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This vignette was written for Kio Redsen as part of my themed Patreon request day for the month of October. The theme for this month was "Supernatural" and the story contains F/F sex between consenting adults in a semi-public setting.

Bloody Mary

"Bloody Mary..."

Claire stood and stared into the mirror, the flickering candle resting upon the bathroom sink her only source of illumination as she heard her friends giggling outside the locked door. She rolled her eyes. This was so dumb. They were college students, not pre-teens. Was she honestly meant to be scared just by it being dark and the threat of some old, arcane folklore?

"Bloody Mary..."

She repeated herself in the same nonplussed tone, glancing to the doorway, then back to the mirror. Her heart skipped a beat as the tortoiseshell cat swore she saw something more in the mirror's reflection, but... no, what the fuck was she thinking, it was just the flickering of the candle making the shadows dance. She had to get a grip. This was just a dumb game, a challenge to prove to her friends just how foolish they were for being afraid of this shit.

"Bloody Mary."

More firmly she repeated herself a third time, and frowned as she saw what looked like a pair of eyes reflected in the glass of the shower cubicle behind her. It must have been the candle again, the light reflecting and beaming back two after-images of itself due to some property of light refraction which she really didn't understand. It couldn't be anything else of course, and sure enough when she looked around over her shoulder, there was nothing there. No eyes, no lights, even when she looked back at the mirror the glowing in the shower was gone. She tried to shake off the feeling of worry and uncertainty that was creeping over her. Tried to tell herself that she was confident in her scientific outlook on the world, and that no amount of creepy feelings changed what empirical data told her was accurate about the world and the mortal, carbon based creatures which inhabited it.

"Bloody M-Mary!"

She stammered and fought not to scream as she spoke the name a fourth time, and the eyes returned. Closer this time, directly over her right shoulder, and this time attached to a body. A body so dark, so pure black in colour that she was almost invisible in the darkened bathroom. A panther, standing silent, staring, and stark naked behind the cat. Claire closed her eyes. She clenched her hands into fists and told herself that the mind was capable of conjuring up a great deal in moments of fear and stress. Hallucinations in times of panic were common throughout history, and were responsible for a whole host of supernatural folklore.

Her eyes opened again, and she almost screamed a second time as the panther remained right there behind her, her eyes no longer reflecting the yellow candlelight, but instead shining a deep, bloody red.

"Bloody Mary."

She whimpered, only for her eyes to widen as the panther smiled. A smile that was so warm, so friendly, so tender and affectionate that despite the confusion and terror running through her, it did soothe Claire's rattled nerves.

"Bloody Mary."

She didn't know why she was still saying it. Why she was still speaking rather than screaming, running to the door and throwing herself out into the corridor where her friends were waiting, still listening and murmuring in amusement amongst themselves as they no doubt heard her voice growing less bored and more strained, more overwhelmed in its tone.

"Bloody Mary."

Claire's eyes widened as the panther leaned forward slightly, and she flung her hands over her muzzle to hold back a fresh scream as the woman's lips met the back of her neck, and gentle hands touched her sides. She was real. This was no hallucination, the woman was really in here with her. Yet still, she didn't cry out. She should have, she knew that being locked in a bathroom with a naked stranger who was beginning to kiss and touch you without any assent being given to do so was absolutely a fantastic reason to scream and cry out for help. But... even as those lips parted from her neck and the hands lingered upon her hips, Claire failed to manifest that cry for help, or indeed any sense of growing fear. She was confused for sure, deeply unsettled by her sudden lack of understanding with regard to how the universe operated on a very fundamental level, of course. But, afraid? No, the racing of her heart right now was betraying a whole host of emotions, but fear was not one of them.

"Bloody Mary."

Claire's toes curled as she felt the woman's crotch grind forward against her buttocks, and the panther's hands rise up away from her hips, fingers dancing under the waistline of her t-shirt and beginning to lift it, to expose the lowest reaches of her lean stomach. Her cheeks flushed, and she wondered if it was possible that all this was a dream. A bizarre, Halloween themed act of wish fulfilment on her part. She had only been at college for a month, but Claire was in conflict with herself, frustrated by the fact that despite promising herself it would be different from her home life, she had utterly failed to come out to anyone despite having made several friends who were clearly out and proud.

"Bloody Mary."

Was this her mind's way of telling her that she had to act? Conjuring up a woman to seduce her in her dreams because she was too afraid to seek out such a partner in reality? She bit down on her bottom lip as she lifted her hands and allowed her t-shirt to be teased off, only to feel fingers working on the clasp of her bra just moments later.

"Bloody... mmnh... Mary..."

The panther disappeared from view, but Claire could still feel her. Down on her knees, between her legs. Unfastening her belt. Unbuttoning her jeans Teasing them down, underwear too. Rendering her every bit as naked as the other woman, as Bloody Mary herself.

"Bloody... oh god..."

She whimpered as she stepped out of her jeans and stared down over her breasts to see the panther peering up at her with her deep red eyes, licking her lips as her gaze darted back and forth between Claire's flushed, candle-lit face and the cat's own bare, neatly trimmed crotch. From outside the door, she heard one of her friends call out to her, and saw Bloody Mary place a finger playfully to her lips.

