by Unknown
“You’re kidding?” Katie looked over, eyes wide.
“Nope.”
She got up, taking the bowl of milk away from the cat and shooing him off the table. When she leaned in, he couldn’t help notice her cleavage in the v-neck sweater. The necklace Theo had given her rested between her breasts.
“I’m glad my masters program is only two years,” he said. “One more to go.”
“Then what?” She walked the bowl toward the kitchen.
“Sing or teach singing, I guess.” He put his feet up on the arm of the sofa, turning so he could watch her. “Nothing else I’m qualified to do.”
“I’m thinking about changing my major.” She stood at the sink, her back to him.
“What?” He sat up, stepping on Sassy’s tail as he stood. The cat hissed and bolted down the hall toward the bedroom. “You’re kidding, right?”
“Not kidding,” she replied. “I quit my job last week.”
“Why?” He leaned against the doorway, staring at her back.
He couldn’t think of one good reason she could give him for quitting her job at the vet. She loved that place. She got to put it on her resume and she spent all day with animals. Besides, it paid well, and they had bills. Katie came with quite a bit of credit card debt, which she swore was Malcolm’s fault. They were still paying that off. Not to mention rent. The basement apartment was cheap, but it wasn’t free, and his job as a translator was only freelance, nothing steady, and he could only take as many guitar lesson students as time allowed.
Katie turned toward him, eyes wide, almost frightened. She was still holding his leftover bowl of milk.
“Katie?” he prompted.
“It’s… the dogs.” Her voice was almost a whisper.
“The… dogs?” He shook his head, confused. “What about the dogs? You mean, that one dog? The one who was in heat?”
CRASH
They both jumped and Sebastian turned toward the sound, coming from the hallway.
“Damn cat,” he grumbled. “I’ll get it.”
He went to investigate, finding Sassy sitting on the bathroom counter, tail swishing as she looked down over the edge—there was water everywhere.
“Stupid animal,” he muttered, heading back toward the kitchen for a broom.
“Sassy knocked a glass off the…” He turned the corner to the kitchen doorway, his words trailing off when he saw her.
Katie—on the kitchen table, hands and knees, with his cereal bowl in front of her—had her eyes closed, so she didn’t see him. Sebastian stood, transfixed, watching her tongue dip into the bowl and then pull back into her mouth, lapping at the milk. He’d seen enough cats drinking to know what it looked like.
“Katie?” he whispered, still not quite believing what he was seeing.
Her bottom was way up in the air, waving a little, her hands flat on the table as she leaned in to the bowl. When her eyes opened and she looked up at him, they were a huge, luminescent green. He noticed milk dribbling off her chin.
“Katie?” he said again, clearing his throat. “What… what are you—?”
They both jumped when someone pounded on the front door. From the force of it, Sebastian could guess who it was. Katie leapt off the table, eyes wide. He motioned for her to stay put and headed through the living room.
“Yeah?” Sebastian opened the door, still too stunned by Katie’s behavior to react.
It was Malcolm all right. Sebastian glanced back, seeing Katie in the doorway between the kitchen and the living room, ignoring his order to stay back. Then Malcolm barged past Sebastian like he wasn’t even there, stalking over to Katie.
“Where’s my stuff?” Malcolm leaned into her, hand above her head against the door frame. “I need my stuff, Katie!”
“I can’t find it.” Katie’s voice was small, hand at her throat, fingering the cat necklace like it could protect her.
“Dude, I suggest you get the hell out of my house, before I call the cops.” It took everything Sebastian had to stay still and not make a move on the guy, no matter how big he was.
“Fuck you, Debbie Boone.” Malcolm snapped, barely turning his head.
“Get out.” Sebastian stood by the door, hands trembling, but not from fear—he was forcing himself not to make a fist.
“Listen, fairy boy.” Malcolm turned, shifting his focus, taking a menacing step toward Sebastian. He didn’t move back an inch. “You don’t tell me what to do.”
