Those Cool Purple Duds

Introduction: It is not well known that both Snagglepuss and Top Cat grew up at about the same time in nearly the same few blocks in the heart of New York City.

They were not friends (or acquaintances, even) and they didn't hang out in the same places, but they were certainly aware of one another.

When they were both in their late teens, and not long before Snagglepuss went to POW University (POW-U or PU) to study English Lit., the two cats had a chance re-meeting...

The year was 1962 and it was a warm night in July. The humidity was high and the hour was late. Snagglepuss was in his favorite black velvet smoking jacket with a lime green and yellow paisley ascot at his neck. He wore nothing else, of course, as was his custom. Being naked from the waist down was not uncommon for his kind, at least, not in the particular city and the times that he lived in.

He was sipping sherry from a small stemmed glass that rested on the grand piano as he played it. From the left side of his snout there protruded a long black cigarette holder. It was from Tiffany's. It was his favorite. It was the one that his good friend the Pink Panther had given him for his birthday a few years ago. Smoke danced in the air before him as he swayed back and forth wholly lost in and fully feeling the notes from the grand piano.

His furry covered pink fingers bounced up the black and whites for a quick lilt and then the music ended and he stood up. He gently closed the keyboards dust cover and sipped down the last of the sherry from the glass. He scoured the inside of that glass with his long tongue before he walked somberly into the small back kitchenette. It was a real hole-in-the-wall apartment in the city with a front living room a bedroom in back and a back porch that lead to a tiny fenced in yard.

Snagglepuss placed the empty glass in the sink and prepared to go to his bed and retire for the evening. He paused a moment and sighed a lonely lions sigh before snubbing out the cigarette in the sink as well. He turned around and lifted his paw to place the cigarette holder into the inside pocket of his jacket when, to his sheer terror, he noticed a whiskered someone standing outside the back door.

"Heavens to Murgatroyd! You scared the lives out of me! Frightened me, even."

Outside the screen door was a young, good looking, golden furred, suave male cat that was wearing a drab green turtle-neck which was fraying on the bottom (and nothing else, of course). He was nervous and watching his left and right for anyone following him. He then quickly pulled open the almost-always-left-unlocked screen door and let himself inside.

"Hey, uh, don't be afraid or nothin'. I'm totally harmless. I just need a place to lay low for a little... b---" he trailed off as recognized the fuzzy pink face before him.

Snagglepuss was wary, but unafraid, because he remembered TC from their kittenhood. "What? You don't remembers me?"

"No, ...I do. Now. You're ...Snaggle... Snagglep..."

TC trailed off again and was lost for words for a moment.

Snagglepuss finished it for him with some added sass, "Puss. Snagglepuss. Yes."

Top Cat remembered, "Hey, yeah, I remember you from the old neighborhood. You were always..."

"Hmm?"

"...kind of a ...dandy lion, as I recall."

"And you were always pulling low-down tricks and cheat'n the peoples as I recall."

A police siren howled nearby before fading and Top Cat quickly asked, "Yeah. So uh, can we please go some where with less windows and more curtains?"

"This way. Exit, stage left."

They both went to the living room where the piano was. The place was tastefully decorated with furniture and antiques and it had a dusty and old, but very warm and lived-in feel to it.

Top Cat was polite. "This is... nice."

Snagglepuss ignored the disdain in his tone, "Sit." Snagglepuss went to his mini-bar next to the fireplace, "Would you like a scotch?"

TC located a spot on the sofa and sat down. "Well, I prefer the champange, but a scotch is fine with me."

"Rocks?"

"Yeah, please."

Snagglepuss added the ice and moved to TC and handed him the glass. He sipped one of his own and asked, "So, ...what did you doos this times?"

"Hey there, I'm not sure I like what you may be implying. Just what do you mean?"

"You are clearly hiding from the constab-yoo-latoric authorities for heavens sakes. And If you're going to use my place to do it in you could at least tell me whatcha dids."

TC was cool and collected and smooth, "Did? Did? What? What could I do? I play some cards with my good buddies Benny and Choo-Choo and okay, a few shady types, and maybe some things went a little south on me. But it's nothing. Trust me. It'll all blow over by tomorrow. Right now I just need your place to hang out in for a few hours, then I'll be out of your fur, I promise."

Snagglepuss sat in the arm chair next to the side table opposite the sofa.

"Well... I guess, it will be okay, even though I don't like doin' nothin' disloyals."

TC took a good snoutful of his drink and savored it as it went down before replying, "Thank you. I really owe you one for this."

"Yes, you doos, ... and... are you still friends with Chooch?"

TC was genuinely interested, "You know Chooch?"

"Yeah. We were friends a long time ago as we both share a color, as it weres, though I find he's more purplish to my pinkish, if you ask me, and not that you did, or that anyone does. Tell me, is he still really 'shy' around the ladies? Tongue-tied, even?"

"Yeah, he is, but... he does okay, you know?"

