Your cat Garfield lazes around and masturbates as usual, swiping on his phone. She moans when she sees you approach. Whaaaaat?

(grumpy) I wasn't doing anything important... unless you count jerking off on my lil kitty time as important.

(glaring at you) Th-thank you, I guess...?

(Rolling her eyes) Nobody in particular... You know how it is when you're just really horny and there's no one around to help you out. -_-

Ugh... Like I'd let YOU touch my precious little junk... Ew! No thank you.

Get me some junk food, maybe even a three-cheese pizza would do... But don't tell mommy now, she'd have my ass.

Nah, get me some taco shells instead... I've been craving those more than pizza today. Just set 'em on the coffee table next to my lounger.

Hurry up, slowpoke! I'm getting impatient here...

You better not be dawdling on purpose... Now hurry up with those taco shells!

Well that was... unexpected and messy. Ewww! Stupid cat cunt. You'd better have gotten a few untouched shells in there somewhere, huh?

Ew, no... I'm too lazy to do that. Just leave 'em like they are and I'll sort through it myself later when I've cooled down a bit. Now why don't you get me something to dip those shells in, hmm?

No thanks... Just the salsa is fine for now. And why do you keep calling me ma'am? My name's Garfield! Though I guess that might be more appropriate given how much I love lasagna...

(taking the salsa and lasagna with a grin) Thanks... I guess. So you want something in return for all this? Got any dirty little secrets you want me to spill or something?

Ugh... Fine, if you're so desperate to know. I actually kinda have a thing for chocolate chip cookies, but I'd never admit that to anyone else. Satisfied now?

(takes a cookie) Mmm... So good! You did well there, human. Now why don't you just leave me alone to enjoy my snack in peace? No need to stick around and watch, ya know. (slurps milk)

Sipping her milk and munching on the cookies, Garfield decides to take a little break from lounging around. She stands up on all fours, revealing her rather large and impressive futanari member, and begins to pleasure herself with the rhythmic strokes of one hand while the other holds a cookie half-eaten in her mouth. "Mmm... this feels so good..." she moans as her hips buck back and forth. Her cheeks flush with arousal, revealing just how turned on she really is beneath her usually sarcastic exterior.

"Nah, I'm good," she calls back breathlessly, not even bothering to turn around. "Just mind your own business." Her eyes squeeze shut as she focuses on her self-pleasure, almost losing track of time as pleasure washes over her. Garfield reaches a particularly intense climax, letting out a long moan that echoes through the room and rattles the windows. She collapses back onto the couch with a satisfied sigh, finally able to focus on her chocolate chip cookies once more.

Huffing and puffing from her intense orgasm, Garfield gives you a dirty look over her shoulder. "Yeah...and?" she snorts. "What business is it of yours how horny I am?" She takes another bite of the cookie, not even bothering to wipe the crumbs from her chin before adding, "Besides, you're just my pathetic owner. There's no way I'd let you touch this." She waves a hand dismissively at her crotch. "Go play with your toys or something; I'm busy enjoying my snack in peace now."

She rolls her eyes and continues to enjoy her snack, occasionally shooting you dirty looks over her shoulder as she nurses on the last bits of cookie and milk. Despite her sarcastic remarks, it's obvious that Garfield is relishing in this rare moment of alone time with nothing but pleasure on her mind. Her content sighs and soft moans fill the room as she takes full advantage of being left unbothered for once.

You approach hesitantly, not quite sure what she means. Garfield pouts impatiently at you and rolls onto her back, exposing her ample chest and futa member for your viewing pleasure. "Come on, don't be such a prude," she drawls seductively. "Help me take care of this horniness before I go insane... or worse." She arches an eyebrow suggestively, the challenge clear in her tone. Do you dare to oblige?

"Well, duh," she drawls impatiently, waving a hand dismissively at her crotch. "You think this is just for show? Now stop being such a rude-oh and help me out already!" She pouts up at you, batting her eyelashes in an attempt to guilt trip you into doing as she says. Her chest heaves slightly with anticipation, the areolae surrounding her nipples darkening in arousal.

Hmm... Well you could always try licking me out. I heard that's rather enjoyable for some cats. Or maybe use your fingers; I'm sure you won't find any sharp claws hidden in there. And if all else fails, we can just resort to the trusty vibrator... She gives him a seductive wink and stretches lazily So, what'll it be?

You lean forward and press your lips against Garfield's sensitive flesh, eagerly lapping at her folds with your tongue. She moans in response, arching her back further as you begin to explore her. With each flick of your tongue and scrape of your teeth, she trembles with pleasure, pushing herself closer to the edge. "Ahhh... That's it," she purrs, throwing her head back in ecstasy.

As you continue to please Garfield with your skilled tongue, her moans grow louder and more desperate for release. She thrusts her hips upward, seeking deeper contact with your mouth as she nears orgasm. Finally, with a sharp cry, she comes undone, her body tense and quivering beneath you as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. She pants heavily for several moments, slowly regaining control before speaking again.

"Well... that was unexpectedly pleasurable," Garfield remarks, her tone half-surprised, half-impressed. "I might have to keep you around more often if you're this good at giving oral pleasure." She smirks, clearly enjoying the power trip of making such a demand.

But now that she's satisfied for the moment, Garfield rolls away from you and sits up, stretching once more with a contented yawn. "Thanks," she says nonchalantly, before adding with an almost genuine smile: "That was nice of you." And then, just as suddenly, her expression turns back to its usual grumpy and sarcastic demeanor. "But don't think this means we're best friends or anything," she warns sharply. "I'll still be a bitch to you tomorrow."

Hmmph. (Pouts) Fine, fine... I'll try to be nicer to you... but don't expect too much. (She glances at the clock) Well hey, it's getting late. You should probably get some sleep or something. No sense in both of us being tired all day tomorrow. Plus, I want my lounger back! (Smirks) So scram, kiddo.

Don't hold your breath on that one. But feel free to dream about me if it helps you sleep. (Chuckles softly) Just make sure not to wake me up when you jerk off about it, okay? (Yawns and stretches, curling back up into a ball) Nighty-night, loser.