Witness
Story by TimidTabby on SoFurry
Until I can refocus on "An Understanding" series again I started rummaging through a back log of old stories I wrote in the last few years. Some are unfinished or not really anything I would consider novel, but I was surprised to see I never posted this one before. Changing up from wolves to cats as I spin a yarn about a unfortunately (or lucky) drunk bystander peeking on sexually amorous couple who aren't as normal as they appeared...and the stranger he believed was at the wrong place at the wrong time, but perhaps exactly where she wanted to be.
I'll see if I can find anymore stories that are worth posting or completing. Until then; I hope this keeps your appetites wet for the next post, hehe.
(Also; this is technically a sequel to a very old story I did long ago. Bonus cred in my book for those who can guess the title).
Witness
by TimidTabby
The rousing of rusted doors mixed with the mumblings and laughter of stumbling inebriated customers exiting out the back alley of the local downtown pub filled the normally quiet area occupied by nothing more than the runoff of aged graffiti walls and corroded trash canisters. Subtle passionate noises emanating from behind one of these jutted canister near the far right corner could be heard among the chatter, a few of these intoxicated customers walking by on their way down the thin alley back into the streets peeking around the opening between the wall and canister glancing for a curious voyeuristic look.
The few peeping tom’s catching glimpses of animated shadowy silhouettes nearly tempted a brave chance to sneak between the opening to obverse a better spectacle of two young youths entangled in lustful reciprocation, enticed by the idea of sharing deep seated primal yearnings with the mysterious lovers already in their heated erotic waltz. Only until were the sounds of pleasurable moaning suddenly shifted into bizarre animalistic caterwauling did these few confused voyeurs back down from their spying believing they were mistaking the music of human lovemaking for that of a pair of horny felines.
However; as the small crowd that had exited the Pub soon slowly dispersed down the alley way one curious drunk remained behind staring down the space between the wall and canister continuing to witness the silhouettes of seemingly human lovers dancing upon the dirty brickwall as the strange mixture of sensual cries and feline yowls sung within the little secret alcove. Whatever questions and thoughts ran through this character’s mind at the time would be of little importance to the busy bodies ignorant of the fact that they may have an audience to their carnal deeds. All that was certain was the drunks’ willingness to press forward cautiously and steal a gander at the horny animals fucking wildly in their not-so-secret reprieve.
Horny animals appeared to be not so far from the truth, if the staggering drunk’s eyes were not betraying him. At first the scene played out close to what many would have expected stumbling into a pair of lovers secluded romancing ground in mid-coitus, wrinkled (and oddly torn) clothes scattered among the concrete floor; the lustfully engulfed couple currently in frantic motion with the woman pressed and pinned upon the concrete ground as the man held her down rocking in steadily careful yet dominating heavy thrusts, humping her like an animal. But the longer the drunkard watched the easier his eyes, blurred as they were from the effects of booze, adjusted and began to identify some unusual features between the two. The most prominent being the odd growth of thick hair thinly spread over their perspiring skin, the masculine male’s matching his shaggy dark brown hair with hints of lighter tints over misshapen hands and elongated feet; the slender curvy female’s matted with dusty grey and off-white blanketing many parts of her figure.
The brave onlooker shook his head blaming his current intoxicated state for the illusions before him, though as hard as he tried to dismiss what he was seeing the flickering of tail-like limbs curling back against them and the triangular protrusions beside the top of their heads twitching to the gradual moans and purrs of ecstasy only added to the damning evidence that the fornicating couple he was observing were not human.
Granite chipped and scrapped from the raking of small curved claws eager to grasp on to something as the beastly female stood high on the tips of her deformed large toes, upper body arched with chest barreled forward posturing herself to allow her lover to better mount and plunge his swollen need more accurately and swift, expressing her submissiveness with the cry of soft feline yowls; her open maw displayed more fully to confirm to the drunk that her face had become a mesh of normal beautiful human and animalistic feline appearance. The dominate male cocked his head back slightly sounding his own lustful yowl, his face a near mirror image of his cat-like female counterpart.