"Claire? You okay in there?"

Claire took a breath, steadied herself, and nodded even as she purposefully spread her legs further apart, bending her knees a little as the panther's hands upon her thighs coaxed her into doing so.

"Yeah. Just a little scared, but... I can handle it. I can do this!"

Nothing she said was a lie, and pure terror crashed through Claire's heart and mind alongside equally intense arousal as the panther's muzzle slipped forward until a rough, wet tongue lashed out and probed its way where only Claire's fingers and a particularly smooth handled hairbrush had ever explored before.

"Bloody Mary...!"

The cat clutched at the edge of the sink, her body shaking, her eyes rolling back in her head at just how intense the pleasure was, at just how good it felt as the panther didn't just lick her, but wrapped her muzzle around her pussy and began to suckle on her clit in a way that Claire hadn't even known was possible. The pleasure engulfed her, it consumed her in waves. She was drowning in it, lost at sea in a frothing maelstrom of bliss that was only growing more intense by the moment, and right then Claire wasn't sure if she would ever feel dry land between her legs again... or whether she even wanted to.

"Bloody Mary!"

She grunted, eyes bulging, toes curling, tail thrashing out behind her as the panther teased a finger between her buttocks and began to rub it, caress in slow circles against the pucker of her entirely virgin, even to her own sexualised touches, backside. It was happening so fast. She couldn't control it. Couldn't stop it. She had never had a dream like this before, never known any dream to be so vivid and tangible. And that was when it crossed Claire's mind... what if it wasn't a dream.

What if it was real, and everything she had assumed about the world was wrong.

What if the woman kneeling between her legs was neither a fantasy nor a lesbian who had secretly snuck into the bathroom to awaken her own hidden urges, but was in fact the very spirit she had been performing this ritual to summon forth.

"Bloody Mary!!"

She cried out a little louder, a little more strained and frantic than she intended. Bursts of laughter escaped from beyond the door, and another knock rang out a few seconds later as another voice chided those laughing ones.

"Hey, c'mon Claire, that's enough. If you wanna come out, you can. No need to freak yourself out proving such a dumb point, none of us actually believe it's real anyway."

With the panther's tongue buried several inches inside her pussy and beginning to flick its very tip against her g-spot, Claire couldn't help but disagree with that assessment of things. She gurgled, mewled, and felt her thighs quaking as she sensed a truly colossal orgasm building between them. She reached down and stroked the panther's soft fur, scratching behind the spirit's ears and almost giggling as Mary's red eyes rolled back, and a deep, vibrating purr rippled tangibly through the pussy against which the panther's maw was pressed.

"Bloody... oohh... Bloody Mary!"

Who or what the spirit truly was, who she had been, Claire didn't know. Why there were tales of her terrifying and even harming others who played this game, who performed her ritual she couldn't begin to imagine. But there was one thing that the tortoiseshell cat knew for certain as she rocked her hips against the panther's muzzle and felt her juices beginning to trickle out more and more abundantly, more uncontrollably around the spirit's hard working tongue. She wasn't evil. She wasn't scary. She was beautiful, and she was the best... albeit the only sex that Claire had ever had.

*********

Claire's friends jumped in shock and panic, and stared at one another in horror and fright as an ear-splitting, caterwauling scream rang out from inside the bathroom barely thirty seconds later, and they began to hammer on the door, to call out to their friend in fear and true concern as following that scream Claire fell utterly silent, not screaming, not speaking, not making a single sound... until about three minutes later, just as one of her friends was getting ready to call for an ambulance, the door swung open and Claire stumbled out, giggling playfully.

"The looks on your faces!"

She pointed at her friends as they stared at her in shock and horror.

"Wooooo, oh no, Bloody Mary got me! Aaaaaah, so scary!"

She threw her arms up in the air in a spooky motion, and gave a mock squeal of terror as she mimicked one of her hands strangling herself while the other tried to fight it off. Her friends looked at her, then at one another, and they burst out laughing as collectively they threw their arms around the cat in a tight hug.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Claire. You got us."

"Yeah, I legit thought you'd died or something. I promise, I'll never call you out for not believing in spooky shit ever again. Who needs real ghosts when there's a master spookster like you around!"

"Where did you learn to scream like that anyway? Did you do theatre in high school?"

Soon they were wandering away from the bathroom, laughing and chatting away like everything was normal. And of course as far as the majority of the group knew, it was. Only Claire knew the truth, blushing and giddy as even then she felt the residual heat and wetness between her legs, the lingering throbbing of that incredible, mind-shattering orgasm which Mary had granted her. She could still practically feel the gentle flicking of Mary's tongue on her clit as she spasmed and gasped and fought not to scream again and again after that first almighty release. She could still remember the warmth of the panther's arms around her as her legs gave way and she fell to her knees, face to face with the now damp muzzled, red eyed woman. And amidst the scent and taste of her own arousal, she could still remember the feeling of Mary's lips against hers... her first kiss with another woman, and the most incredible moment of her entire life.

Or, rather... the most incredible moment of her entire life until the next time she stood before a mirror, her own dorm-room mirror with a candle flickering close by, and spoke those two wonderful words once again.

"Bloody Mary..."

By Jeeves

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