Health checkup

      “Present,” Renee says to the two catboys standing before her.       The two scowl, though Jean hides it better than Neil, who crosses his arms over his chest in defiance, his flicking tail showing the displeasure. It doesn’t really bother Renne – she’s even grown fond of it. The behavior is more adorable than threatening, in Renee’s opinion.       Jean bends over the bed, his tail and ass raised high to properly show off his holes. Renee can’t help herself but to stare appreciatively for a minute.       Then her attention shifts to the resident troublemaker.       “I’m waiting,” Renee says, playing out their usual scenario. The ending is always the same, with her getting her way eventually. The question remains, how quick it will take her this time.       The catboy still doesn’t budge.       “Maybe you need Riko and Kevin’s help?” she asks sweetly, glancing at her boys standing in the corner, silently observing everything. When she mentions them, they straighten up, ready for the commands, though Kevin looks apprehensive. She doesn’t really blame him, given the nasty scratches on his arms.       It seems that today the help won’t be needed, though, because Neil joins Jean on the bed, his position the same but sloppy and awkward.       ‘More training in order,’ Renee thinks to herself as she puts on latex gloves. But is it even possible with Neil? The brattiness is a part of his charm and she doesn’t want to extinguish his flame completely.       Ready to begin, she grips Jean’s hair and tilts his head back. “Open,” she says, pressing on his lips.       The displeasure on the catboy’s face is clear, but he does as Renee says. Her finger presses down on his tongue, making him choke, and pries the lips further apart. She pokes his teeth and gums, at which Jean squirms but still doesn’t recoil from her.       “Good boy, doing so well,” Renee praises him as she takes her fingers out of his mouth.       Jean coughs, his chin glistening from the drool that got out while he had his mouth held open.       Everything seems to be in order so far, so Renee shifts her attention to Jean’s pussy. She pulls the smooth folds apart and circles his slit. The catboy jerks, his muscles tightening in anticipation.       Her finger slips into the hole, which feels a bit loose – her boys must have had their fun in the morning. She makes sure to pump her finger a few times, going over the g-spot. It makes Jean’s pussy wet, his sensitive walls squeezing her fingers as if he wants to milk them.       But they’re not here for pleasure.       Renee takes out her finger, which is met with a needy whine. It earns Jean a spank to his ass in reprimand, and the catboy immediately stops.       “Don’t forget your manners,” says Renee. Her face is stretched by a smile – she’s not mad at all. Kinda goes with animals that you take in from the shelter.       Jean says nothing, since he’s not supposed to answer. He grunts when Renee takes his engorged clit between her fingers and squeezes painfully.       With nothing amiss still, there’s a last thing to check. Renee dips her finger into Jean’s pussy to wet her fingers, then pushes it into his asshole. The tail puffs out, but the catboy still doesn’t pull away.       Anal sex isn’t something Jean favors, and despite it being a regular occurrence, the discomfort is still here. Renee checks for any tears or blood while watching the catboy for any signs of pain – sometimes, her boys can be too rough with their pets.       Luckily, she finds no signs that anything’s wrong, so she pats Jean’s thigh to signal him that his inspection is done. Jean almost immediately sits down on the bed and curls up on it, trying to make himself as small as possible. Renee almost chuckles because it makes for quite an adorable sight. He can go now but he chooses to stay with Neil instead, as he always does.       Renee puts on a new pair of gloves, and starts the inspection all over again. With Neil though, she knows that it probably won’t go as smoothly as with Jean.       When she puts her fingers in Neil’s mouth, Neil bites them, but it’s meant to be more playful than harmful.       ‘Always seeking trouble, this one,’ Renee thinks amused as she flicks the catboy’s ear in light reprimand. He grunts but doesn’t bite her again, knowing well what boundaries he can push.       During the rest of the inspection, Neil keeps squirming at Renee’s poking fingers, but stays in place, thankfully. Maybe God took mercy on Renee today because everything ends way quicker that she anticipated earlier.       “You take good care of them,” Renee says to her boys, satisfied with the results.       “Thank you, Miss,” they say in unison, puffing out in pride. Renee notices the slight flush on their cheeks, and when she lowers her gaze, she can see that the inspection got them all bothered.       Well, they’re in for a treat in a minute.       Renee pats both of the catboys’ backs, signaling them that they’re dismissed. They scramble to get away, and run off to unwind somewhere       Renee takes a new pair of gloves and turns towards her boys, who look nervous now.       “Now it’s time for your inspection,” she says, snapping on a glove for the effect. “Who’s first?”