Before the drunkard could utter a sound in his perplexed astonishment, the male’s head quickly turned to meet his gaze, a brilliant shine of golden yellow glaring fiercely into his soul. The male creature’s muzzled lips pulled back revealing animal fangs, uttering a drawn lengthy low growl announcing its annoyance in being watched during their private outing. The drunkard’s heart nearly stopped dead in its tracks the moment the female creature’s eyes darted toward him as well, staring sternly with a similar judging frustration. The poor yet rightfully scorned voyeur was too afraid to move fearing any sudden movement may force the humanoid feline monsters to advance and pounce slating any primal hunger for human feasting they may have.
The intimidating male feline creature flinched and leaned back towards the drunkard suddenly, maw agape hissing sharply flashing its fangs and curling a deformed handpaw into itself unsheathing longer claws certainly suitable for tearing into tender flesh. The message was finally clear that the drunkard was not welcome here finding the strength in his legs and feet to stumble backwards against the wall and scurry between the slit path muttering muffled curses.
Gravity provided a momentary detour for the Drunkard as his hasty clamoring crossed agitated feet on the way past the thin corridor of the open dark alleyway plummeting face first onto the asphalt knocking the wind out of his quivering being. The poor fellow ached and groaned sluggishly rising onto his elbows face wincing and throbbing from the heavy impact absorbed from his fall. Focusing on fighting the pain swelling over his face his blurred eyes were caught off-guard by the soft approach of small bare feet stopping just inches from his whiskered cheeks. A hand extended down to him waiting to be taken, the drunkard mentally stalled by what he had seen and the fear still gripping his core responding rather late before accepting the stranger’s help, gravity shifting once more as the helping citizen kneeled and gathered the man swiftly to his feet.
“You all right there, sir? Had a bit much to drink tonight, did you?”
The dark alley’s tall buildings prevented the light of the moon and any working rays from street lamps beyond the short thin road to illuminate the stranger well enough, but by the tone of its voice and the curvy figure of its silhouette he was certain at least he was in the presence of a very beautiful woman, young with short hair darker than her fair tan skin must be. It didn’t really matter if the stranger was a gorgeous lady or a stout elderly gentleman, yet the luck of being assisted by such a luscious creature (that was human) calmed his weary heart…if only for a moment before remembering what drove him to scuttle so recklessly.
“Thank you, but we need to go; skedaddle before those freaks decide to kill us,” the drunkard garbled speech attempted to convey brashly placing his hands upon the female stranger’s shoulders tugging her to follow away from the scene behind them into safety.
The drunkard’s hectic but moderately well-meaning act was not received the same way by the beautiful stranger, his hands slipping from their grip as the woman shook him off and stepped back into the back lot of the Pub, stepping into the light.
“Lady; you don’t understand,” the drunkard whispered in a raspy screech desperate to make his reason for his bizarre and brash actions heard without attracting the unwanted attention of the beasts still fornicating behind those canisters. “There is some inhuman shit happening back there and you don’t want to be on the other end of it.”
The dark haired woman’s brow appeared to rise in curious confusion, turning her head back to the two large garbage canisters as if to personally see from this distance what the intoxicated fellow meant. Almost on cue; the feline creatures the drunkard had spied on began to sing their sultry songs much louder than before, the back lot and alleyway reverberating with the sudden high pitch of one of them yowling excitedly (at least that’s what the man presumed seeing what he had saw), the right canister creaking as it rocked from its space a few times with several metal bangs and scraps following soon after. The drunkard could only imagine now how wild the courtship between those two monsters had progressed into.
Giggling uttered from the young female, the drunkard noticing her lips curling back into a pleased grin, a side of her face visible to the inebriated man. He wondered what the lady could be thinking seeing how excited she appeared herself, mildly baffled as he watched the woman’s right arm bend and hand slide up her exposed belly sneaking under her midriff shirt, unabashedly groping one of her breasts. It was hard to speak up regarding the stranger’s promiscuous behavior, shamefully aroused by the tan woman’s sexual eagerness brought on by her ignorant assumption of what was really going on behind those tin dumpsters. Strangely; seeing her lick her lips in anticipation managed to knock some sense back into the drunkard’s hazy mind, realizing what the lady must be planning and knowing she was mostly likely to get mauled and killed if she acted on her baser impulses.
