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When I finally decided to get back onto my own feet...well paws, I realized everything had gotten quiet, with the exception of cars still driving by the neighborhood and crickets and birds chirping nightly songs, one of the few drawbacks of having animal hearing; damn cat ears. I figured everyone finally went to sleep. In a ironic way I was curious to see how they sleeping, if they were laying in cots or beds wrapped in blankets and resting on pillows like a normal human being or if they slept right on the floor or couches in the nude...furry nude laid out like slumbering animals. I have the habit of doing both, sleeping in my feline form with no covers, limbs tucked in an animal like position, but at least on my own bed.

Or was I more curious to see if Sabrina was awake?

My body reacted to the thought as perverted as any man does thinking about a naked chick, in my case a naked furry feline chick. I looked under myself, sighing ashamedly at my own feline erection stirring, suddenly having to deal with the constant rubbing of my phallus against my belly. I could stand on my own two legs to lessen the problem, but I was deterred of rational thought by the familiar mammalian kink, horniness. And being a real animal I have lived with the fact that once it starts you can't stop until you play it out.

I'm not sure why I gave in then, or why I felt compelled to do it next to my window. Was there some preordain instinct for werecreatures to think about or have sex under moonlight? All I know was as the yearning was creeping up on me my instincts urged me to be under the full moon, feeling some sort of primal resurgence and energy surging inside me the moment my furry body bathed in the light, gazing hypnotically at the pale orb.

It was one of the few things I had little control of; one of the few reasons why I panicked earlier downstairs. Female pheromones bombarding my senses and being caressed and petted by one was enough to ignite those baser needs, which is why I had always been coy about being around other woman my age. It was why I didn't want to be near Sabrina around her mother and mine. It still scares me though how my own Aunt managed to push those buttons. And with my mother in her feline form...I didn't want to run the risk of my messed up psyche concocting erotic fantasies like that.

Funny how that tends to work out one way or another, especially while in a deep subconscious state like if you were dreaming. Only in my unfortunately case I wasn't fast asleep; I was awake and sexually restless with copulating on my mind. A part of me still existed where I tried terribly to think about something else other than mating, or at least of random woman. But the harder I tried, the easier it gotten for Sabrina to weave her way back into my mind.

While my body remained physically in my room, growling and yowling in frustration while my pelvis rocked hungrily for stimulation, my mind and perspective was brought back to last night during the party, Sabrina and I gazing upon each other passionately in silence. I could remember the first time I caught her scent more clearly than within the crowd of sweating people, tangy alcohol, and choking cigarette and pot smoke. I could smell for certain that she was like me...either that or she lived with a variety of cats. It wasn't until the unspoken invite our lips accepted that we both could see our inner feline selves breaking the surface. Three feelings hit me all at once in that moment; delightful content in finding another Werecat like myself and female in that, increasing lust from her being so beautiful and from her pheromones rising, and fear as I realized I was about to lose control and shift completely while we stood outside the house where the partygoers could discover us.

Sabrina was the one to drag me away from that place, holding my hand tightly as we ran into bushes and shrubby, making a break for the park where the trees were thick and plentiful, a decent hideaway for creatures like us to be alone. The run had gotten our blood pumping; our hearts racing, the excitement of it all intensifying our feelings and yearnings. The moment we were in a secluded spot, still watched over by the moon's gaze above us from the clearing of branches, we cast aside any modesty or chivalry, tossing our clothes to the wind and exchanging body heat and saliva.

I've read on certain forums and stories regarding fetishes about transforming into an animal or creature that people fantasized sex being more potent and intense while transforming. I can vouch for that theory. The moment Sabrina and I connected as one was breathtaking and indeed pleasurable, yet I remembered how the feeling increased to a bizarre level as our flesh and bone morphed. I think letting out your primal nature and aggression, to act out your animal self while mating adds to the experience. All I know is that as the two of us became cats, rejoicing in being able to feel fur and tail instead of just skin, sex was never as good as this. Of course, Sabrina was the first girl I ever mated with, let alone made out.

