"Haha, hey Craig, look at this," Clyde called to his friend.
Craig stopped and turned to see what his friend was talking about. Clyde was pressed up against the window of the town's kink store.
"What are you talking about?" he asked, sounding slightly impatient.
"This stupid cat-suit," Clyde said, he peeled his face from the window to point to the scanty looking cat girl garment.
"What's so stupid about it? Don't you like that stuff?" Craig asked, becoming a bit annoyed.
"Who would honestly wear that?" he laughed, returning his gaze to the outfit.
"Well, I kind of wish you would," Craig replied, twiddling one of the strings on his hat.
Clyde's mind went blank, he snapped back around to face his friend, expecting a joking smirk to be spread across his face. But there was no playful smirk, Craig's face was covered in seriousness.
"Very funny, Craig," Clyde chuckled.
"No, I'm serious, Clyde," Craig stepped closer to the red-clad boy, "If I saw you wearing that, I would do you, regardless of where we were or who was watching."
Clyde blushed hard. "Wait here," he instructed, slipping into the store, away from Craig.
Craig waited about fifteen minutes before Clyde returned. His face turned bright red at the sight of his friend wearing aforementioned cat outfit. "Well?" Clyde asked impatiently.
"Well what?" Craig asked, unable to take his eyes off of Clyde.
"You said you'd do me, regardless of where we were or who was watching"
"Oh, yeah."
With that, Craig scooped up kitty Clyde and took him back to his house to do him.
"What happened to…not caring about…place or people?" Clyde asked playfully between kisses.
"Shut up and do me," Craig commanded, alluringly.