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Disclaimer - Walking your cats is not a good idea. Nor is disparaging old ladies that you find in the park. (This is a work of pornographic fiction. Please do not read if it would be illegal for you to do so.)

Cat Walk

Roscoe had his heart rate up to 134 BPM as he strode through the park, yellow sweatband and athletic shorts shining in the dappled sun filtering in through the leafy trees. It was still the morning, but late enough for there to be people around, watching him achieve the scientifically perfect amount of fitness. He checked his Fit-Bit as he power-walked around the corner, amazed at just how many calories that he was able to go through. It was nice being the most active man in the neighborhood.

There was a sudden yowling tug at one of his feet as he tumbled forwards onto the pavement, knee sliding over the ground as he curled to make sure that he wouldn't damage his Fit-Bit. He took in a breath through his teeth as he looked up past his scraped and bleeding knee, the road rash marring his otherwise perfect skin.

"Oh no, dearie. Are you okay?" An old woman wearing a dingy skirt and carrying a huge backpacker's bag on her shoulders leaned down next to him.

"I'm fine, ma'am. You should really . . ." But she wasn't even facing him. Instead she leaned in to stroke at the cheek of the disheveled calico cat next to Roscoe as it stared daggers at him through slitted green eyes.

The cat was just one of many, eleven of the furry creatures all padding around the scene, and each of them on a separate simple nylon leash attacked to their collars. "Oh Percy . . ." The old woman's gravelly voice cooed as her boney fingers stroked down the back of the short haired cat as it yowled and rubbed against her. "You're just fine. There's no need to complain . . ."

Roscoe's cheeks flushed as she completely ignored him. "Ma'am, I don't know what you think you're doing here. This is a running trail. Why are you even bringing cat's outside?" He fished around in his fanny pack for some antiseptic cream. He had to make sure that this was going to heal up without a mark.

"Well, my little lovelies just wanted some time in the park." She smiled as she looked up at him, long gray hair falling over the sides of her face. "You should really watch where you are going when you're dashing around like that."

"Me!?" Roscoe shouted as the mild antiseptic stung at his shallow laceration. "You shouldn't even have cat's on leashes. This is a public safety hazard. You don't have any control over them!" He shoved away a long haired white cat as it pressed its paws against his shin and nosed at the raw skin on his knee. As the calico hissed, he booted it with the toe of his Nikes and stood with his hands on his hips as if expecting an apology.

"Oh, I have just the thing for when they start misbehaving . . ." Her grin revealed her few remaining teeth as she swung down her massive canvas backpack and rooted around inside of it. "Yes here we go." She came up with a purple plastic squirt bottle.

"Look, I don't care if you punish them, but they just shouldn't be here. This is my . . . !?" He sputtered as she raised the bottle and squirted it at him. The water smelled of stale felines and he shouted, raising a hand to block the spray as she scolded him.

"Bad! Bad boy! Don't be mean to little Percy!" She admonished him as her mob of cats rubbed up against her legs.

"You old bat! I'm not one of your stupid cats." He shouted, stepping towards her threateningly. The full effect of his malice was weakened somewhat as he tripped again, one leg seemingly not supporting his weight as he fell down onto his rump, cutting off his insults abruptly.

As he began to press himself up onto one hand, he saw his knee and his mouth fell open. There was no wound there, instead there was a patch of glossy black fur that was spreading over his leg as he watched.

"You're not?" The old lady squinted at him as he stared at his changing leg. "Well I'm sure I have something for that . . ." She returned to rummage in her sack as some of the other cats began to wander around him, rubbing their furry bodies against his back and hips.

Roscoe reached down and touched the dark patch of fur, shivering. "What the hell?" He swore as a jolt of tingling sensation passed up his spine. He could feel it, his loosening skin twitching as he prodded at it with his fingers. Even as it watched it spread up his thigh and down his calf. His shorts were getting looser and looser as he grabbed them and pulled them against himself.

