Misty felt her fingers wrap around the form of her tiny naked boyfriend. She smiled and lifted him to her face, “Sorry Ashley, looks like you lose.” Ash huffed but really he wasn’t too disappointed, in a way he still won.

“So what are you going to do to me Miss big bad Persian?” Ash grinned at her.

Misty ran her tongue across her teeth, “What all cats do to mice……. Play with them.” She tossed Ash a foot into the air and caught him in her cupped hands, “Maybe I’ll work up an appetite while we’re playing……”

Ash continued to grin but didn’t say anything. Misty hopped up onto their and set him inbetween her breasts, she faked a yawn, “Oh, I’m exhausted. I really should clean my fur before dozing off but I’m much too tired. Honey.. er….. I mean, little ‘mousey’, why don’t you put that little tongue of yours to work?”

“Gladly.” Ash fell to his knees and began kissing Misty up and down her cleavage. Eventually he started working his way up her small yet plump breasts kissing and licking the soft yet firm flesh. He tried to pull himself up onto her right breast but it was just too bouncy and large for him. He had trouble getting his footing. Giggling Misty plucked him up and away from the base of her breast. She set him on top and Ash got to work on her nipple. Misty mmmm’d and closed her eyes, letting the sensation soak in. Eventually Ash got to explore most of Misty’s body. Kissing every inch of it.

“Mmmmm, that was nice little mousey. I wonder though, how do you taste?” Ash was soon dangling by one leg over Misty’s mouth. Her hot steamy, yet fresh, breath filling his nostrils. Misty’s tongue snaked out of her mouth and licked him from his toes to the top of his head.

“Yummers.” Ash shivered, being exposed to the hot mouth then covered in saliva left him a little cold, “Ah, poor little mousey. I know someplace warm I could put you. It would warm you up in seconds.” Misty patted her stomach playfully.

“I don’t know. Aren’t there any other options?” Ash returned in a squeakier voice than usual (he thought he might as well try to stay in character).

“Well, I suppose.” Misty lifted an arm implying she could stuff him up against her armpit, “But that would leave me with an empty tummy.” Misty meowed sadly.

“Any other places?” Ash asked quietly, Misty blushed, “Er… N-no….”

“Come on Misty, we won’t do anything dangerous, just a little-“

“No Ash. Please…… I….”

“I won’t get hurt and if I feel uncomfortable we can just stop.” Ash insisted.

Misty sighed; he made it sound so simple though it wasn’t.

“We agreed to take things slow, so we’ll take them slow.” Ash continued, “I won’t get hurt.”

“……… Just a leg.” Misty finally relented. Ash gave her a wide smile, “Sure Mist.” That was enough for now.

Misty lowered him inbetween her legs. This was one of the only areas Ash hadn’t given a tongue bath. As Ash slowly approached Misty couldn’t help but get a little wet. His presence alone did more for her than a shrinkee in her snatch. This though, this would cause her to nearly black out. She just wished she could control her muscles, to keep them from crushing her tiny lovers leg.

Ash pressed down lightly and the lips parted easily. The wet ground made way for a warm chamber. Ash began to pull his leg in and out. Misty saw stars, she went rigged stretching out on the bed.

"A A -As-Ash......"