I will be surprised too if I hadn't knocked her up yet. Despite having only met and being together for a few hours we took the term 'fucking like animals' quite literary. In my defense Sabrina was the one who instigated two more romps after the first, mewing and yowling frantically to go again. As sore and worn-out as I was, though, my instincts would get the better of me, crawling back onto Sabrina's body and plowing her once more. The third time we forego passionate actions, mating like real cats as I mounted from behind, resting and steadying myself over her back.

Everything about last night played fluently in my mind, the daydream so believable I thought I was actually there. After our third mating session though I began to feel that something was off, yet my primal mind didn't bother to register it. I could still see the full moon above us, but with all the time that had been spent that night morning should be close. A third pair of feline calls sounded within the woods, very close to where Sabrina and I relaxed after we detached. I could smell the scent of the hidden feline, something about it oddly familiar. Sabrina turned her head to the where the call came from, both of us catching the silhouette of the beast approaching us. Sabrina turned her sights back to me, displaying a devious grin.

I finally realized who it was before her form was showered with moonlight. Aunt Gertrude had discovered us, prowling onto the scene on all fours. What was strange was the lack of surprise or disgust. She was smiling with a sly look in her eyes, her and Sabrina nuzzling and meowing in greeting as the two whispered. I sat by gawking, one thought wondering what she was doing here while another unwanted thought was busy checking Gertrude out, that disturbing attraction I felt earlier returning suddenly. When the two were finished talking secretly they both approached me, Sabrina circling behind my back letting me rest my body against her chest. Gertrude though began to sniff around my belly and thighs, smelling the aftermath of sex. I looked back to Sabrina, my face begging the question of what was going on, yet I had a horrifying idea of what it may be. The problem was my animal psyche found nothing horrifying with what did come next.

Gertrude, my own Aunt, began to rub her snout over my partially erect phallus, her tongue coating the sensitive flesh. I groaned, struggling to gain control of my body; make my arms or legs push her away, make my voice be heard and tell her to stop. But I was unresponsive; it was submissive. Sabrina's grasp around my chest wasn't even necessary to keep me constricted. Lust was winning out as suddenly all my mind and instincts craved was to mate again, finding my own Aunt as a suitable concubine.

Sabrina hugged and nuzzled me fiercely as her mother continued to taste my manhood, actually feeling her maw covering it completely. I yowled madly, mixture of pleas to stop and in wonderful pleasure, once again feeling loss of control as my body finally began to move, but not for preparing to escape. Gertrude switched her attention from my loins to my belly, kissing and nuzzling up to my chest, cuddling closer until she sat upon my lap, our maws and snouts caressing and exchanging lips. The urge was unbearable now, the little rational thought I had to begin with locked away once more as I gave in to what my animal instincts were yelling at me to do. Sabrina kissed my neck as she released me, crawling inches away. With my arms and body freed I did the only thing my mind was set on.

Pawed hands embraced Gertrude's back sides, occasionally reaching down to her rear and tail. We groaned and growled as the heat of the moment burned intensely, our hips grinding to connect. I could see out of the corner of my eye Sabrina watching behind us, smiling and yowling delightfully as one of her hands were busy messaging her own sex. Vision blurred and sounds echoed; Gertrude and I yowling as our bodies became one, my phallus having penetrated her sex. Our rocking and humping forms left behind a transparent wave as if we were on an acid trip. I could still hear Sabrina screaming in ecstasy as she managed to hit her orgasm manually, adding to the immense pleasure I was receiving from fucking Gertrude. Reaching the climax was causing the world around us to crumble, nothing but high pitched meowing and yowling dominating my hearing, the smell of their scents and sex the only thing I smell. I looked up to the full moon, letting out one more blood curdling yowl as I reached orgasm, spilling my seed inside Gertrude.

