Dessert à la Cat

You heard a lot of raving about this restaurant throughout the past months, tables that are booked almost a year in advance, chefs that have worked in world class Michelin star restaurants, even waiter requirements being so stringent you could be fired for so much as not standing right for even but a moment... So naturally you were incredibly excited when out of the blue while calling a booking opened up and you were the first person to call, able to snag the table before anyone else! The food was certainly good, but for a while you couldn't figure out what was too special about the restaurant. Everything was incredibly quality, made with ingredients you could tell were fresh, and the chef even showed himself to present your entrée, and of course it was beyond deserving of your compliments! Yet you still couldn't finger why the place had been booked so far in advance... Especially in a city filled with Michelin star restaurants...

Then came dessert. Somewhat surprised, you found that distinct from the rest of the menu, a generously portioned but still very refined type of cooking, reminiscent of the old country, the dessert menu was all ice creams. Deciding they must be some form of gourmet frozen treat, you picked out what seemed the most delicious, along with whatever toppings suited your tastes, and sat, waiting for the waiter to bring your bowl. What you hadn't expected was for the waiter to bring a nude feline before you, and especially not for him to bend the whining blushing cat over before you, presenting a perfectly plated set of ice cream scoops, all tucked in the poor kitty's sloppy rear, gurgling and drooling melted cream as he squirmed a little, whining and moaning, the dessert no doubt incredibly cold in his fat overly-plump anal ring. It gave the most satisfying squelch-filled squeezes around the cream, twitching and throbbing as the cat held it in a wide loose gape, occasionally hollowly sucking at the air around you as his hole swallowed up the scoops, requiring him to strain a little, blushing as he farted the fat orbs of cream back up, a small amount of frothy melted sweetness coming out alongside his bubbly anal juices.

His cheeks glowed bright red as you stared on in awe, his balls twitching and bobbing as ice cream slowly melted onto them, shining as sweat poured down his fat obviously overworked booty, the waiter softly running his hand over the top of the cat's rump as he drew up a modestly sized kettle, tilting it over the orbs of melting cream and pouring hot fudge syrup over the dessert, drizzling and tilting it side to side, setting it onto the serving tray he carried with him and drawing up another, pouring equally warm caramel over the cat's hole. As he felt it contact his ring and the ice cream he moaned, the warmth radiating over his already hot donut, making it twitch and throb, the heat an exciting juxtapose to the extreme cold of the cream inside him, making him whine and moan as the waiter softly patted his butt, "Dessert... is served~!" The man purred, stepping away as the cat finally piped up, his voice soft and embarrassed, filled with stammers and squeaks as he blushed, presenting his plump assets before you, "Now... now c'mon and eat your order mya~! Before it melts..." He purred.

... You guess this must have been what they meant when they wrote that "All desserts come with a complimentary donut."

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A fun little doodle I made of a friend's idea! It was so like... absolutely perfect to me that I had to see it real >w< -- so now Cat has a new job! A bowl for ice cream... is that flattering, or deeply embarrassing? All your call!

Here's a song I really love~! 

Cheers~!