Drenched Kitten
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2025 by Mat Twassel
Fiction Sex Story: Jamie wants Drew to tell her a bedtime story. He enlists the aid of AI. Illustrated.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fiction Illustrated AI Generated .
“Drew, honey, could you tell me a bedtime story?”
“Ah, Jamie, I’m not too good at making up stories. I’m more a real life kind of a guy.”
Jamie frowned.
“I have an idea,” Drew said. “I’ve heard that AI is good at making up stories. I guess I could ask AI to do a story. Supposedly it uses a lot of Em Dashes and similes.”
“What’s an Em Dash?” Jamie asked.
“Kind of a regular dash but bigger, I guess.”
“If you had your phone read us the story, the Em Dash shouldn’t matter, should it?”
“Probably not.”
“And similes are like my smile is like, um, something.”
“Yeah. I like your smile,” Drew said.
“But what is it like?”
“It’s like, um, the taste of something really good.”
“So you think I taste good?”
“I think you taste really good.”
“Maybe AI will put that in the story.”
“Maybe,” said Drew. “I guess we have to give it some sort of prompt. What do you want the story to be about?”
Just then distant thunder rumbled.
“How about a thunderstorm?” Jamie suggested.
“Sure,” said Drew. “It was a dark and stormy night.”
Jamie laughed. “I think there should be a kitten in the story.”
“Okay,” Drew said. “Got it. Thunderstorm. Kitten. Anything else?”
“Will there be pictures?”
“I think so. Shall we start?”
“Yes, start.”
The Storm and the Kitten
It began with a screen door left ajar and a curious orange kitten who’d never known the thrill of open air. She padded softly onto the patio, tail high, ears twitching, whiskers wide with wonder. The world smelled of damp leaves and distant thunder.
For a moment, everything was perfect. The breeze ruffled her fur like a friendly hand. A moth danced past her nose. She crouched, pounced, missed, and purred.
Then came the crack. A jagged bolt of lightning split the sky, followed by a rumble so deep it seemed to shake the puddles into being. The first raindrops fell — slow, deliberate, like the sky was testing its aim.
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