“This is my house. Get out of it.”
Malcolm snarled, his upper lip curling, but he moved away from Katie, heading towards Sebastian and the door. Malcolm pushed him hard as he passed, right in the middle of the chest, slamming Sebastian back against the door as he went out.
He told himself not to go after him, but it was a tough thirty seconds, the rage in his belly burning hot. Then he glanced back and saw Katie, looking so small and fragile and scared. What good would I be to her from a jail cell?
“This isn’t over! I want my stuff!” Malcolm yelled as Sebastian slammed the door and hooked the chain for good measure.
“Baby, are you okay?”
At his words, she collapsed on the floor, curled around herself.
“Katie? Katie-did?” He knelt beside her, using his nickname for her, trying to call her back from wherever she had gone. It wasn’t working. He tried to get her to stand, but she just went limp again, eyes blank.
He also listened for sounds of Malcolm coming back but didn’t hear anything.
He was no He-Man but he got her propped over his shoulder and did a fireman’s carry to their bedroom, putting her on the bed. She curled up around herself again, hand clutching the cat necklace. He slid into bed and curled himself around her too.
He held her like that, stroking her hair, waiting, half-listening for Malcolm to come back, wondering if he should call the cops. Or maybe an ambulance.
Because Katie was almost catatonic.
Chapter Seven
“I’m sorry.” Those were the first words she said and they startled him.
“For what?” His voice was thick and he realized his hand had found its way up under her sweater and was resting flat against her bare belly. He started to withdraw it but she tucked her hand over his, pressing it there before sliding it further upward.
“No, Katie,” he said, still finding it strange to be telling her no when it came to sex. But he wanted to be able to listen for Malcolm coming back and having sex would be far too distracting.
“Yes.” She slid his hand up over her bra and wiggled back against him. “Just like this.”
Turning in his arms, she wrapped herself around him as her mouth found his. Her tongue probed deep and her hands grabbed at his t-shirt, pulling it out of his jeans, seeking skin.
“Katie…” He groaned when her thigh moved between his, rubbing there. He knew he should stop her, that he should call the cops about Malcolm, that they needed to talk, but the more she rubbed her soft body against him, the harder she kissed him, her mouth eagerly sucking and licking at his, the further that part of his brain seemed to get.
She shoved his t-shirt up over his head and he let her as she nuzzled his neck, biting there, her teeth sharp, making him wince. She sat up on him then, looking down with greedy eyes in the half-light, pulling off her sweater, unhooking her bra. He watched in stunned silence. He still marveled at it. Katie had never undressed herself before during sex and only allowed him to do so in the dark.
Her body was incredible. The necklace Theo had given her swung between her high, pink-tipped breasts above her smooth, flat belly. Sebastian devoured her with his eyes.
Part of him was still listening for Malcolm to come back, but that part of him was slowly losing focus. When she grabbed his hands and put them on her breasts, he could barely think. Then she leaned over to kiss him, grinding her hips into his, denim against denim, and he was lost. The feel of her flesh under his hands, the way she moaned against his mouth when he squeezed her nipples, ma
king her pelvis rock—he couldn’t resist her.
Encouraged by her aggressive moves, he sucked her tongue into his mouth. Her belly undulated against his, and he rolled over onto her, unsnapping and unzipping her jeans. His cock strained against the material as she rubbed her hand between his legs, scratching her nails there.
“Hurry,” she murmured as he tugged her jeans off.
She was wearing a pair of pink panties, her pubic hair a dark patch underneath the pale material, and he remembered his comment—had it been just a month ago?—in the laundry room about the neighbor’s pink panties. He wondered if Katie had gone out and purchased them just for him—but he didn’t have time to finish the thought before she was peeling them off, exposing her soft, glistening triangle.
“Come on.” She grabbed the waistband of his jeans as he knelt between her thighs, tugging at the snap, unzipping him, pulling them down his hips. It still wasn’t fast enough for her and she knelt up, kissing him as she slipped a hand into his boxers, squeezing his shaft.