The old woman hummed as she leaned over, head engulfed in her bag. Roscoe shook his head, trying to get to his feet and only managing to shake his shoes off as his feet both twisted into feline paws under his now seemingly enormous white socks. His breath huffed through his nose, the smell of that catty spray blazing into his senses. There was a new dimension to the smell that he hadn't even noticed before, a heady feline reek that made his nose twitch as it turned dark and leathery.

"This can't be real. What the hell did you . . . How could you . . .?" He scrabbled back against the pavement. Roscoe tried to wave away the cats that were rubbing in and butting their heads against him affectionately. As he did so, his hands tensed, fingers becoming blunt and padded as his nails sharpened into extended claws poking out from the black fur of his paws. His orange Fit-Bit clattered to the ground, no longer measuring his racing pulse as he backpedaled out of his enormous shorts and tarp-like shirt.

"There we go. Just what you wanted." The old lady smiled a beatific toothy grin as she fished a green nylon collar from out of her bag. Roscoe leaned back, ears pulling flat against his head as she reached in and clipped it around his neck. He swore at her, screaming and demanding that she change him back before realizing that his words were getting all jumbled, coming out as hisses and growls as his face stretched forwards.

"Oh, you're right. She nodded. We're still missing something . . ." She returned to her bag as he tried to get to his feet and instead fell to all fours. His shrieks turned into a low grumbling growl as his backbone strained an a tail began to grow out from above his exposed ass. His testes pulled up underneath it, his member quickly engulfed in a fuzzy feline sheath.

His eyes strained shut as his spine creaked out with animal flexibility. An alluring scent made them open, green and feline as he looked at the backside of the calico from before. She, as it was very clear this was a she, curled her tail from side to side, seemingly looking to make amends. It was like her feline scent was a physical force, drawing him forwards. He shook his head as his dark nostrils flared and huffed, whiskers fanning out as before he knew it, he was licking out with his tongue, rough pink surface dragging over the edges of her bared animal femininity as she purred back at him.

As his instincts took hold, he felt another pair of paws on his haunches, looking behind him and seeing the white long haired cat there, beaming down with bright yellow eyes. Roscoe wriggled his body not understanding why the other cat was bothering him, continuing to lap forward against the calico's tight snatch until something prodded under his tail: something pulsing warm and fleshy.

He tried to arch his back, but the larger cat lowered itself on top of him, moist dripping cock sinking into his tender feline ass. His breath rushed out in a gasp as the larger cat rocked back, barbed cock scraping at his sensitive pucker before plunging back in. It made tingling lances of pleasure shock through his body as his fur stood on end. The calico looked over her shoulder and backed her rump against his muzzle, willing to let bygones be bygones if he continued what he started.

And so, the new black cat's chest began to rumble as white paws wrapped around him and he licked harder and deeper against the calico's femininity, drinking in her needy scent as her labia began to quiver. His ass clenched around the short pointed member grinding inside of him, his own spined cock pulsing out and leaking under him as their tight feline balls began to pat together. The other cats were milling around him, some leaning under and lapping against his exposed feline member while others simply rubbed against him with sultry encouragement.

The calico yowled out as his tongue slipped inside of her, rough texture scraping over her clenching insides as her pleasure built up and she began to quake. Roscoe felt the cat on top of him tensing as it leaned in and grabbed the scruff of his neck in its jaws, thrusting in one last time, chittering through clenched teeth as it began to cum, pressured spurts of seed splashing against the new black cat's clenching insides.

The stimulation of being filled with pulsing waves of seed and the scent of the calico's torrid climax pushed him over the edge. Roscoe's balls tensed against the white cat's own as he splattered out dollops of thick white feline essence over the concrete below him, reveling in the sensations of his new form as they rocked for a moment more before finally pulling apart.

"Yes. There's a good kitty." There was a click as the old woman bent in, attaching a simple blue nylon leash to his collar.

The cluster of cats went with the old woman, purring and rubbing against the new member of their band as she led them onwards, leaving a Fit-Bit, a fanny pack, and some discarded athletic clothes behind them.