Snagglepuss would never reveal to anyone, especially one of Choo-Choo's close friends, like TC, that he and Chooch had once... shared a moment. A moment that ended with a smile on Choo-Choo's mug and a satisfied swallow from the Snagglepuss.

Snagglepuss recognized however that Top Cat fully understood what he was actually talking about.

He added, cautiously circling a one of his claws around the top of his scotch glass, "And you?"

TC was always confident, "I... do okay, too. With the ladies, of course, you know what I mean. I mean... who doesn't like the company of the ladies now and again, ...right?"

Snagglepuss said the word but there was no feeling in it, "Riiii-ght."

Once more a police siren wailed outside as the car sped passed in the street outside the front door. They both waited a moment and held still though there was no reason to. It had merely caught them off guard and ended their conversation.

Snagglepuss decided to take a chance or maybe it was the alcohol talking and the lateness of the hour. One never knows. He began, "So, ah, how long has it been? Since you, uh, were ...with a lady?"

"Me? I dunno, jeeze, it's not like I count the hours or nothing like that. I'd say... a few weeks, maybe?"

Snagglepuss downed the last of his scotch and set down his glass on the side table. "I don't doubt it. You're a very handsome cat, cute, even."

With that statement, TC had all the proof about Snagglepuss, that he needed. He'd suspected, heck most people, did, about Snagglepuss, but you never assume and you never truly know until you have some proof. Top cat was not threatened by Snagglepuss. He knew full well that sometimes toms like... well... other toms. TC understood that there are many ways people live their lives in the big city. While he was not threatened, he was somewhat nervous and taken off guard and babbling a bit because of it.

"Yeah, yeah, thank you. Thank you for that. It's real nice of you to say and all." He downed the rest of his drink as well. Top Cat felt a need to clarify, "I feel like I should say this though... I ain't..."

Snagglepuss raised a paw, "I know you aint... and you don'ts have to be. But I is, and what I want is pretty basic. Easy, even."

TC watched closely as Snagglepuss sent his long pink tongue licking his long whiskered snout. Top Cat fully understood what was on offer then. Sure it had happened to him before with other Toms in his past and he'd tried it, if only to know what it felt like. To see if he could do it and if he found it better than with a lady-cat or not. It turned out that, not only could he do it, but that he liked getting it done, and that he felt that it was good when you could get it.

Top Cat became excited by the prospect and in mere seconds and through the downy soft fur between his legs his hard, cartoon boner appeared. "Yeah, ... I'll have another scotch, ...please."

Snagglepuss was relieved that his "offer" was being accepted and he got up and poured his guest one more.

He handed it to Top Cat who asked, "Uh, yeah, so... aren'tchoo having one?"

After another blatant slathering of his pink tongue about his entire muzzle Snagglepuss said to TC with a sedate and perfectly catlike sexually charged purr in his voice, "I'm having something else."

Snagglepuss lowered himself to the floor and began licking away on the uncut stiff dick before him and TC gave him all the access he wanted. After a few really good long slow licks Snagglepuss looked up and asked Top Cat, "How long did you wanna stay, again? A few hours was it?"

"Yeah, or as you would say, maybe the night, ...even."

TC sipped his scotch and sat back fully and Snagglepuss continued his very sensuous lick-job on him. Flesh and blood felines have barbed tongues, but then, TC and Snagglepuss were not flesh and blood felines. There were Cartoon cats and those walk upright on their hind legs and have brightly colored fur and wear jackets and ascots and have long smooth pink tongues.

Snagglepuss was in his element. He loved to lick cock. He could do it for hours. He enjoyed licking balls too and the occasional tom-cherry. He enjoyed the scent of Toms down there. He enjoyed the playfulness with which their dicks responded to licks. With eager bobs and happy jumps.

He was just closing his eyes and really feeling that meat fill his muzzle when TC whispered, "So yeah. (breath) Ahm gettin' pretty close there, Snag." Another moment and he asked, "You, uh, want that I should, uh ... cum in your mouth?"

Snagglepuss nodded and hummed an "Mm-hmm." He delicately sucked on Top Cats cock for a few minutes more and eventually it had the intended and fully desired effect.

When the moment arrived, Top Cat flung a paw to the back of Snagglepuss's neck, his little clawed toes curled and he said, "Holy Fuck, I'm cumming." Snagglepuss was busy hoovering down all the fresh hot, spunk shooting out of TC's dick, with wild abandon, and a satisfied hum to get it. That wonderful cock pulsed and jerked and shot off hard in his mouth and all that sperm tasted really, really good.

There simply was nothing like the moment of a cock shooting a tom-load in his mouth. He lived for it. He loved it. He craved it.

TC removed his paw from Snagglepuss and relaxed at the end of his massive orgasm which left his entire fur covered body tingling and his long tail slightly fluffed up. Snagglepuss slurped off his friends cock and licked him clean and stood up and asked, "Another?"

When TC was unsure of what the exact question was, Snagglepuss added, "Scotch. Would you like another?"

"Oh! Yeah... but... I need a moment."

Was he talking about needing a moment between drinks? Or lick-jobs?