“Oh God.” He thrust into her hand and pressed her to him, her breasts flattening against his chest.
“Mmmm.” She hummed against his mouth, pushing him back onto the bed and then pulling his jeans and boxers off. His cock pointed straight up to the ceiling as she crawled up his legs on her hands and knees, her nipples grazing his thighs.
He groaned when she slipped the tip of his cock into her mouth and started giving him a hot, wet suck that went on and on. He couldn’t keep up with her—her hand and mouth and the eager noises she made. His breath came faster and faster, his hand going to her hair, pressing in deeper. It just made her moan louder and the sound of her lust made him want to come in her mouth.
He managed to hold back, his brain looking for a distraction. He could hear purring and saw Sassy, the white cat, lazing on the dresser, watching them with half-closed eyes. Her motor was really running, and he wondered if cats knew when humans were having sex, what they were really doing and feeling. Ah, that was better—thinking about that helped hold off his climax.
He felt Katie’s nails scratching lightly over his balls, sending shivers through him. His eyes rolled back as she continued to swallow his cock again and again, and he found himself petting her head, her hair soft under his fingers. Her tongue slipped underneath his cock as she sucked him, running under the shaft, and then she used her hand, pumping as she slid her mouth further down.
“Oh, Katie!” he cried, feeling her tongue moving over the sensitive skin of his balls. She lapped at him, long, rough licks, working her way back up his shaft again. The skin there was tender and her tongue was softly grating, almost irritating. The sensation was oddly familiar but somehow completely out of context. He couldn’t place it.
Jesus, what the hell is she doing?
His hand tightened in her hair, but there wasn’t anything to grip. He felt something softly pointed on the side of her head as she moved and nuzzled under his hand. When he looked down, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Katie’s eyes glowed a bright, luminescent green—that was the first thing he noticed and the one thing his mind focused on.
Blue. Katie’s eyes are blue.
His mind didn’t want to register the rest, and it was happening too fast for him to try to digest it. She slid her body upward and he felt the skin of her belly and breasts, and that was all right, in fact that was incredible, but her thighs, spreading against his, were so soft—impossibly soft, really, like she was covered in some sort of velvety down.
What the fuck?
“Katie?” The light in the room was fading, but he could still see her eyes, that odd luminous green, as she nuzzled her way up his chest. Her body rumbled under his hands as she kissed him, her tongue rasping over his, and he realized with a sudden jolt that it wasn’t Sassy he’d heard purring—it was Katie. The sound quivered through her, coming from between her breasts as they pressed hard into his chest.
She sat up on him and pressed his cock between them, trapping him between her pussy lips and rocking. He gasped, looking up at her, his breath caught in his chest. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t think, he couldn’t possibly be seeing—was her hair pulled back? No—it was gone, just gone. His brain tried to assimilate the transformation, but there wasn’t enough blood left there as Katie tugged on his erection, which was still like steel in spite of his shock—it was as frozen as he was.
It was the long, black tail he saw swishing back and forth behind her back that brought his breath back in one long groan, expressing both the pleasure of her sliding herself down onto his shaft and his sudden astonishment and dismay. Katie was purring louder now as she began to ride him, making little kitten noises as she rolled her hips.
Her eyes closed, concentrating on the sensation, and he started getting lost in his own. God damn, she felt good—he had to fight his first instinct to throw her off in shock, but he was starting to be carried away by the delicious, slick squeeze of her pussy. When he closed his eyes, he could imagine it was Katie—it is Katie—grinding herself on top of him.
His hands fell to her thighs, the long muscles in her legs working her body up and down, and he felt the soft black fur there, running his fingers through it in wonder. She pressed her hands—paws?—down and began kneading his belly just like a kitten would. He didn’t feel any claws, but the sensation of her massaging his stomach while she made little circles on his cock was glorious.
