My Neighbor’s Girlfriend Cant be this Cute (Part 3)

>a week later
>Kayla and neighbor still weren’t on speaking terms
>the fight must have been horrendous if they even avoided eye contact when they ran into each other by chance
>each would insinuate that it was the others fault
>”He’s an inconsiderate jerk that doesn’t appreciate anything I do for him.” Kayla would explain to you
>”She just doesn’t understand anything. I have my own problems I have to worry about, ya know?” your neighbor would affirm
>each would state that they were merely “on break”
>whatever that meant
>at any rate, you had been hosting Kayla in your room ever since
>things weren’t all that different
>except for your shower drain being clogged much more often than usual
>and the fact you were sleeping on your couch now
>and the fact that you had to knock to enter your own bedroom
>not that you actually mind
>Kayla was a surprisingly good house cat
>you often returned home to clean and freshly vacuumed apartment
>something told you that she was just self-conscious about her shedding white hair but she would never admit
>”I just don’t want to live in a pig sty!” she’d rebuttal whenever you’d bring it up
>one morning, you suddenly felt something heavy land on you
>you thought the ceiling had fallen atop you
>it was actually a cat girl straddling you, shaking your shoulders and forcing you awake
>”Wake up Anon! Wake up!”
>wide awake, you ask her what was wrong
>did she get her tail caught in the kitchen disposal?
>impossible; you felt it wrap around your toes
>she has a giddy expression as she raises her arms up in a cheer
>”Why didn’t you tell me it was your birthday?!”
>Oh no

>She gives you’re a quizzical expression as she drops her arms
>”Oh no? What kind of person says oh ‘oh no’ on their birthday? We should be celebrating!”
>she rolled off you, ripping the blanket away in order to force you up
>the cold immediately causes you to shiver as you toss and turn over to try and warm yourself up against the couch
>and to hide your morning wood
>thankfully she didn’t appear to notice it as you asked her how she found out about your birthday
>”Your mom called this morning and left a voice mail. I can’t believe your eleven years older than me.”
>six, you reminded her
>to you, birthdays weren’t all that big of a deal
>you stopped celebrating it years ago when your parents started giving you clothes and apartment listings as presents
>Kayla looked at you unimpressed as she hovers over you
>”Well that just sounds like you never actually celebrated it! C’mon! You can have anything you want on your birthday!
>“So what do you want to do then? Go eat out? See a movie?”
>she seemed very eager about all this
>but in actuality, a movie didn’t sound that bad
>at least you wouldn’t be getting socks this year
>unsurprisingly, Kayla had decided to join you
>”No one should celebrate their birthday alone.” She would explain as you locked the door to your apartment and head out
>soon, you found yourself eating an embarrassing lunch at a restaurant as the sly cat had signaled the waiting staff to sing you a happy birthday song
>she had the most obvious grin as she tried to hold back her laughter at your suffering
>finished with lunch, the two of you would go see a movie as well
>it was an interesting experience to feed her popcorn as she didn’t want to get her furry digits covered in butter
>your day finished, Kayla had insisted on one final stop before heading back home
>the bakery

>you could hardly believe it
>after so many long years, there before you, lay your very own cake
>somehow without your knowledge, she had ordered one when your weren’t looking
>the white frosting was almost glistening as she managed to fit it into the car
>you were speechless on the drive home
>you were still speechless as she finished putting in the candles and began lighting them
>”I didn’t know what flavor you wanted so I just said marble. I’m lucky they were able to do it on such short notice too.” She said, licking one of her digits free of frosting
>this was better than any socks any day
>after lighting the candles, Kayla beamed with pride with her hands behind her back
>”Alright, Anon. Make a wish!”
>it was such an odd thing to see her smiling face now, compared to the horrible mess she was a week earlier
>it made your remember that monster girls can be very human sometimes
>so for that year, you didn’t make a wish for yourself
>you wished that Kayla would never be sad again, as you childishly blew out the candles
>only to be blinded by a brilliant flash of light
>your eyes soon refocused, you noticed that Kayla had her cell phone in her paws giggling at the picture she took
>”Aww you look like your twelve!” she said stifling her laughter
>that photo must die
>you immediately lunge for it but she quickly doges with catlike reflexes
>needless to say, its impossible for you to catch her as she easily slips out of your grasp
>tired, and out of breath, you let the cat win
>for now
>the two of you eventually settle in for some cake
>you never knew cake could be so moist
>suddenly, an evil dastardly plan bloomed into fruition in your mind
>would it even work?
>only one way to find out
>you casually asked Kayla if she still had that butt plug
>her ears flinch at the words
>”Maybe…why?” she said with a curious tone
>Well…it is your birthday
>her eyes began to narrow
>”What are you implying, Anon?”

