From: AxeCat Reply-To: bengali@iinfo.net To: chimera@MIT.EDU Date: Mon, 01 Jun 1998 10:02:39 -0700 Organization: Swat Katz / USA Subject: Here go some pics and a story.... :) They are my first furry pics. I made them using the mice so they are a bit crappy The story was written by Bors, the Inflatable Velociraptor. - Axekitten Meet AxeCat It was a warm summer day in Long Beach, California as Diane Strauss packed up her belongings in a cardboard box. Sure, the air conditioning was running on high at the Research and Development labs of Intex Recreation Corp., but Diane was hot. Pissed off would be more like it. For the past four years she had designed inflatable pool toys for Intex's "Wet Set" line, and she'd been good at it, too. But none of her toys had ever seen the light of day -- those idiots in marketing told her that the toys she designed were "too big" and "not suitable for their chosen market". "Chosen market my ass," Diane mumbled as she deflated her vinyl kiddies and put them in the box. Diane had always loved inflatable toys. She worked in soft vinyl the way a sculptor might work in plaster or steel. The way a painter might work in oils or watercolors. Her toys went beyond being mere "floats" or "rings" -- her toys were works of art. Her soul went into every one of them. But the bastards at marketing had decided that the adult crowd didn't want "collectable" pool toys. They wanted cheap, inflatable rings and animals that would keep their children out of their hair. Diane shuddered. Children were the worst culprits. They always seemed to want to over-inflate pool toys -- for some reason, the destructive little brats wanted the vinyl to be as tight as possible so that the seams would split the minute they hit the water. And then the parents just threw the toys out; never repairing them, never keeping them out of the sunlight, never taking care of the toys they'd spent good money to buy. Diane shook her head and sighed as she glanced around her now-empty office. She grabbed her latest creation -- the one she'd gotten fired over -- and stuffed it into the box with the rest. This one, however, was pretty big, and didn't really want to go into the box; its arms and tail dangled over the container's cardboard sides. Snarling, she lifted the heavy box and carried it to her convertible, making sure to slam the door behind her. She threw open the driver's door and tossed the box into the back seat. She slammed the door as she climbed in and started the car. Stomping on the gas, she squealed her tires and pulled out of the employee parking lot like she was in the Indy 500. She never saw her newest creation blow out of the back seat. The wind caught the vinyl toy and carried it into the parking lot of a nearby mini-mall where it came to rest over the windshield of a hot-pink Volkswagen Beetle. Brad Mallory sat in his father's garage and tuned his electric guitar as his girlfriend Tina pulled up in her pink VW-Bug. He watched appreciatively as the girl climbed from the car. Tight, cut-off jeans framed a perfect ass. A red T-shirt came down to her waist, covering her firm breasts. Black hair, cut just below the ears, framed a round face and a pair of full lips. Tina bent over and fished a shopping bag out of the backseat before turning and smiling at Brad. "Dude," she said. Her voice was perfect, too, which is why she was the lead singer of their band. "Plug in your dad's air compressor, man." "Why?" Brad asked. Tina reached into the shopping bag and pulled out a large piece of folded, light-gray vinyl with bluish-gray stripes. "I found this at the mall," she replied. "Somebody just, like, left it on my car. Like they lost it or something. It looks like some kind of pool toy, maybe. Like that big whale my little sister's got or something." "Whatever," Brad said. He knew better than to argue with Tina -- he always lost. He plugged the air compressor in and it rattled noisily as it built up pressure. He fumbled around for the blower nozzle and popped it into the end of the hose. "Bring it here," he said. Tina obliged and he fumbled through the vinyl for the inflation valve. "Looks like some kind of tiger-thing or something," Tina said. Brad squeezed the trigger on the blower and air *whooshed* into the toy. The vinyl squeaked softly as it straightened itself out and took shape beneath their hands. It grew bigger and bigger, stretching out into its full, air-filled glory. "Don't overfill it!" Tina admonished. "I won't!" Brad replied, letting up on the trigger and corking the valve. He stood the toy up and they both took a step back to get a better look at it. "Wow!" Tina laughed. "He's COOL!!!" The shapeless mass of poly-vinyl chloride had inflated into an enormous, humanoid cat. Standing seventy-seven inches (almost six and