She started making louder mewing sounds, little cries that sent shivers through him. He felt her muscles quivering around his cock, and he watched her face in the dimness, seeing the unmistakable shudder and tremble of an orgasm hovering there.
He wanted to be the one to take her there and that’s what finally moved him. He grabbed her hips—oh God, she was covered in fur there too, luxuriously soft under his hands—thrusting deep up inside of her.
“Oh yes!” she cried, and he watched her knead her breasts with her hands—paws—oh God, what was happening? “Oh, Sebastian, yes!”
He groaned at the sound of his name in her mouth when she was so close and drove a little harder, a little faster, watching her ride the wave as it started to overtake her. She leaned into him, biting her lip and gripping him with her thighs.
It happened like that, her body thundering with the quiet roar of her purr as she rubbed herself on top of him. He felt the rhythmic quaver, the light fluttering of her muscles squeezing and releasing his cock as she gripped his shoulders, her claws sinking into his flesh, making him gasp.
“Oh God,” she whispered and he winced as he felt her retracting her claws. He knew he had to be bleeding. It stung like a bitch. She was still purring like crazy, and he felt the wet pulse of her all around him.
He reached out to touch her face as she rested against his chest. It was her face still, the delicate features, the little freckled nose, but there were whiskers emerging from her cheeks that quivered when he touched her and her ears twitched on the top of her dark head. The fur all over her body was sleek and black, covering every part of her except for her belly and breasts.
“Are you okay?”
He looked at her in wonder, still not quite believing what he was seeing. It was probably the dumbest thing in the world to say, but it was all I could think of. What was he supposed to ask? ‘Did you just turn into a cat?’ His senses were telling him exactly what had happened—it was his rational mind that needed to catch up.
“More than okay.” Her voice was hers still, just a little lower, more throaty.
She smiled and climbed off him, nuzzling his cock with her soft, furry head, like the cats did when they wanted their ears scratched. His senses were threatening to take over again, pushing all those rational thoughts out of his head. Then when she turned around and presented her behind to him like an offering and he saw her, open and exposed, her pussy lips swollen and wet, her black tail rising in the air and curving at the tip like a question mark, his senses weren’t threatening anymore—they overpowered everything else
.
His cock knew exactly what it wanted and it jerked him up until he was kneeling behind her, spreading her lips with his fingers. He couldn’t resist tasting her, slipping his tongue into the softness between her thighs. It was a shock not to feel the wiry sensation of pubic hair against his lips but rather a slick, light fuzz that gave way to the pink flesh of her pussy.
She purred loudly as he licked her, lifting her behind high in the air so he could slide a finger into her wetness. Her tail twitched above his head, back and forth, putting her whole bottom on display, the pink tender flesh of her pussy and the little wink of her tiny asshole. He wanted to press his finger there but he didn’t dare.
When he slid a hand down the fur along her spine, from her neck to her lower back, she arched, first down and then up, her pelvis tilting with the motion. When her bottom rose up again like that, he groaned, feeling his cock jump. He wanted her. He had to have her.
Kneeling up behind her, he pressed his cock into the pink heat of her flesh. She cried out when he slid into her, burying himself balls-deep. Her tail swished slowly back and forth in front of his face as she arched, meeting his thrusts. The light was nearly gone now, but he saw her kneading the mattress and felt the roar of her purr deep in his pelvis. He could actually feel it vibrating his cock. It was extraordinary.
He grabbed her furry hips, feeling the shock of her fur-covered thighs every time he drove into her. She made little mewing cries, louder and louder, and still the purring went on underneath, like a running motor, signaling her pleasure. She arched back, again and again, still massaging the mattress like it was clay or something she could shape and form with the heat and pressure of her hands.
“Oh God, Katie,” he groaned, feeling her tail curling around his back, the tug of it pulling him deeper as she rounded her spine and arched, again and again, purring and mewing all the while. He couldn’t stand much more and he thought she knew it.
“I want your cum,” she purred, the sound of her voice trembling with a soft vibrato. “Fill this pussy, baby.”