>her eyes continue to narrow
>It was your birthday, you explained
>and she did say you could have anything you wanted on your birthday
>she began to shake her head, letting out a heavy sigh
>”Really? Your going to pull that card on me?” she said with a nervous laugh
>well its not like she hasn’t tried it on before right?
>you could see her face visibly redden as she looks away
>”Well…not yet.” She muttered
>yet?
>so she did plan on using it eventually?
>she suddenly turns her head towards you, petting her tail as she tried to find a loophole
>”And what if I say no?”
>you causally remind her of that one time you let her stay at your place where she had nowhere else to go
>and crash on your very own bed
>and eat your very own food
>did you mention about the rent?
>she soon throws her arms up in the air in frustration
>”Alright alright alright! I get it!” she said face palming again
>”I cant believe I’m about to do this.”
>holy crap, it actually worked
>she soon stood up and headed towards a tote bag that contained some essentials that she managed to take with her from your neighbors place
>you were actually surprised that she took it with her
>”I’m going to the bathroom and you better not peek” she said taking the toy out
>you ask her if she needed any help
>in a flash, she shoots you a death glare, threatening the sex toy at you
>”Don’t push your luck birthday boy.” she said menacingly
>a few moments later, you heard some very light moans emanate from your bath room
>followed by a high pitched yelp

>moments later, you saw Kayla tip-toe into the room
>not walk, but tip-toe
>she was visibly sweating as she held onto the door frame for support with a strained expression on her face
>”Oh w- wow. That’s a weird feeling.” she said an octave higher than normal
>you notice her tail have a slight curve at the base and her hips seem to shiver every so often
>she had tried to walk over to you, but falls short
>you quickly dash towards her, catching her in your arms as you help support her
>”Oh geez. It’s really weird.” she laughed, burying her face into your chest
>you asked her what it felt like
>”Oh well, It feels like theres a butt plug in my butt Anon, how do you think it feels!?” she said very sarcastically
>her body shivered again in your arms as she struggled to stand
>you began to lead her over to the couch and proceed to sit her down
>but she refuses
>”No! No! Its going to fall out if I try and sit. Just let me…stand like this.”
>for the next few moments, you hold her in your arms, giving her balance as she tries to accommodate the foreign object
>eventually she seems to relax
>”Its not…so bad once you get used to it.” she said with a slight laugh as her tail swayed side to side
>you hand instinctively moves from the small of her back to her butt, gently caressing the soft supple mounds
>you notice your finger brush against something hard
>she flinches, meowing and raising a leg as you subtly move the butt plug
>”Ah! careful!” she moans, biting into your shirt
>you try to stifle your own laughter at her reaction, but you could already feel yourself becoming hard at this situation
>no doubt she could feel it on her own thigh
>but finally she has enough
>”Okay, I’m done. I got to get it out now.” she exclaims defeated
>shame, you were beginning to enjoy this
>you notice her face become redder as she looks up at you
>”Uhm…could you help me?”

>you ask her if she was sure
>she nods, her bangs shaking with her
>”I don’t think I have the strength to.” She admits
>you nod and motion for her to lie face down on the couch
>she wordlessly does so, carefully crawling onto the couch
>the first thing that needed to be done was to remove her denim cut off shorts
>she didn’t seem to mind as your nimble fingers soon unbuttoned them
>slowly and carefully, you removed the shorts, carefully pulling her tail through the custom hole to reveal her pale supple butt
>she wasn’t wearing underwear
>save for the butt plug, it looked exactly the same as the day she showed you months before
>to think that now you could gaze upon it in its full glory
>”Are you going to pull it out or keep staring?” she said with as she arched her back
>remembering your duties, you grabbed one of her ass cheeks, slowly spreading it until you could see the very end of the butt plug pulsate every time she clenched
>you carefully grabbed it and gave it a slug tug, only for Kayla to meow again as she clenches down
>you quickly tell her to relax
>she shoots you another mean glare before finally, you can feel her muscles begin to relax and you could begin to extract the sex toy
>with a satisfying pop, the toy comes free
>you can hear an audible sigh of relief from the cat girl as she collapses onto the couch
>”Oh thank god, its over.” She says as she nuzzles into the leather of the couch, relieved
>All the while, her perfectly rounded butt stood before you
>it almost reminded you of the full moon because of its paleness
>no pun intended

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