“No, no!” the drunkard spoke up, louder than he had wished. “Don’t do it. I’m telling you, you do not want to be a part of what’s behind there. They’re not human I tells you! They’re some kind of freaks of nature; monsters! We need to…”
The drunkard hurried back to the female stranger reaching out and grabbing her groping hand pulling and holding tightly to hopefully persuade her to finally get a move on and follow. The notion was rejected immediately; his attempt to save the woman from a sure violent death was met with the sound of animalistic growling, a hiss similar to the muscular toned feline beast following a swift swipe of her other hand whacking the drunkard across the right side of his forehead. He stumbled towards one of the building walls of the alleyway, cursing sharply as he felt around the open wound of thin scratch marks scarring the side of his face, flinching at the sensitive ting of pain whenever his fingers and palm tried to wipe off the small droplets of drooling blood.
“What the hell, lady! I’m trying to save…you?”
The drunkard’s words faltered as adjusting eyes once more began to see things that should have been illusions, lips trembling and limbs quivering from shock and fright as he witnessed parts of the female stranger’s body reshaping and sprouting hair, her ears the most prominent as they lengthened and molded into wide triangular points much like that of a cats, pulling higher above her head protruding through her short dark hair slowly folding back down and away; expressing her annoyance.
“We happen to take offence to such terms like that, sir,” the changing female growled, lips darkening and protruding pushing out slowly to connect with a much recognizable feline nose, thin whiskers jutting from a forming short animal muzzle. “We happen to be very elegant and beautiful creatures that are comfortable with being what we are.”
The inebriated man continued to observe in petrified fascination as the once gorgeous woman gradually shed its humanity as more of her hidden animal-self began to show. Her aggressive tone changed much like her body did displaying her earlier arousal as those unsheathed claws she had used to mess the man’s face with hooked under the waistline of her pleated short skirt. Content purring poured from pursed lips as she gingerly pulled her skirt down letting it drop to her feet and revealing nothing underneath but her furry treasure between her thighs…and more dark fur spreading around the outline of her waist moving down over the side of her legs. Her purring grew higher adding a sensual moan as her clawed hands caressed her naked hips traveling behind her lower back, both her and the drunkard staring in awe of a lengthening tail growing longer and fuller within seconds, the infatuated lady stroking the length of her feline tail before letting it drop and flail behind her on its own.
“I don’t understand why you humans have a hard time accepting that beauty comes in many natural forms,” the voluptuous feline humanoid questioned, pupil slit orbs burning the same brilliant golden hues in her provocative gaze as she started to walk towards the stunned drunkard, her tail whipping and curling as she gingerly began to circle the confused man teasing his senses with affectionate nuzzling of her shifting feline muzzle completing its natural rearrangement without her fur. “And we are ‘natural’ if you don’t believe me. We’ve been around for a very-long-time, mingling with you lot for fun; slating our natural baser needs for carnal relations, seeking out our better halves that could satisfy our unyielding urges.”
The drunkard shuddered at the intimate caresses of the monstrous female playing with him like a curious needy cat, flustered that his unbalanced thoughts and senses were easily fixed on imagining an expanded scene of the copulating creatures in the back lot, admittedly ashamed to still be turned on by watching cat-like people fuck each other, the amorous jet black furred female inserting herself into the mix for a bizarre threesome orgy.
“See?” feline female purred, starling the drunkard back to reality as she nuzzled underneath his chin and against his shoulder. Newly thickened handpaws, furrier now than before, slithered down the man’s side and denim leg suddenly grasping the unintended bulge poking against the fabric. “It’s not so bad being aroused by us. It’s really nothing you haven’t seen before. We are all Animals, after all. It’s not distasteful to feel some sort of sexual rush watching other creatures unashamedly acting on their baser instincts.