When I brought my head down the world went black, suddenly feeling a huge pain at my forehead followed before it with the sound of knocking into hard plastic or glass. I rubbed my forehead as I opened my eyes once more; finding myself out of the woods, back in my own room. Looking forward I realized I had knocked my head against the window, leaving a small crack at the center. I was breathing extraordinarily hard, body flushing with heat, and my crouch was moist and sticky. I looked down over myself and saw cum covering the head of my cock and the fur of my sheath, dabs dripping off the wall under the sill.

I stood there for a few minutes observing my actions, forgetting about the possibility that a passing pedestrian outside could have looked up to see a giant cat looming behind the window. All I felt like doing was laughing, hysterically in a way if only for a brief moment. I looked back at the crack on the window, viewing my reflection. I smiled falsely.

You are so sick, Jonan. You're a fucking monster.

After contemplating to myself for a few more minutes, self-discussing that I was horribly messed up I exited my room, walking across the hallway into the second level bathroom. We had a bathtub in there with a mobile shower head. I ran the bath water, switching it to the shower head as I got in. Normally animals would groom themselves to clean off the dirt and mess they had accumulated, not really caring for a bath. Even being one I wasn't completely certain if cleaning up your own juices with your tongue counted. Laying down as if I was readying to bathe, sticking my tail out between my legs in front to not crush it, I turned on the shower head, shivering from the cold water trickling over my crouch and tail.

"Taking a bath this late?"

Startled I dropped the shower head, landing right on my tail which caused me to let out a sharp yowl, followed by some curse words. Sabrina giggled, standing at the doorway with her tail curled around the shins of her legs. Shutting off the sprayer I attempted to grin, trying to hide my contempt and shame.

"And in the dark too," Sabrina added, stepping inside as she sat on the toilet seat, bringing her tail between her legs as she grasped it and brushed it over her stomach, fondling the tip with her hands like a stuffed doll. "Guess that's not too strange, since we can see better in the dark anyways. But what's with the sudden need for cleanliness?"

I gazed up to her with a look, a 'like you don't know' expression plastered over my feline face. "I felt dirty," blurted out of me, tucking my legs in with my arms crossing them.

Sabrina smiled uneasily, looking away as she played with her tail further.

We remained silent in place for a while until I finally asked, "Did you know?"

"Know what?" Sabrina answered bashfully.

"Who I was? That we were related? That we were cousins?"

"No, I didn't. I didn't find out until you came downstairs earlier. Well, maybe I found out sooner than that. Your scent was on the couches and railings."

"Oh," I muttered, getting the feeling now that this was just as surprising as it was to her.

"Be right back," Sabrina said, rocking forward to a graceful leap off the toilet seat. "You could use a towel to dry yourself off." I chuckled weakly as my eyes locked on her strutting, the perverted part of me interested in the curves of her rear and the sleekness of her tail swaying behind her like a pendulum. Sabrina looked back catching me turn my head away at the last minute. I could see her smiling. "Or I could help dry you off myself."

"Please don't say things like that," I sternly replied, head lowered from the embarrassment.

Eventually, after Sabrina coaxed me in her own ways out of the bathroom we went back to my room, Sabrina shutting the door quietly. I shook my head as I could guess what her intentions were as she started to sniff the air. She let out a soft purr as she stared at me funny.

"Has kitty been thinking naughty thoughts?" she amorously asked, dropping to all fours as she sought out the source of the smell attracting her. She moaned, snout hovering under the window sill, realizing my juices were still there. I was still holding the towel I used to dry my extremities, rushing immediately to the window and doing what I could to wipe away the proof of my deed.

"I still smell it," Sabrina sung, her snout sniffing close to my belly, seeking my loins.

"Sabrina, no!" I shouted silently, keeping my voice down to a minimum as I broke away, crawling onto my bed and sitting down next to my pillows. "I...I can't. Not again."

Sabrina looked miffed at first, and then apologetic. She climbed onto bed taking a seat next to me, laying her head against the side of my shoulder.

