Angel 2

Angel 2
© This is a fantasy. Any resemblance to real people or places is coincidental.
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Angel stared in surprise, as the funny looking man is the striped pants dabbed the tears running down his face with his tail.

“Who are you?” She asked. He stopped crying long enough to answer. “I thought everybody knew that.” He said. “I’m the Stripped Tailed Cat.” He said waving his tail proudly. “Most just call me Stripe. See how long my tail it is? Aren’t the stripes beautiful?”

Angel agreed the tail was indeed nice, and then asked. “Why did you call me those nasty names?”
Nonplused by her question, he knelt by her and caressed her inner knee. “Are you sure you’re not a slut?” He reached higher to touch her thigh near her tattered panties.

Angel was frightened. The soft pads on his fingertips did feel so good; she didn’t really want him to stop. She felt an odd heat in her abdomen His touch was getting a little to personal. To distract him she asked, “Can you really fix my panties?”

“Of course I can. Do want me to fix them before or after?” He was caressing both of her thighs now, slowly moving higher. Before Angel could answer, he said. “Raise your hips and I’ll fix the panties right now.”

She wanted to protest but she raised her butt off the path instead. He pulled them down over her knees to her feet with one fluid motion. “Feet please.” He said. “Nice heels. “ He remarked rising to his feet. Then the Striped Tailed Cat buried his nose in the crotch of her tattered panties sniffed.

“What a wonderful aroma!” He smiled ecstatically. “No don’t get up Ah…Angel.” He said. “I’ll fix them right now.” Stripe said crumpling her panties up in a ball. “Now watch closely.” With that, he closed his left hand over the tattered cotton panties hiding them from view. Then he waved his right hand over the left and muttered a few words. Then he threw the ball of cotton in the air. It disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Then a new pair of panties floated down to land in Angel’s lap. “On my, how did you do that?” She gasped. “It’s a secret Slut…ah…Angel.” Stripe said. “I can do all sorts of other things too.” He bragged pulling her to her feet. “How about that patch of lawn over there? Or do you want to pay me right here?”

“Do what?” Angel asked. She had a sinking feeling in her stomach. It wasn’t too hard to guess what he wanted. She blushed, feeling a completely new sensation in her crotch. Stripe twitched his whiskers rolling his eyes. ”Here or in the grass.” He insisted. “You owe me Slut or Angel if you wish.”

“I owe you…Well I suppose the grass would be better.” She said wondering why she agreed to…”I must be crazy!” She thought as she let him lead her off the path.