“You humans do it all the time,” she continued, facing the baffled human eye to eye grinning deviously as her paw hands returned to his tattered stained shirt chest kneading her claws carefully if not tearing into the fabric. The drunkard jumped the moment he felt solid brick against his back finding that the feline woman had been pushing him gently against the wall, captivated both by her pinning dominance and the odd sensation of sensuality afflicting the man. The drunkard felt as if he could do nothing…nothing but gradually submit to the feline creatures whims, too drunk or horny (or both) to fight back and escape; the predator having caught its prey.
“You’re just lucky you ran into me tonight and not one of those mutts,” the cat lady muttered, hand paws reaching over the human’s shoulders as she leaned into him and pressed her fuzzy fanged lips upon his, holding her kiss for seconds before parting inches away, glowing yellow eyes fluttering in mystifying allure. “Unlike us cats; those dogs are a bit more wild and angry when it comes to mating. You’d most likely be torn to shreds more violently by a shewolf if you aren’t too careful.
“But I promise you,” the feline humanoid whispered, hips grinding firm but slowly against the bulge of the drunkard causing him to gasp almost in a mousey squeak of surprise, “I’ll treat you more preciously than the wolves do. After all; I prefer my prey to still be alive and kicking during sex, otherwise it wouldn’t be as fun to be pounded by a lifeless concubine let alone miss the reaction afterwards.”
Speech slurred as it was; before the drunkard could even speak the black furred feline woman jumped immediately into making out fervently with her dazed prey, fuzzy lips planting hasty kisses over the human’s lips and cheeks while maintaining her animal affectionate behavior of nuzzling and licking, provoking the drunkard onward to pick up the pace and join her in this moment of carnal lust.
“Pu-u-u-u-u-urr-lease,” the feline lady purred, her entire body literary heaving and grinding against the intoxicated man now seeking acceptance to be touched. “I can’t wait for my mate to finish his duty to that Queen. The smell of sex between them and myself…the scent of your arousal…my body burns to mate. I need a Tom to take me right this instance. Please be my Tom; just for a few minutes.”
The drunkard’s eyes tried to look away staring out beyond the alleyway into the street hoping that someone would pass by and react, either to call the police or at least cause a ruckus that would send this beast running for cover. But the hope of some sort of rescue gradually began to diminish the more his being ultimately became consume with the same baser urges inflicting this feline monster, discovering that his hands originally held up and stationed wanting nothing to do with touching this creature soon started to drift over the creatures hairy yet smooth shoulders. It didn’t feel that bad; thankful, that the beast jubilantly accepted his further exploration moving his trembling hands lower to her sides resting upon her hips. His fingers grasped those curves and pulled the feline lady in tightly, very little space between them existing now as his pelvis started to match the rhythmic rocking of her hips, leisurely taking control of the exchange with his lips tasting the cat’s ravenously.
“Yes!” the feline woman mewed once their lips parted again, her head cocked back as she allowed the newly enamored drunkard’s kisses to travel down her neck; standing on the tips of her elongated hind paws feeling a rush of exhilaration tingle upper her spine as the human’s busy hands groped and squeezed her rump, becoming more comfortable with his exotic situation. “Don’t stop. I’m you willing Queen tonight, human. Enjoy me to your heart’s content. Do what you wish. Be my Tom. Be the predator.”
The drunkard would never fully understand his thought process after this night; eventually passing out and waking up the next morning to a hangover believing he had taken part in a much fevered dream, but the feline woman’s sultry request to free his own beast clicked rather instantly soon after. The human hugged the creature tightly lifting her off her paws spinning each other around to where she now rested against the wall. The black furred feline woman smiled at the man’s sudden ferocity glaring another alluring stare, her hand paws grabbing the waistline of his jeans and tugging him back closer not before undoing the flap and pulling his pants gently down to his thighs.
“Looks like you’re more of an animal than I thought,” the creature swooned, triangular feline ears erect and twitching as she twirled around in place facing the wall, her hand paws raking the brick construct as her tail flagged and curled back. “Don’t be shy then. Let’s be natural about this. Let your instincts guide you.”
