Chainsaw

Crescendo's eyes gleamed. "For that, I will not harm you tonight." She would learn, and learn quickly. She looked so nervous, lying there. Crescendo liked that. Fear was a tool he used often.

He placed a claw under her chin and lifted her head up. He turned it around and ran it lightly down her stomach, stopping at the base of her tail. He did it again, this time with his whole paw. Then, he repeated the action, this time with his cool tongue, moving it slowly down her warm stomach. He went all the way to the tip of her tail, then stopped. He placed both paws on her stomach, and absentmindedly begun to knead it as another thought struck his mind.