a half feet) tall, it looked like some inflatable Egyptian God -- the kind with an animal's head and a perfect human body. "He's better looking than you are!" Tina laughed. She walked up to the toy -- it stood a foot taller than she did -- and wrapped her arms sensuously around its vinyl chest. "Ooooh, baby!" "Oh, grow up," Brad snapped. Giggling, Tina stepped away and looked at the anthropomorphic feline. "He needs something," she said, squinting her eyes. "I know!" She snapped her fingers and darted into Brad's house. "Christ!" Brad mumbled as he returned to his guitar tuning. A couple minutes later, Tina came out with a red pair of Brad's spandex bicycle-shorts. Still smiling, she grabbed the toy by its firm, inflatable buttocks and struggled to pull the shorts up over its legs. The vinyl squeaked as she tugged and fussed, but she finally managed to get the shorts situated to her satisfaction. She stood it up again and stepped back for another look. "Better," she said, "but not quite perfect." A sly smirk crept across her full lips. "I know what he's missing," she said. Reaching into her purse, she withdrew an eight-inch, inflatable dildo that her best friend had given her as a gag gift. She quickly blew it up and stuffed it down the front of the cat-toy's shorts, snapping the waistband against the vinyl when she was done. "Now he's perfect!" She giggled. "Dude, what do you think?" Brad looked up from his guitar and shook his head. "You're sick, you know that?" He asked. "Oh, you're just jealous `cause he's built better than you are," she laughed. "Hey! I know! He can be the newest member of our band." She grabbed Phil's electric guitar (Phil was the other guitarist) and hung the strap around the toy's broad shoulders. "Oh yeah," she said. "Bad to the bone. Now all you need is a real kick-ass name..." "Oh, like wow, man," Dave, the drummer, said from behind her. "That's totally gnarly, dude. Where'd you get him from?" "Found him," Tina replied. "He's the newest member of our band." "Cool," Dave said. He walked up and pumped the inflatable toy's hand. "Nice axe, there, cat," he said, referring to the guitar. "Nice to meet you. Like, you can't play any worse than Phil..." "That's it!" Tina shouted. "That's perfect, Dave! AxeCat. That's what we'll call him: AxeCat!" "Gnarly," Dave smiled. "Like, welcome to the band, AxeCat, dude." "Oh, Christ!" Brad exclaimed. "Don't encourage her, okay? She's already falling in love with the damn thing. Next thing I know, she's gonna be on the floor with it boffing her brains out." "Why not, dude," Dave looked at the spandex shorts. "Looks like he's got all the equipment for it..." Brad shook his head and went back to tuning his guitar. The band practiced until eight p.m. before shutting off the lights in the garage and going out for pizza. Brad's mother came out to get the hammer around ten-thirty. She looked at AxeCat, and the bulge in his shorts, before shaking her head and mumbling something about "those kids". She went back into the house, not even noticing that she had bumped a large glass jar that held vinyl-glue for patching the pool. The jar wobbled for several minutes before falling off the shelf and bouncing off of AxeCat's shoulder. It hit the floor without breaking, but the lid popped off and thick glue began to leak out onto the concrete. Knocked off balance, the giant inflatable toy fell face first onto the ground, it's torso and crotch landing square in the middle of the vinyl-cement. On its way down, it fell into Dave's drum-set -- knocking over an almost full, two-liter bottle of Coke and tipping over a full, half-gallon cup of Mountain Dew. The Coke poured slowly over the floor, coating AxeCat. The Mountain Dew splashed like a tidal wave into Brad's amplifier -- which had accidentally been left plugged in. Sparks flew everywhere, showering down on the inflatable toy, as electricity coursed through the spilled Coke. The amp burst into flame, and soon the entire garage began to burn. The inflatable pool toy looked around itself, not knowing what was happening or why. Fire leaped around it and the spandex shorts at its waist began to burn. It knew that fire was a bad thing, so it jumped to its feet and ran out the garage's back door. It stumbled in the darkness and fell into the in-ground pool. The water quenched the burning shorts and it rolled over and over on top of the pool in an effort to make sure the fire was out. It swam to the far end of the pool -- as far away from the fire as possible -- and took a quick survey of its surroundings. It didn't seem to be hurt, though it felt sticky, so it tried to wash itself off. It hid beneath the sliding board as the firemen came and doused the fire in the garage. Soon, Brad, Tina, Phil and Dave showed up, cursing that their