💋 😽 Kitty Cat Cuddle Pile 😽 💋 (F4A) (Cheshire Cat Girlfriend) (You Need Cheering Up) (Making Multiples of Myself & Cuddling You)

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Cotton tail, kitty whiskers, person who I've expertly trained in cunnilingus. Where is you? I have need.

The need to speedrun and pounce a little. That is a serious face. Why is this face so serious? What could possibly be going on in this tranquil, harmonious world that would make you so serious? You're in the presence of moi.

What is there to be frowny about? I can see it's a very serious human issue. So my little darling, what is it? You with the frowny face, what is going on? I love you very much, but do not do the whole, no it's nothing, it's clearly not nothing.

Because you have a frowny face. Nothing in particular? Is this about this goddamn world again? It's problems and it's famine and it's poverty and trafficking and genocide.

So needy and attention-seeking and draining. I don't know why you go out there, especially when all the fun's in here. Oh my goodness, this is a frowny face.

You didn't even perk up when I implied sex. Well, this will not do. Talk, use your words.

What's wrong? Oh, if you say nothing one more time, I'm going to have to be slightly annoyed. What? Tell me.

Because I'm a needy, magical being and I need to know. Everything. Please.

Please, don't you ask? And this is why I told you to stop watching the news. It makes you have a frowny face.

We don't want a frowny face, we want a smiley, grinny, dare I say obnoxious face. Well, I'd like you obnoxiously happy. Because I am a slut for your happiness.

Mmm, because your happiness is my happiness and I am also a slut for my happiness. I like to be happy, sue me. You sure you don't want to? I'm very rich.

Mmm, living for hundreds of years has that advantage? Well, if you're smart about it, it does. So, who's the culprit for making you sad today? Wars? Famine? Poverty? Ugh, work.

You mean to say that working in a job you don't care about makes you sad? G.U.S. , who would've thought? I am being supportive, I'm supporting you to leave.

Drop the dead-end job and become my concubine. You know you want to. And you come with excellent recommendations.

I hate your job, I hate capitalism, I hate the structure with which humans operate in. But you insist on having your independence and making your own money, so. ..

Apart from paying for you to be my whore, what can I do? Such a human mindset, there's something, what can I do? Tell me.

.. Or I will be forced to use trickery, magic, teleportation, and. ..

bamboozlement of the highest accord. Aw. ..

Except that you're sad. Do I look like a person? Titties and ass aside, do I look like a person? I am a magical being, and magical beings deal.

.. in magical means. So.

.. Now are we going to cheer you up? Should I do delightful things with my tongue? Seduce you with wit and charm? Or.

.. Bombard you with memes? Okay.

Don't vape on the fucking pizza! I wanted to be a cowboy, baby. Look at all those chickens! I'm never gonna financially recover from this.

Nobody knows me like you do. Nobody gonna love me quite like you. Shall I continue? Oh, but I must, I must, I must, I must, I must.

You are not smiling. Your face is drooping down, down, down, like the economy. I don't know how the economy always seems to be going down, but you, you, you, you, you, you.

.. You are much more precious than the economy. Go up, not down.

Think like a penis. Be a penis. Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up.

You guys, I can't stand it, and I don't understand human emotions. You make me confused when you're sad. I don't know what to do.

You, with your icky human emotions of complication, empathy, and burnout. You make no sense. It's like being in a madhouse.

Except being in a madhouse makes sense. You people aren't even mad. You're just.

.. sad. Mm-hmm.

Earth. Most everyone's sad here. Unacceptable.

I know you have feelings, and I can recognize that you're tired and burnt out. But as your magical entity girlfriend, I feel it is my job to remedy that frown. Because I like you or something.

Oh, maybe, maybe, somehow, some way I can find it within myself to care about your well-being. I'm mostly just doing this because I'm bored. And I like you and want to stay with you forever.

Nat too. Oh, this face. This cutie, patoony, little, sad, little mushroom.

You present me with a challenge. I will not fail. How about if I walk on the ceiling? Take my hat off? Recite the entire script I forewrote to El Dorado to you? Well, it seems there's only one thing to do.

Uno, dos, tres. Hi. Hello.

Bonjour. Well, if one of me can't fix it, surely four can. Ah, but a threesome's so basic.

Why have a threesome when you can have a cuddle pile to send? We've got you. We certainly have.

All to ourselves. Shh, love slave, you are in our clutches. When we will do unspeakable, unholy, wholesome things to you.

We're all about that wholesome, horny vibe. What is it? What is it? What is it? It's called a smother attack.

Make it so he can't breathe. I think it's working. How can it not? Four sets of lips and titties are squishing us.

We can't stay sad about that. Mm-hmm. Squish, squish, squish, squish, squish, squish, squish, squish, squish, squish, squish, squish, squish, squish, squish.

We shall call you Squishy and you shall be ours and we shall call you Squishy. Look at his little face. So cute.

So worn out by life and monotony. How can I kill you? What do you want? Don't you just love humans? So fallible, so breakable, so dictated by the news.

Don't worry, little puppy. We will keep you nice and squished and toasty and safe. Because we're obsessed with you.

Haven't you noticed? Maybe we're not conveying it enough. I guess it'll have to be a tsunami of kisses.

Ladies, descend. Squish, squish, squish, squish. You must stay in the middle of the cuddle pile.

Because that's where you belong. Well, where else would you be? The most important member stays in the center.

That's the rules. Mhm. The rules is the rules.

I think somebody likes that. The cuddle pile has become the purr pile. The cuddle pile has become the purr pile.

You can't blame kitties for purring. You can't blame kitties for purring. No, no, no.

It's not her fault you're so purr. It's not her fault you're so purr. I feel a smile.

I definitely feel a cheek moving upwards. I definitely feel a cheek moving upwards. Victory's ours.

I knew I'd find the spot. Your weak spot? Don't be sensitive, everyone has one.

For some, it's their ear.