You know how Golion, my Fatter Cat mount and big pet comforter thingie, is special because I can bring him inside and he turns into this massive oversized blanket to complement my futon when I need to sleep in light smallclothes? Well, let me tell you a special story about that. One day, after another exhausting hunt train where I gained a new piece of waist armor for my monk and samurai, I retired to my apartment, in my white bikini two-piece, about to sleep.
So Golion was following me, purring and mewing and even giggling like a jolly old geezer at times with the red throat. When the two of us got to my apartment, I plopped on the futon, relaxing. Then, Golion spoke.
"Nyuuuu, nyu knyow, Masterrrrr? I have a not-so-well-kept, cheeecret to tell nyu," said Golion, shaking about with excitement. "Mreeow! Nyuu knyow how the auld waifu's tale goes nyuu nyuu? It chehs, a cat hyas nyine raibus nyo nyo. And syo! By the bressing of Mother Hydaelyn prrrrrr...I, Fatter Cat Golion Nyuu Nyuu, shall reveal to nyuu my sheecret hommage power to Master nyaow nyaow!"
"Oh? Well show me then, my dear," I said.
"MKGNAAAAAOOOWWW!" All of sudden, I saw nine Golion clones. And so they chorused. "One pras one pras one pras one pras one pras one pras one pras one! WE ARE THE FATTER CATS KULION NYUU NYUU! WE ANSWER TO THE ONE MASTER! KAHORI HARUKAWA, THE WHITE WITCH OF OKAMI ROJO NYUU NYUU NYO!"
"Wait, hold on a minute, chotto...ah! <3" But it was too late, I was surrounded by the Fatter Cat clones, who proceeded to cast off my clothes and [redacted] me. One of the clones opportunistically snuggled himself on my [redacted]. Another was tucked between my legs on my [redacted]. Still another was [redacted]ing my neck and leaving visible trails of [redacted]. Each of them was rubbing on my soft skin and causing me to emit sounds of blissful satisfaction, as if it was Bongaboi on top of me.
Eventually, the original copy of the clones nibbled on my left ear, causing me to let out my [redacted], the cats having drank deep in my [redacted] and causing me to feel like I had died at the hands of that [redacted] Zenos. It felt so wrong-no, it felt so [redacted]ing right! It was heaven!
And it put me in a deep sleep. When I woke up hours later, I felt an immense warmth shower over my bare frame, especially my [redacted]. And a deep, manly purr. Golion had reverted to his normal form and had turned into my blanket to help replenish my [redacted] that got lost in the [redacted] that took place earlier.
My eyes were half-lidded but I lay a deep grin. "Nyuuuu, enjoyed nyour sreep nyaow nyaow? Prrrrrrrr..." said Golion, blushing.
I [redacted]ed again, stimulated by Golion [redacted] my [redacted]. "Ahhh...hah." And I fell asleep instantly, incapacitated by my state of happy feels not going anytime soon. Thus, I ask, is this what you meant by throwing wide the gates, Exarch?
