Laboratory 2B-4


Finding that your curiosity has seemingly overcome your common sense, you agree to the catgirl scientist's request. "Wonderful!" she exclaims, smiling. "I was afraid you'd be scared off. You see, I don't need you to help me experiment or anything like that. What I need is..." Surprisingly, the feline woman breaks off, blushing slightly. This in turn sets off your own blush, much deeper. What could be so... so... well... to make her blush? You wonder if perhaps you have gotten yourself into trouble. "Actually... every so often, I DO need to get my fur brushed. It's just that when I ask any of the others, it becomes a castle-wide event, with the lot of them wielding hairbrushes... I figured I'd ask you, you seem to be a decent man."

Of course, nothing makes a male feel as grand as the chance to do a relatively simple favor for a pretty girl, even if this one isn't quite human. But, you decide, she's still attractive, and close enough as makes no difference. You nod agreement and blush very slightly. "Okay. Umm... the problem is that I really can't stay still on my own for this. So I do need to be restrained... that isn't like, too wierd for you or anything, is it?" Actually, it is kinda strange, but you decide to humor the catgirl's wishes.

Soon, you are poised rather nervously over the form of the catgirl, hairbrush in hand. "D-do it," she says with a bit of a quaver in her voice. Remembering her instructions, you start from her wrist and sweep the brush downward, brushing all of the fur in the same direction, never against the grain. Even the brush's touch on her arm causes a little bit of giggling, but nothing too severe thus far. That changes as soon as you get down to her underarms after finishing both arms. "Go ahead..." The catgirl closes her eyes and mouth, preparing herself for what is to come...

As the bristles comb underneath her arms, smoothing and brushing the fine fur, the catgirl explodes into laughter. Despite that, she forestalls your instinct to stop with a command to keep going, so you do, trying to finish up each area as quickly as possible, although it just seems to tickle her more. You do notice that as each area of her body is brushed, it seems to shine softly, looking rather dazzling, but the star attention-grabber of the moment is the way she bucks wildly against her shackles, screaming with laughter even as she urges you on.

Soon her upper body is finished as you smooth out the fur along her waist and stop, giving her a breather and a drink from the water bottle she has set up on a nearby table. "Phew..." she pants, giggling still. You unlock her wrists at her request and she preens a slight bit, but you suspect she is rubbing the ticklish tingling out of her skin, or trying to at any rate. "All right... okay, I'm ready for the next bit." She gives you a smile and stretches her arms out, and you move down to her legs. "Don't skip anything."

The import of that command becomes a little more obvious as you hesitate with the brush hovering over her thighs, but she gives you a look and you gulp, doing the thighs even more quickly than you did under her arms. The catgirl's laughter is less hysterical, more of a teased giggle than tortured laughter. That level of laughter is maintained, until... You see the catgirl visibly steel herself as the brush passes over her ankle and you begin brushing her foot.

You now see why she gave you a pair of sound dampeners to wear from the outset, although you choose not to wear them. With her arms flailing, face stretched with laughter, she has lost all of her poise and is little more than a very giggly kitten. You find that image cute and smile as you finish brushing her feet, the tops of which tickle her almost as much as her vulnerable soles and toes. Finally, using a special small brush designed to tickle in between her toes, you finish brushing all of the fur on her body. "Did... did you get it all?" she asks, giggling and breathing hard, reaching for the water bottle and downing it with impressive speed. "Check to make sure."

As you glance over her body one last time, no fur seems to be out of place, and yet... her command of "Don't brush against the grain" has you curious. Succumbing to your inquisitiveness for a moment, you pretend to find an unfinished patch on her foot and gently stroke upwards, against the grain.

The resulting squeal causes you to jerk backwards and recoil, landing you in a none-too-dignified manner on your rear end, as the catgirl's tail knocks the brush from your hand to go spinning into the depths of the lab. Hurriedly, you unlock her feet, and her hands immediately rub her foot. "Ohoho... ehehehe... whew, that was... quite a surprise!" Although you'd imagine she'd be angry, she just gives you a sly smile and with a soft "Thank you," kisses your cheek gently.

The gentle air currents within the lab push you back out the door.

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