"I understand how this all seems strange and confusing. You grew up adapting to human standards. Your mom told us you had just recently discovered your feline side, so you're still new to your instincts. But it's not a bad thing to listen to them once in a while."

"You sure about that?" I questioned. "We barely spoke one word at the party last night and the first thing we did once we were alone was fuck. That's what my instincts were telling me."

"That's because we're both at that certain age. You know some cats are ready to mate when they're only a year old."

"Wonderful," I bellowed sarcastically, "so Werekittens can fuck each other anytime then?"

Sabrina slammed her fist against my left thigh, making me yowl and curse again. She gave me the 'are you serious?' look.

"All I'm saying is that it's natural for us to be overwhelmed with urges like this. We're just following animal instinct to procreate. It's not as much different to normal humans."

"Yeah. Except it's kind of frowned upon to make out with your own cousin."

"Is that what all this moping is about? You know if it makes you feel any better, technically we aren't related."

I was stumped. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that my mom isn't biologically my mom. I was birthed from my dad's side of the family. My mom...my real mom died when she gave birth to me. Gertrude was there to help pick up the shattered pieces for my dad."

"Wait! Then your dad is a Werecat?"

Sabrina smiled widely. "Yep. Probably hunting as we speak since he's as one with his own feline side as mom and I."

The new bits of information rattled in my brain for a bit, finding it unbelievable.

"So, in a way, we're only cousins because of my stepmom being your mom's sister. Other than that..." In her twisted logic Sabrina was trying to hint that, because of her parental situation, it wouldn't be entirely wrong that we mated. We were both astray from the genetic gene pool in our families, the only connection being between my mother and her sister. I assumed in her mind mating with me wasn't wrong since we weren't technically family, Sabrina starting up her sultry ways once more as she attempted to climb onto my lap, nuzzling profusely. As she leaned in to kiss my furry face, though, I turned away, shoving her off me gently.

"That still doesn't change anything," I muttered, unable to look her straight in the eyes. "We may not be genetically related, but you're still a part of this family. I don't know if there could ever be a thing between us if our mothers found out. And my dad...he'd only see me as a freak worse than before."

My short speech didn't seem to be enough, Sabrina attempting again to cuddle me and kiss. I snapped, hissing and yowling at her to stop, finally getting the message as she tucked away from me, almost falling off the edge of the bed. My aggression subsided into depression, my heart sinking seeing Sabrina bunched up in fear and sadness.

"Please," I spoke softly, "I just don't know what to do right now. I can't lie and say I don't feel the same way you do about me. My instincts aren't the only thing telling me you're beautiful and sexy. If I could I'd let go of my inhibitions right now and repeat what we did last night...but it's different now. It just doesn't...feel right. I don't know if I could live with myself. I...I just..."

"No," Sabrina replied, "I understand. To be honest I'm not sure if it's my own baser instincts telling me the same thing. I guess when I found you at the party last night, when I realized I was with another male Werecat, and one really handsome to boot, I thought it was fate. I thought I had been directed to the tomcat I would be mated to for life. That's Gertrude's way of thinking, but I believed in that. And you definitely are a passionate and fantastic lover, by the way. Even the moment when I found out you were part of the family it didn't seem to matter to me. I...I love you, and I still wish you and I could be mates. But I do understand what you're going through. And I don't want to hurt you."

"Then you won't think of me any worse if I asked you to go back downstairs with your mom, and let me sleep?"

Sabrina hesitated with her next words, mouth agape as she brushed a pawed hand over my leg. "Actually, if it's not a big deal, could I sleep with you tonight?" My throat decided to dry up and clench right at this moment, unable to answer back quickly. "Mom is, well, a snorer. I can never sleep well if I'm in the same room with her. Cat ears, remember?"

