Anywhere but nowhere
Authors notes: Just some science fiction fun Anywhere but nowhere By Rohad John sat on his bed, feet on the floor, staring at a huge picture window where yesterday there had been a blank wall. The window was designed to give one the impression that they where being watched. He'd decided to give voyeurism a try but the effect was ruined by knowing no one was really there. "We should eat soon." His wife said entering the room. She was a cat at several levels at the moment. She was a cat, a humanoid cat fur, tail the whole thing dressed in a black latex cat suit. Her wrists where still in handcuffs but somehow she'd gotten them in front of her so they where of minimal hindrance. "Do you want to tie me up again before dinner?" She said a feral purr behind her voice as she spoke. She climbed up on their bed and put her arms around his neck from behind, playing with his earlobe between sharp teeth. Her legs wrapped around him and he could feel the heat radiating from between her legs. It took him longer then it once would have to answer, but in the end he still said yes. "Are you tired of the cat already?" She asked sensing the hesitation. "I can be the bitch again you liked that didn't you?" "I liked the bitch better." He said after a moment. "The rough tongue just doesn't do it." She lay down so he could see her, smiled then unzipped her outfit down to the hip revealing furry breasts. "I could change just the tongue if that's all." He thought about this a moment. "I liked the bitch better." Suddenly he had a golden retriever next to him, an actual dog with four legs. She bent her head down and starting licking his crotch. When she had him stiff she took his cock in his mouth, sucking with the skill of something with a six inch tongue. He put his hand on the back of her head and made her deep throat him for several minutes, then pulled out to come her face. She looked up at him as his seamen dripped from her fur, her eyes where big and brown with a slightly sad look like an obedient pet might look while being scolded by its owner. He sat there considering the sensation, must have taken to long because after a few minutes she made an annoyed whine, rolled over and started awkwardly trying to play with herself. Taking the hint he got up to get a handful of silk rope from their collection in the drawer. She wagged her tail. Stalking back over to the bed he grabbed her roughly by her pink dog collar and held her with one hand wrapping the rope around her legs with the other. He tied all four of her legs together like you'd tie a calf, looped the rope end through them then tied it with an arbor knot, an improved double cinch after that, then another arbor. He tied another shorter rope around her muzzle in case she decided to get kinky and tried to bite him again. His wife now thoroughly secured he sat down an examined her. He ran his hand down her stomach. Little rows of nipples stiffened at his touch, peeking out from under her short butter colored fur. Pushing his hand between her back legs he laughed mildly amused. She'd pierced her pussy and dangling from the ring was a set of dog tags. He lifted the tag up so he could read them ignoring the fact it was connected to her. She made an alarmed bark through her rope mussel as the ring pulled delicate flesh. The tags listed him as owner. He turned her over and used a pillow folded in halve to brace her hips the way he wanted. Unable to support her weight on bound legs her face rested pressed into the bed at what had to be an uncomfortable angle. Without pretense he stuck two fingers in her all the way to the knuckle. She made a surprised sound. The advantage of her being a dog was how tight it made her cunt tighter in comparison to a human; it also felt much warmer, nearly hot. She was wet already. She was almost always wet. Playing with an animal's pussy still seemed wrong to him, it was contradictory to his biological instincts, and thus was interesting. The muscles of her vagina seemed to suck on his fingers and she pushed back against his touch, a little too happy to be fucked. Instead he lifted her tail and placed his cock against the tiny opening of her ass. This idea she did not like. She whimpered and tied as she was started to try and crawl away across the bed. He caught her by the tail and pulled her back by it. He whimpers got louder and more earnest. He positioned himself again and despite her protests started trying to sink himself into her. It took longer and more pressure then he would have originally thought before her sphincter muscles allowed him entrance. He finally pierced her with what he couldn't decide was a sound or a sensation, maybe both, and for a moment he could have swore she had feathers instead of fur. The effect vanished too quickly for him to able to tell for certain. Once in he braced his feet on the floor and tried to thrust in the rest of the way at once. He only actually made it halfway but it got an energetic buck from her and elevated her whimpers to a keening bark. The canine equivalent of a scream he figured. It was actually tight enough he found it painful so he could only imagine the experience she was going through. . As fucked her he experimented to see how many fingers he could fit in her at the same time, got up to four. She was still very wet. By the time he was ready to come he had gotten himself completely in her and she was shaking, her pussy tightened; somehow she found a way to enjoy anything. It could be a bit annoying. Wrapping his arms around her waist he held her through both of their orgasms perfectly timed. When he was done he let her go and sprawled out on a pillow. It occurred to him he wanted a cigarette and he promptly found one on the nightstand, along with a lighter and an ash tray. She lay down beside him the cat woman again, no longer tied. That seemed to be her preference since he'd made it up two weeks ago. Fits her feral nature he thought. "I think you like that form because I can't talk." She said. "That hurts I'll have you know." She rubbed her backside with a glare like she might be mad then laughed so he laughed too. "What's wrong?" She asked. He was quite a moment. "That window..." He said at last. "It doesn't look out to anywhere, does it?" "Where would you like it to look?" "Anywhere!" Their bedroom window suddenly looked over a city street. He could see brick buildings from where he lay and the sounds of a buys metropolis filled the room. "That's worse." He said bitterly. "Make it the way it was before." So it was. Angry for a reason he couldn't quite explain he stared up at the ceiling while she sucked on one of his ear lobes. Her tongue was no longer rough. "I think I'll kill myself." He said. She got up and began searching the floor for the clothes she had never taken off. "There's a gun in the bottom drawer. If you wait till after diner I'll kill myself too and we can spend next week dead." He rubbed his face. His head hurt. "What would it be like?" "About like this..." She said looking around. "...with a bit better lighting." "What if I wanted to be really dead...BLAM, you know, then dead as in nothing." She gave him her serious expression, a pout sucking on her bottom lip. When she was really upset she bit it even to the point of drawing blood. "Don't you still love me John?" This he answered without hesitation. "I never really loved you honey your not real." She bit her lip. "We've discussed this before how many times? Everything is real John." "Where different types of real my dear." "That bothers you so much?" "Yes it does." "John I can be anything or make anything you want. I can take you wherever you want. You have an eternity too experience and enjoy it all." "Yet we'd still be here wouldn't we?" He said. "Everything's real John. Do you know who told me that? You did the first day I met you." "I was wrong then." He sat up so he could stare at the huge window. "Why did I do this again?" He asked. She put her paws on her hips still naked and shook her head sadly. "You wanted to live forever John the price was redefining life." She walked out of the room leaving him to his new window. From the hall she called. "Come to dinner dear, tonight we'll visit the moon again."