"Equkitty! The table is all set and purritty and we miss you~!"

Your morail was summoning you in her own special way. She always had something fanciful planned to pass the time. Today, it was a tea party. In attendance would be a ratty stuffed purrbeast, a thoroughly judged and condemned dragon plush, a lewd puppet you'd really rather not talk about, and some sort of slaughtered animal nugbone.

"Nepeta, I really must insist that some of our guests are not properly …suited… for this occasion." You gingerly sit yourself at the tiny table, your knees coming up so high that they jostle the tiny platters of cookies on the table.

"Equius, shhh! They are our guests, be purrlite. We don’t want to hurt their furrealings!" Nepeta begins to distribute the tea. Your knees bump the low table. "Mr. Bleachbones, isn't today simpurly meowgnificent?" As Nepeta busily chatted away, you have decided the best position for your legs was to spread them, and while rather uncouth, it was far less rude than breaking some of the delicate teacups on their dainty little saucers.

Nepeta had plopped herself back into her seat, the two of you across from eachother. You felt her leg brush yours as she sat. While you were far too large for the set, she was small and petite, her bare feet barely touching the ground beneath her. "Meowster Plushrump, would you care for anothpurr sugar?" Her leg brushes one of your outstretched ones. "Why Maypurr Minty, you really are furr too kind! These grubcakes were alchemeowzed!" You can feel her foot slowly run along the inside of your calf, you sip the sugary sweet chameowmile. Chamomile. You shudder a little as it draws to your knee, only to turn and run along the seam of your pants to your sensitive inner thigh. It would be to abasing and rude to mention it now, you can only hope she notices. But with the balls of her feet kneading your crotch, your bulge slowly engorging, it doesn’t seem like she will. Her feet are surprisingly nimble. Fiddlesticks, your glasses are fogging up.

"Equkitty, is something the meowter?" She says it with a mouthful of pastel grubcake. You are just too stimulated to reprimand her. "N-n-nothing, Nepeta. This tea is just simply delightful." Breathing heavily, you choke down some of the syrupy beverage, nether regions already standing at attention. Sweat is already beading down your forehead. "I b-believe the Mayor was just explicating his plan for the township." Brilliant cover. Simply brilliant. The ache in your crotch is excruciating. The foot resumes its pattern of kneading and stroking, every toe sending little jolts of pleasure through your noble blood, bulge twitching. The foot slowly works its way up the hard bulge tenting your pants, digits curling around its length. "Oh goodnesss..." You moan under your breath, hair sticking to your damp face. "I know! I can't believe Bleachbones and Maypurr are my new OTP!" She grins at you, elated. "They are simpurry meowgnificent kismehisss!”

You choke on your biscotti when another foot joins the first. Toes curl around your length, putting delicate purressure on your shaft. "Meowster Rump is worried, Equkitty. Are you pawsitive you're okay?" Nepeta looks at you, face filled with nothing but concern. "You look rathfur furushed!" You can feel sweat soaking your shirt, dripping down the side of your face. The toes curled around your bulge begin to pump up and down. You can feel the heat building in your face and your nether region. This is so lewd. One foot pushes and continues the steady pump, the other migrating down to gently stroke your globes, running the top of the foot along the underside of your sack. You gasp and shudder, putting you hand in the tea. "It's very hot-" You give a hasty explanation. A foot draws itself up your straining bulge, toes grasping and pushing as heat builds and your member is throbbing with pleasure. There is a puddle of sweat forming beneath your chair. The foot pumping your bulge pushes harder, rhythm slowly building. A foot massaging your balls and one on your member, with the fabric of your pants providing an overwhelming friction, you can't control yourself. You reach your climax with a sharp gasp, thrusting against the feet, cum bursting inside your pants.