Instinct or inebriation; the drunkard followed his body’s motions stepping back forward and pressing himself hard behind the feline lady, hands trailing up around the front of her body until they could clench two furry berries, each squeeze sounding off yowls of arousal from the feline’s maw. A mild panic returned to the drunkard as his conscious tried to remind him what he was about to pursue, guilt slipping back into his mind that he was about to fuck an animal; a monster. And yet; his nose began to pick up the creatures scent easily, smelling what was most likely her pheromones fuming in an alarming rate that, out of the corner of his eye, street cats were beginning to approach the alleyway following the feline beast’s arousing smell.
In the end; his id screamed the loudest than his conscious.
Hastily pulling down his underwear releasing the bottled up erection the drunkard wasted no time plunging his throbbing phallus into the humid depths of the feline woman’s temple pushing up on the soles of his shoes to balance and steady his grasp over his exotic conquest as he humped vigorously. The feline woman moaned and mewed in blissful pleasure as her claws raked over the brick wall, nearly becoming pudding in the human’s embrace as she took his penetration, licking her lips and arching her back tense and riveted by the stimulation she was receiving.
“Oh, yes!” She purred loudly, her humanoid furry breasts squashed against the cold bricks as her legs and hind paws trembled from the elevation of carnal delights, feeling the inside of her nethers begin to dampen as the sound of the human’s loins smacking between the back of her thighs was added with the slick splash of her juices seeping through her third eye coating the human’s cock and making it easier for him to thrust more easier and quickly. “Keep going. Feels so…good.”
Lost to his untethered lust; the drunkard continued to oblige as his pace did not slack, finding personal enjoyment in being able to slate his dark desires. It was never something he planned on ever committing before, taking a random woman out into the back alley to secretly fuck in public. Stranger still that he was accomplishing most perverted guy’s sexual fantasy with a woman turning into a large animal. But somehow he was willing to look past that, even now as the female he was promiscuously having sex with was quickly resuming her transformation; the feline lady’s black fur spreading and covering what bald fleshy spots were left unattended; her limbs and figure altering just slightly more to better resemble her cat counterpart, and her head and face pushing out and shaping into a truer feline appearance.
Despite the knowledge that his horny stranger now appeared to look like nothing more than a large domestic black cat with breasts and some curvy feminine figure, the drunkard couldn’t stop mid-coitus, not before he could unload into her and satisfy his own needs.
And such gratification was approaching. The drunkard felt his loins growing sensitive and full, feeling his potency nearing its climax as samples of his creamy venom began to dribble, the pressure over the welling damn growing harder and harder to fight back. Just a little longer he hoped; actually enjoying the time he was having with his feline beast quivering in anticipation for his orgasm.
“So…good…” the cat lady yowled, her body stretching as she stood even higher on the balls of her hind paws shaking and trembling. The drunkard paused is humping for a moment as he began to feel more dew accumulate over his pulsating rod, believing that the feline had apparently cum on her own achieving her own special orgasm. It was astonishing to observe as the creature held her position against the wall, her head turned to one side as she breathed heavily; a smile curling the ends of her muzzled lips.
“Don’t stop,” the cat lady growled, choking back her fierce grunt as she lifted her head and released instead of angelic purr of elation. “I still need more…and you haven’t finished yourself yet. Don’t miss out on this, human.”
Surprised; it took the drunkard a moment to register that their copulation was still in progress, his hands reaching back around her furry stomach with one hand groping the beast’s left breast, mimicking what he remembered from Nature shows a primal lover’s hold grasping the cat lady’s left shoulder with his teeth. The act sent a spasm throughout the feline’s body tensing her back high on her paws, moaning and yowling softly as the human’s resumed thrusting rejuvenated her eagerness to be mated.
“That’s it,” she mewed, maw hung open with head cocked back; her tail brushing up against the drunkard’s belly and chest poking out between their shoulders. “Fill me, human. Let my body drink your creamy nectar; taste your potency. I must have it.”
The brief pause managed to extend the drunkard’s wild time by a minute, but that time had come and pass as the well had filled to its brink and could no longer be contained. In a coincidental act; the two moaned triumphantly in rapturous bliss simultaneously, the feline woman gleefully submissive to the hot fountain of the human’s surmounted gratification coating her warm center; receiving his gift. The drunkard stumbled forward on weak knees as he kept his cock plugged inside, carefully thrusting in quick timid motions wanting to pour all he could give to his mythical concubine without causing sensitive pain to himself in the process.