instruments had been ruined -- more by water from the firemen's hoses than from the fire. "Where's AxeCat?" Tina asked as they searched through the smouldering garage. She noticed that the back-door was open, and thought that maybe one of the firemen had carried him out. She flipped on the lightswitch and caught a glimpse of (color) vinyl floating in the pool. The pool toy froze as the woman approached it. "There you are," Tina said as she grabbed it. "You poor thing, your shorts burned off." She paused as she noticed that the inflatable penis had become fused with the toy. "Wow," she breathed. "Like, what are the odds of that happening?" "Miss Brannon," Brad's mother said from behind her. Tina turned. "I would appreciate it if you wouldn't bring your strange sex toys to my house," Brad's mom continued. "Brad's little brother doesn't need to see things like that." She pointed to the erect cock between AxeCat's legs. Tina blushed. "Sorry," she mumbled. "Don't be sorry," Brad's mom said. "Just take it and leave, please." "Sure," Tina said as Brad's mom stalked off. "Guess you're coming home with me." She nonchalantly popped open the nozzle that was where AxeCat's belly-button should be, and began to squeeze the air out of him. He tried to struggle, but he became weaker as the air left him. He soon fell limp in her arms. When she got home, Tina had the house to herself. Her parents owned their own company, and had left for Japan earlier that day -- and they'd be gone for two weeks. Her little sister had been sent away to summer camp. That meant she could do one of her favorite things in the world to do: go skinny dipping in her family's indoor, heated pool. She carried AxeCat to the pool room and placed him next to her little sister's giant, inflatable whale. She stripped off her clothes and dove into the deep end, splashing and laughing as the water caressed her body. It made her horny to do this -- the thrill of getting caught still exciting despite the fact that she was alone. She climbed from the pool, her nipples erect, and picked up her newest toy. "Why not," she said softly. After all, like Dave had said, the toy *did* have all the equipment. She sat cross-legged on the floor next to the whale, wrapped her lips around AxeCat's belly-button nozzle and began to blow. She gently fingered herself as the toy took shape across her naked legs. She found herself getting more and more excited the bigger it got. The *firmer* it got. She began to pant into it -- both hands holding it tight -- blowing it up harder and faster. Soon it attained its naked, vinyl glory. AxeCat came awake and looked down to see the girl's head bent down over his belly-button nozzle. Her hot mouth blew warm, moist air into him and he closed his eyes against the sensation. He began to purr softly as she flicked his valve shut with her tongue and pressed it flush with his skin. Lost in ecstacy, Tina heard nothing above her own panting and the hum of the pool filter. She slid her mouth onto AxeCat's inflatable penis to lubricate it, then she stood and laid him on the tile floor. She straddled the vinyl cock and lowered herself onto it -- wiggling her hips for the proper fit. She moaned as it slid easily into her. She put all her weight on the inflatable animal and the air-pressure flowed through the vinyl dick -- making it grow inside her. She almost screamed. She bounced up and down several times -- one hand placed on AxeCat's plastic chest, the other pinching and tweaking at her nipples. AxeCat gasped lightly as she straddled him and his cock slid into her. His dick grew harder with air-pressure as she lowered herself fully onto him. Tina began to bounce harder and faster. Sweat covered her body, making AxeCat's skin slick and shiny. When she could take no more, she threw herself forward onto his chest and began to rub at her clitoris. Still bouncing lightly, she noticed that the inflatable toy seemed to rock beneath her -- the thought that the toy might be alive and trying to do her brought her fully to orgasm. She came and came in a white-hot supernova of pure pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her. Her peak reached, she collapsed on top of her new love toy. AxeCat began to rock his hips beneath the girl as she fingered her clit -- pushing his vinyl dick deeper and deeper into her. Soon, pleasure began to tickle through his plastic skin and his entire body grew taut. The pleasure exploded into his first orgasm ever and he kept rocking beneath her. His body stiffened when he could take no more and he fell back with her still on top of him. His inflatable cock still inside her. Tina fell asleep atop her love toy, and as they lay by the pool, AxeCat wrapped his arms around her in a gentle, inflatable embrace. He, too, fell asleep.