I cleared my throat, chuckling as I strained to make up my mind. If I agreed she could stay I'd be tempted by my instincts again to mate with her. But it didn't feel right anymore to cast her out of my room, leaving things dismal between us. "Alright," I finally answered, "you can sleep here tonight."

Sabrina smiled, kissed me on the cheek and nuzzled against my chest. "Thank you," she whispered as she made herself comfortable, rolling away from me onto her side, purring. I watched her settle, astonished at how fast she took to ready herself for bed. Shaking off the amusing moment I slinked forward, lying back with my head against soft pillows, pawed hands crossed over my belly with my tail wrapped over one of my legs. It was odd not having the bed to myself, sharing with a not so complete stranger, but I prepared to make the best of it as I closed my eyes.

But sleep never came. At one point I thought I was close to slipping into a dream. Sabrina's moans and mews though pulled me out of it too often. I peered over her shoulder, trying to see what the commotion was about. She seemed fast asleep but she continued to utter worrying calls. She must be having a nightmare. I wasn't exactly sure what I should do; never having to deal with other's restless sleeping before. Should I wake her? Whisper into her ears to draw her out of what bothered her? Possibly push her off the bed and see what happened next?

On instinct, human instinct, I rolled onto my side and cuddled up behind her, wrapping my arms under hers, gently stroking her furry belly and chest. I nuzzled lightly behind her neck, purring softly as I made her aware that there was someone close to her, someone caring looking out for her. She didn't have to be afraid anymore. It did the trick, Sabrina's distressful calling replaced with delightful moans and purrs, brushing the back of her shoulders against my body for comfort. It felt good...her body against mine. In a way I realized I was spooning with her, and I wasn't bothered by the notion of how wrong this could be. I was just being polite, right? Considerate?

Oh, so good...

The deeds from the other night flooded my mind once more, recalling Sabrina and our moments of indistinguishable elation, yowling passionately as we achieved orgasm together, feeling each other's own peak of pleasure. It was the most intoxicating sensation I had ever felt with another person, incredibly more fulfilling then past queens. It wasn't a decent example to compare, having those time been acts of desperation swayed by my feral side; moments I regret each time I yielded so easily to baser instinct. It was hard to do so when cats not even on the same level as me willingly drew me in to mating. But with Sabrina she was the first one I've mated with in a long time that we could both equally share and exchange the same amorous and passionate sensations with love making. I didn't just feel like a queen's satisfaction with obtaining what her internal clock begged of her; that she was only receiving so she could one day be bare with a litter. There was pure love. She expressed her own choice and letting me in, giggling and crying happily from filling her with my seed and pleasure, embracing and nuzzling cherishingly in a sign that she wanted to stay close to me. I never felt that way in a long time...not as much as I did now, with her.

Why did you have to technically be my cousin?

"Jonan..."

Sabrina spoke my name softly, making me skeptically that she was truly a sleep. I looked over her shoulders again; still seeing the face of a feline fast asleep...now only dreaming of enjoyable things. She stretched out a smile, moaning and purring as she snuggled against my bed, the back of her body once more rubbing up against mine. I felt myself quiver, a euphoric wave washing over me like electricity. I reacted by snuggling closer against Sabrina's body, grazing the back of my thighs and knees under her own and rear. My tail flickered behind me often, hearing it thump against my mattress each time the tip flicked. I was feeling it again, that spontaneous content moment. My stomach had been hollowed out with only the feeling of butterflies fluttering inside.

This was really a feeling of love, wasn't it? Knowing she was willing to be this close to me, to share her personal stories, to want me to be her lover; she expressed her qualities as a feline's mate to me because she chose me, out a billions of other people out there...or hundreds of Werecats that existed. Somehow I had left a mark on her, that she viewed me as 'special', and she had done what she could to make me see that and hold onto that notion. I realized I was beginning to see the same way, which I wanted to hold on to the fact that I loved her, no matter what separated us. I want it to be her and only her, to be the one that would share my feelings and doubts, the one who would one day be a mother to my kittens...my mate.