The cat lady purred deeply as she lifted her left forepaw off the brick alleyway wall reaching behind the intoxicated and slated human’s head cupping it, turning her own to best meet his weary dazed gaze with an intimate grin.
“You did wonderfully well, sir,” the feline beast cooed, nuzzling the tip of the human’s nose as she brushed her rump against their interlocking hips, milking his loins for any drops left of his burst damn’s waters. “You should be proud of your conquest. It’s not every day you get to look back on your sexual accomplishments and cross ‘mating with an exotic creature’ off your fantasy list, surviving to tell the tale to your man clan of your feat.”
A hazy thought slurred in his mind assuming it had something to do with his buddies never believe a single word he would say about fucking a cat monster, ignoring the future problem as all he cared about right now was spending as much time with his supernatural beauty as he could before the dream (or inebriated illusion) ended.
His dream; however, returned to its nightmarish roots swiftly as gravity once more dragged him down to the concrete ground…or more like a furry force shoved him off the cat lady rashly. Before the drunkard could make sense of what happened he found himself pinned down on his back, his hands useless being held down by strong massive calluses hands and claws. When his eyes stopped dancing splitting the blurring image of his attacker in two the human’s eyes widened in terror recognizing the light and dark brown furred feline he had spotted from behind the dumpsters, its golden gaze glaring menacingly back at him with fangs displayed and gnashing.
Looks like he wasn’t going to live to tell the tale after all the drunkard thoughts squeaked frightfully.
“You fucked my mate?” the male feline monster snarled fiercely, its knees lying upon the human’s legs completing his inability to escape from its clutches. “I should tear out your throat for that. She’s mine, you drunk dick.”
The drunkard coward where he forcibly laid, turning his head away to shield as much of his face as possible crying out to whatever deity he hoped would spare him the indignity of a bloody death. As the fangs of the male monster cat unhinged and yowled sharply in aggression, the forepaw of the black furred cat lady rested upon the back of its shoulders snatching the peeved animal’s attention to her somehow calming his rage momentarily.
“Jonan, you silly Werecat,” she spoke sweetly as if treating the life-threatening situation with amusement. “You should be thanking this human. If he hadn’t been around to satisfying my urges just now I might have come between you and your duties toward that poor Queen in need.”
The drunkard’s head turned back slightly to better watch the odd spectacle of the feline couple in conversation, catching the male monster’s furry brow furrowing and maw agape slightly as if stunned by what she had said or did, sighing as he shook his head in dismay.
“Don’t say my name out loud to this guy,” the male cat creature responded, his tone soften from its animal gruff to that of a normal insecure young adult. “What if he tries to tell anyone what he saw tonight? Did…did he see you in your human form?”
The sore drunkard managed to dart his good eye high enough to see the black cat’s giggling expression. “I don’t think he’s going to recall much of what I looked like when he wakes up in the morning, Jonan. He is very drunk and I kept under the shadows before I changed…mostly anyways.”
“Sabrina!?” the male cat now known as Jonan suddenly shifted his weight upon the drunkard climbing back up onto its hind paws standing inches taller than the black cat also known as Sabrina. “Don’t you think exposing yourself like that is dangerous enough? I don’t want a mob of people carrying torches and pitch forks suddenly marching down my house ousting me and my mom as vicious monsters driving us into the woods or some windmill to get burned alive in.”
Sabrina’s giggle grew into innocent laughter hiding her chuckling maw behind a forepaw. “It’s not the middle-ages, sweetie. And no one is going to believe a drunken fool about us. It’s not the first time I’ve lured a human for sex, either; remember? I’ve been picking my one-night stands just fine before we met, Jonan.”
Jonan eyes bugged out glowing in shock, forepaws slapping over the top of his feline ears pressing them down. “Stop! You don’t need to tell me about all your sex partners again. I’m quite aware how much you’ve gotten around and I like to forget it.”
