Talk:Cheshire Cat/@comment-26115871-20151111201232/@comment-26948101-20151211073235

I dismiss the guest's accounts of a grinning purple cat that vanishes as the byproduct of an overactive imagination, even though it all sounds so familiar and I should know better.

As I'm preparing dinner in the inn's kitchen that night, the mysterious violet-hued feline appears once more.

"Guess who?" a playful voice calls out as a set of rather large paws covers my eyes.

"Hey babe...." I sigh. "Have you been messing with the guests again?"

"I.....I know you told me not to, darling, but I just can't help myself sometimes. It's such wonderful fun."

I turn around and take in the sight of my Cheshire Cat wife, looking as gorgeous as the day I had met her. She has on a purple and black argyle bustier, making her considerable chest appear even larger, as well as a short dress and purple and black striped leggings.

"Sweetie...." I sigh. "These are paying customers and I don't think they really appreciate the games you're trying to play."

"You're no fun..." she pouts.

"Fun doesn't pay the bills, babe." I point out.

"Neither does what I have in mind...." she teases as she playfully paws my crotch. "Won't you join me, darling...?"

I squirm a little from her brazen touch but she detects a smile on my face nonetheless. I really do enjoy being the center of her attention, and the more time she spends riding my shaft like its made out of catnip, the less time and energy she'll have pranking the inn's paying customers.

Not to mention I'll get laid. With my horny, mischevious nekomimi wife who can be insatiable at times.

It's win/win.