Cat Hive on Level 35

Rebekah's "Rockin' Rosy Rammstein Block Party" in the Mustardburbs was picking up momentum as more of her guests arrived. The bratty brats were sizzling on the grill, and the Rammstein tribute band was playing a cover of Rammstein's "Fire Free" with fire pyrotechnics. 

Sauerkraut was served along with the brats. The cooked brats, which grew raw on the trees in the Mustardburbs, oozed mustard when grilled. Katherine and Ilayda showed up to the block party, bringing buns to toast on the grills. 

I side-eyed the shit out of Katherine and Rebekah as they slowly inserted the slippery, juicy brats into the toasted buns and served them to the guests. The way the sisters slid those bratwursts into those toasty buns, though! Wunderbar! 

The block party came to an end in the early evening, and I helped clean up the mess. The sisters and I exited the Mustardburbs through a liminal passageway that led back out into level 33 of Chambeau 137. 

We didn't want to leave any trash in the extra-dimensional space, so Ilayda and Rebekah took out the trash and used the elevator to go back down to level 0, which lead back into our reality. 

Katherine and I also had a couple bags of trash to take out, but the elevator was full, so we had to wait. 

As we waited for the elevator to come back up to us, we heard a faint purring come from the spiral staircase that was next to the elevator. We went into the stairwell, and we saw a turquoise furry tail disappear around the corner a couple floors above us. 

We went up to level 35, and as we came out of the stairwell, we saw a turquoise cat open the door to level 35. The cat looked back at us, noticing us, and proceded to enter the level. 

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None of us had been to Level 35 in the extra-dimensional Chambeau 137. Katherine and I followed the turquoise kitty into Level 35. 

All of the Chambeau 137 levels that any of us had been to were all empty office spaces. Level 35, however, was different. This level resembled a parking garage, labyrinthine and made of white marble. The place looked spotless and clean. 

"It's a Pamperpuss!" declared Katherine. 

We had discovered a similar turquoise cat in the Lostrooms Apartments, but now we had found one in this place as well. From Kat's previous study of the preternatural pussy, we had learned that the Pamperpuss would lead wanderers to things of pleasure or some kind of aid in order to get needs met. 

We followed the Pamperpuss around, seeing where it would lead. Some of the segmented rooms had random office furniture in the middle of empty parking spaces, and a few rooms even had a random car or other vehicle.

The Pamperpuss led us to a room that had only a beige table with a turquoise birthday cake sitting on it. The Pamperpuss hopped up onto the table, staring at us with it's glowing eyes. I had my camera with me, so I took a photo. 

The Pamperpuss bit into the cake, devouring it in only a few bites. Seemingly satisfied, it stared at us for another moment, and while it stared, the cake miraculously regenerated, appearing as if it hadn't been touched. The cat jumped off the table and ran away. 

We followed it into an incomplete corner, which was a narrow passageway that led into a concrete corridor. The passage turned right, then left, then left again. 

Pamperpuss had led us into another strange parking garage, but this one was made of concrete, and the energy felt... cold.

Similar to the marble parking garage, this one was labyrinthine with random office furniture. There were random automobiles parked in random spaces, too, but these looked to be in poor condition, as if abandoned. On some walls and columns was text that read "P -35", and we realized where we were. We had ended up on level -35 of Chambeau 137.  

It was very cold in this strange parking space. Katherine and I could feel our nipples become hard. It was nippy here. 

We continued to follow the Pamperpuss, until it came to a strange ice cream truck. It went inside the truck, and Kat and I watched it from outside the front windshield of the truck. We watched it as it opened a freezer and eat from tubs of ice cream.

There were a variety of ice cream flavors, including pickle, mustard, tuna, watermelon, and others. After the turquoise cat was finished devouring ice cream, the ice cream tubs miraculously refilled on their own. 

Pamperpuss ran out of the truck and into a nearby incomplete corner. We followed it into the strange passage, and we ended up back on level 35, in the marble parking garage. 

Growing weary from all the stalking of the Pamperpuss, Katherine and I were ready to give up and head back down to our own reality. However, the Pamperpuss led us to an incomplete corner that was blocked off by a giant honeycomb hive. It was cubic, with hexagonal holes oozing with honey. 

The hive was crawling with other Pamperpussies, all turquoise. They were all purring, which was much more pronounced than a normal purr. They were crawling over the surface of it in a similar fashion to honeybees. The Pamperpuss we followed went up to an empty hexagon hole, and proceeded to hack up a "honeyball" and stuff it into the honey hole. 

The hive of Pamperpussies didn't seem to mind that Kat and I were there, minding their own business. Curious, Kat and I went up to the hive and touched it, sniffing it, even licking it. It seemed the hive was made of wax. 

"It's made of... pamper puss-wax?" I said, trying to keep a straight face. 

Katherine side-eyed the shit out of me, and as we locked eyes, we got the same bright idea. "Puss wax..." she said in a flirty and sultry tone. 

"Ready for me to... pamper you?" I said, winking at Kat. 

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FAP! FAP! FAP! FAP! 

Vigorously stroking with my fist, I was trying my damndest to get Pamperpuss honey out of one of the honeycomb holes I had taken from the cat hive on level 35. 

Katherine and I were in our private spot in the Streamlands, where we would regularly go to make love. Sometimes, Katherine would release a raptor here, after she had rehabilitated it in the Raptor Rooms. The Streamlands was a realm of sparsely wooded rolling hills with covered bridges over random streams, and it was ideal for healed raptors.

Both of us naked and ready to have wild 'n crazy sex, I managed to get a fistful of honey and drizzled it on my lover's pussy. Literally fucking around, we found out that the preternatural honey provided a warming sensation that stimulated both of us, enhancing and enriching pleasure. 

LICK! LICK! LICK! Pure deliciousness. 

BUZZ! Katherine moaned with pleasure as she used her turquoise vibrating dildo as I drizzled honey on it. LICK! LICK! 

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After an intense orgasm, Katherine and I cuddled under the strange stars of the Streamlands, a gentle breeze wafting over the tall grass around us. 

"Honey..." Katherine said as she rubbed my chest. 

"Yeah, honey?"

"More honey!" she said, gesturing for the honey. 

Oh... someone's ready to go again! I grabbed the honey container, but found that it was empty.

"Guess it's time to go back up to the cat hive on level 35," I said.