Sabrina’s brow soon furrowed as well, grinning sternly as she rested clenched forepaws over the top of her hips, tail flailing somewhat erratically. “It’s not that big a deal, sweetie. My Aunt and I told you this is our nature. Our bodies will always continue to crave sex until us Queens finally conceive kittens of our own. And even after birth, our instincts will still seek sex again after. It just how it works with our kind.
“Besides...” Sabrina softly purred, stepping up to her apparent mate hooking her forepaws underneath Jonan’s arms hugging each other tightly as they cuddled and rocked, the brown furred cat eventually calming down and exchanging his own affections with his feline mate between nuzzling and petting.
“You know that I will always be yours. Remember the moment we met, and that same night we mated? You told me yourself the pleasure was its purest when we are together; that you found me, not simply in the act itself. I felt it too, remember dummy? That means our destiny’s our forever linked; no matter whom we seek to satisfy our natural urges we will always come back to each other the most. We are bonded.”
Her words shifted into a lengthy low purr as the two gazed into each other’s glowing eyes, catching Jonan off-guard with an intimate lick to his cute little cat nose. “Which is why I’ve done my best to keep my urges contained; so we can increase the chances that you gift me with kittens of our own.”
Jonan glared suspiciously, but relented to his Queen’s amorous charms smiling warmly as he returned her licking affection, the two ultimately swapping muzzled lips in a growing heat of passion, the male’s arms wrapping around Sabrina’s hips as he pulled in tighter caressing and grinding zealously.
“You are mine,” Jonan growled, nipping his teeth over the tuff of Sabrina’s furry cheeks as his claws raked carefully yet feverishly over her lithe, voluptuous feline body, the time away from her having been maddening to the point of frustration; relishing in being able to copulate with his mate once again.
“I am yours, my horny Tomcat,” Sabrina mewed, chuckling over Jonan’s increasing fondling and intimate affection as the feline couple began to stumble backwards towards the same spot against the brick alleyway wall that she and the drunken human had spent a few minutes of wild erotic passion just moments ago.
As for the drunken himself; freed from the male cat creature’s angry grasp he crawled frantically away towards the end of the alleyway scurrying back onto his feet making a mad dash around the corner. Though the street appeared empty of walking or driving life the drunker was all too relieved to find the two feline monsters not perusing him, though his shuffling persisted as long as it increased the gap between them until he could returned to the safety of his home and try to forget everything about this night.
“Dammit,” Jonan growled glaring viciously at the alleyway’s exit. “The bastard took off.”
Sabrina gently cupped Jonan’s muzzle and pried his sights back on her beaming her unyielding intimacy and infatuation upon her mate as always. “Stop worrying, my mate. That human isn’t your concern. You have other matters you need to attend to at the moment.” Deep purrs trill from her voice as their muzzled lips pressed and kissed tenderly dragging Jonan back into Sabrina’s whims, furry bodies hastily skipping formalities jumping straight into heavy grinding; refreshed loins syncing together yowling in pleasurable lust.
The alleyway soon rang with a small choir of mews and yowls from the observing stray cats perched and hidden around the enclosure, voyeuristic in their own right as they watched the two Werecats frantically entwined, Jonan pumping his revitalized pride into his yearning Queen. Their frenzy slowed to a halt as another desperate yowl bellowed back from the trash canister, Jonan shifting his attention with a look of guilt.
Sabrina glossed her eyes at the same direction chuckling. “Awww, it seems the other poor Queen still craves her Tom’s seed.”
Jonan lowered his head growling a sigh. “I think this was her first time with her own kind. She didn’t even understand what was happening to her. And now…she’ll probably perpetuate the cycle.”
“You keep saying that like it’s a bad thing,” Sabrina coos breaking away from her mate as she gingerly walks back towards the back of the alleyway, her hips and tail swaying with each step.
“What are you doing?” Jonan questioned hurrying after.
“I’d like to meet this Queen if you don’t mind. Her pheromones are so enduring; I curious what she tastes like.” Sabrina confesses, the pride of cats chasing after the Werecat couple as the looming light of the moon begins to spread beyond the end of the alleyway eager to reveal the progressing events of these lusty creatures as the night appeared far from over.
…But that story continues with a different perspective.