her cock, tongue dancing with Felicia’s, twirling, dodging, flicking. She shivered as nimble fingers teased and twiddled her nipple, her back arching, her hips pushing down even harder, taking her deeper... and eliciting a sharp gasp when Selina finally hit both her limit and Black Cat’s. She felt her butt hit Felicia’s lap, and the tip of that cock pin against the final barrier of Selina’s rear opening, in simultude, her gasp rising into a trembling cry of passion.
She could feel the tip of her own aching dick trapped between two lean stomachs, leaking precum as Black Cat took the moan as a sign to fuck her harder, deeper, faster, hips slapping audibly against the springy cheeks of Catwoman’s perfect ass as she drilled her backdoor. But it was a pace she could only keep up for so long -- not for lack of endurance nor desire, but because despite Selina’s obvious crescendo of pleasure, Black Cat knew it was only moments before she exploded inside the other thief. And, just as Selina had parried such a predicament earlier, it was time for her to do the same. “It’s-- mmph-- my turn, bitch,” she purred, stealing one final kiss and holding on desperately to her climax, bringing the momentum of her thrusts to a gradual halt. “I’m gonna milk that cock for every drop of cream it’s got!”
“Promise?” Selina grinned, biting her lip.
“I may be a thief, but I’m not a liar.” That, in and of itself, was a lie -- Black Cat was absolutely a liar, but she had no intention on going back on this particular promise. Shifting back a little, she propped her arms behind her so that she could sit up with her pelvis still on the floor, spreading her legs to show off her own prize, nestled below her hot, glistening girlcock and the smooth balls beneath that -- the petite pink opening of her backdoor, a cherry ripe for the plucking, just as she’d recently dined on Selina’s.
Leaning in for one last kiss, Catwoman lowered herself as well, creating a more dominant mirror of Felicia’s own languid positioning as she entertwined her legs with the other woman’s, nearly a scissor figure... but with Selina’s dick prodding upward, pressing firmly against that snug opening and piercing it, sinking in deep and slow to the tune of Felicia’s blissful wails. “Ahhhn... tighter than I thought you’d be,” Selina purred.
“Hey, what’s that supposed to-- uuhnn--!” Black Cat bit down on her lower lip as the other thief bucked up into her, rocking her world with that needy shaft and giving her a spike of pleasure she didn’t know she’d needed so badly. She’d thought fucking Catwoman was more than she could bear... but being fucked by her was just as sweet, if not sweeter.
The gothamite, though, was still out for victory as much as pleasure, and when one seeks victory by any means, the easiest and more satisfying route is typically to cheat. Such was the course taken by Selina Kyle, who balanced herself carefully on her backside and one hand so that the other could reach out, taking hold of the slick, shimmering shaft bobbing clumsily back and forth with every deep, hot thrust into Felicia’s tight ass. She gripped it firmly, squeezed just a moment... then began to gradually stroke it up and down, long strokes along the shaft before rotating her palm along the wet, sensitive tip, drawing a hoarse wail from Black Cat.
“You-- fuckin’-- hnn-- that’s c-cheating...!” Felicia yelped, planting one foot beside Selina’s hip and entangling the other with Catwoman’s other leg, helplessly thrusting forward and downward herself, aiding in her own ruthlessly sweet sodomization against her own will. She still wanted to make Selina cum first, but... but now... with each squelching ram of Catwoman’s dick into her ass it made her back arch, legs wobble, her voice tremble. Adding a rhythmically rapid handjob into the mix was quickly becoming more than she could stand, whatever words she tried to form were falling more and more into helplessly lustful gibberish. Impassioned syllables left unfinished before melting into primal whimpers and moans. There was no fixing it now, no reversing the process -- she was losing, and now she wanted nothing more than that sweet silver medal.
“Hhaaahh... mmnnhhshit...” Selina growled, a sheen of sweat now covering her visible skin from the continued effort. She’d lost track of how long the two had been at it, but she was reaching her limit... and watching Black Cat in the throes of pleasure wasn’t making it any easier. Those huge tits bouncing with every thrust, her eyes nearly rolling back into her head. Absolutely beautiful, and so much moreso mounted on Selina’s dick. She stroked that cock faster and faster, so fast that her arm burned from it, so fast that--
Catwoman let out a yelp as Felicia’s cock erupted like a volcano, shooting burst after burst of sticky spunk into the air and letting it rain down however it fell. Primarily onto Black Cat herself; onto her face and hair and breasts, even streaming down her stomach, but on Selina as well, making a mess of her tits and a bit of the shredded catsuit she still partially wore. “FuuUUcckK!!” Felicia screamed out, slamming down hard and bottoming out on Catwoman’s rod, corking every last inch of it into her quivering, spasming asshole... a tight, sensitive cavern that only just moments later received a flood of its own.
Selina had been waiting for her counterpart to cum first, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t holding back. Didn’t mean she wasn’t struggling not to release. And the instant it was official -- the instant she’d ‘won’ -- she unloaded, pumping a series of wet, ropey glugs of spunk straight up Felicia’s butt.
A few moments passed before the panting finally slowed down, and both women caught their breath, untangling from one another to lay next to each other. Selina lay her head gently on Felicia’s impressive breasts, using them as pillows despite the cum coating them causing her skin to stick to her cheek. “That was....”
“Yeah...” Black Cat whispered back, swallowing hard, trailing her fingers tenderly up and down Selina’s back. “Wow.”
“So... what about....”
“The diamond?”
Catwoman nodded slightly, licking a little dab of cum off of Felicia’s nipple, cooing pleasantly as she swallowed it. “Now that I think about it, I think I need to make room in my collection for it.”
“Yeah, my room’s pretty cluttered without another huge jewel. I’d have to clear some stuff out....”
“I think I’ll have enough space for it next week. Might try to steal it again then,” Catwoman’s lips curled into a playful grin as she looked up at the other thief, lips that were met by a soft, knowing kiss.
“Next week seems like a perfect time to try to steal it again. I already know the guard rotations, after all....”
“Not to mention the security codes....”
Both women grinned, leaning in to share another kiss, this one longer, deeper. They were from different worlds, parallels of one another, destined never to meet. But as long as the Pylikozma Diamond remained where it was, it would always provide a place for the cats to play....
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