Snagglepuss poured them both another and he gave TC his and sat back down in the chair opposite him. TC's dick deflated and was once more hidden by fur.

It was one of those slightly awkward male conversations that happen after a shared unloading. You want to be polite and honest but not overly so. It can be a fine line. Snagglepuss wanted to at least give TC an out. "Are you --sure-- you want to stay?"

TC did not hesitate in the slightest, "Yeah, I'm sure. Very sure."

Snagglepuss was happy that TC had locked himself in, metaphorically, at least.

Curiosity killed the cat, but Snagglepuss had to go for it, "And... did you wanna... maybes do that again, even?"

"No maybes, definitely. I definitely wanna do that again."

The two males drank in silence for a few minutes. The sound of the clock on the mantle ticked away toward one in the morning. When both of them had finished their drinks Snagglepuss stood and took TC's glass. He asked, "Could we lay down? My bedroom, maybes?"

"Yeah, fine. Sure. Lead the way."

Snagglepuss lead TC down a hallway to a back bedroom. It was small but the bed was a double and just barely fit in the cramped space. TC stood there and Snagglepuss stood before him and there was a moment of direct eye contact. Snagglepuss gently placed a soft paw on TC's ratty old green turtleneck. 

"Would you let me remove this?"

"I would."

Snagglepuss lifted it from the bottom and off it came. He hung it up in the tiny closet. 

Top Cat asked Snagglepuss, "Are you gonna remove...?"

"If you want me to."

"I don't mind if you do."

"Then I will."

Snagglepuss removed his ascot and jacket and hung them up as well. He spun about and TC was already sitting up on the mattress sporting a fresh boner. Snagglepuss turned out the light and gave another stellar, earth-shaking, warm, wet, tongue-job to TC. Top Cats second load was just as large and delicious as the last and Snagglepuss was eager to swallow it all.

Still down there he said to TC, "I'd let you fuck me. Slam me, even."

"Yeah, I know, and thank you for the offer, but... I'm just not into all that. I really love your lick-jobs, though."

Snagglepuss understood that some Toms just don't do certain things, "Okay."

The two cartoon cats slept together in that bed. Sure there was some fur on fur contact occasionally but mostly actual sleep and, yes, Snagglepuss woke TC up around three in the morning and sucked him off again, but nothing really all that gay happened between them. No fucking, no snuggling, no mutual tongues.

In the morning TC didn't have to ask. Snagglepuss gave him one final, amazing, throat-spunking, lick-job. He even dozed a while longer in orgasmic bliss after.

Snagglepuss rose from the bed and dug around in his closet a while and located one of his older vests and hats to give to TC. He knew that the tyrian purple vest and matching pork pie hat would make TC look just distinguished enough. He quickly wrote a simple note and placed it on the folded vest and hat on the chair next to the bed, it read:

For Top Cat with deepest affections from Snagglepuss.

He slinked quietly out of the bedroom wearing only a fluffy purple robe and started some breakfast for them both. A few minutes later, just as he was plating the food ,TC emerged wearing his new things.

"So..uh, thank you for the duds. You really didn't have to give me anything."

"I wanted to and don'tchoo look so handsome in thems."

"Thank you."

"Now sit and eat."

As they were both eating they both stopped when another siren rang out, but fortunately, it faded quickly. They finished in near silence as the moment was nearing when TC would leave and it was feeling awkward. It was just about all Snagglepuss could take. He, sipped his coffee and said, "I really enjoyed last night, had fun, even, but I'm not gettin the impressions you're coming back. Are you?"

"Snag, pal, look, I just..."

Snagglepuss was hurt, but he would recover, "Ah. I see."

TC was basically a con-tom, so he rarely said anything honestly to anyone about anything but he felt that Snagglepuss had earned his trust, and their mutual respect for one another, "I'm sorry."

Snagglepuss held back the pain of this honesty and gulped back the the sudden lump in his throat, "I understand. But just know this... that if you ever do, ...I'd let you in."

TC was taken slightly aback at this brutally honest and almost terrible moment they were living, "Thank you. Thank you for letting me in last night and for letting me lay low here and for well... eveything you, uh, 'did'... for me."

Snagglepuss, felt himself getting emotional and choked out, "You're welcome." He got up and took his coffee mug and left the kitchen, ...stage left.

Top Cat took his empty plate and placed it in the sink. He wanted to call into the living room a goodbye, but the moment had passed and it would have been even more awkward so he didn't. When he thought he heard a stifled sniffle from the other room he went out to Snagglepuss and wrapped his arms around him from behind and just held him for a moment. TC was many things to many people but he was always polite; when anyone needs a hug, you give it to them.

A moment later Snagglepuss had recomposed himself and he was his normal self again. Top Cat let him go and Snagglepuss turned and faced him but neither of them said anything. They would both have their fond memories of the night before to savor for the rest of their lives.

TC winked at Snagglepuss and tipped his new hat and nodded his head with a grin and, like the true alley-cat that he is, he slipped out the back door, without a word further, in his new purple duds.