A sensitive tingle vibrated below me as Sabrina let out a elated gasp. My face dazedly widened as I became aware of what I was feeling, sensing that hot moist surface I know too well grinding under my sudden erection. Sabrina had her legs tucked in at a nearly perfect angle where her sex was exposed, opened for me to squeeze my way back in, spoon closer and tighter to where I could mount her, similar to the bestial position of most animals only resting on our sides. Control was slowly slipping from me as before as my hips were already acting on instinct, grinding and thrusting in a slow pace until I could safely penetrate her sex.

But I was still conflicted with the idea of Sabrina and me ever being a couple under our current status, not one to suffer the judging eyes of my own parents. I freed a hand from my hugging, trying desperately to cover my loins, blocking myself from entering her. Trying so created within me internal strife, letting out a frantic yowl from the tension of my plight. I didn't care to fight my baser instincts but I wasn't secure in knowing this would be right.

Sabrina's shoulders began to move, seeing her turn her head and eyes behind to see me, looking at my dreamy distraught face. She smiled slowly, feeling her right hand grab my blocking one, pulling it back around her belly wanting me to resume embracing her completely. She mewed, understanding the sweet and amorous tones in her voice without actually understanding what she literary said.

I...I love you too.

I could feel her hips clutch against her belly, repositioning herself as she rolled her body forward closer to the mate, bring her rear up closer to my hips. Her tail curled back, stretching out her left leg while tucking in her right, realizing she was giving me better access to her sex. Pheromones wafted in the air and Sabrina began to call like queen's do, only they weren't general calls to plain mate with her but calls to expression how much she wanted to share her love with me.

I smiled, letting out a cliché adoring growl.

The two of us gasped and yowled ecstatically as I slid inside her, my first thrust slow but deep. Every other thrust was paced, doing my best to stretch my manhood as far into her core as I could, to help each other achieve the maximum sensation of sexual pleasure. I think it was rarely done for a couple to copulate while spooning, yet somehow Sabrina and I were doing just that. The moonlight from the full moon cascaded through my window, bathing us in its glow like it was meant to, not being appropriate for Werecats to mate unless under the very source that urges us to become what we are. But the moonlight was doing more than that. Being spotlighted from the moon renewed my confidence that I wasn't making a horrible decision. The lunar veil was practically exposing our sexual relationship; our affair, feeling as if the essences of our kind and other kin were passing its judgment over us. And the exposing shine didn't mar or shame us, instead I was certain it was congratulating our union, accepting our bond and wishing prosperity upon it. It felt like it was a god honest sign that Sabrina and I were suppose to be together and that this would only end in bliss, experience and lifelong.

Sabrina's mews and awes filled the room, echoing pleasantly in my ears as I joined her chorus of blissful calling. I nuzzled fondly between the side of her neck and shoulders, catching a glimpse of something that made me ponder my actions, halting my grinding and loosening my grip on her body.

"Don't stop, Jonan," Sabrina whispered. "Why are you stopping?"

"Because...you're crying. Am I hurting you? I don't want to do this if I'm..."

"You silly," Sabrina giggled, sniffing as she wiped away fresh tears not yet soaking into the fur of her cheeks. "I'm crying because...because I never felt so happy. Because feeling you with me is real. I don't want you to stop...and I don't want you to let go of me."

I felt stupid. And more so I felt relieved. I crawled on top of Sabrina, nudging her onto her back, having to move carefully since we remained connected, her right leg stretching around me up close. I no longer felt like hiding my face to her, no longer ashamed of what we were committing. I want to gaze upon her eyes, her sweet beautiful smile and her gorgeous feline and human complexions. I want our snouts to rub and our maws to lock, our chest and belly to grind and our tails to be intertwined. I want our bodies to be fully one as we mate.

Sabrina strokes back the top of my short hair of fur over my head, feeling weight pulling my head down. Indescribable warmth and bliss spread throughout our bodies the moment we kissed, the moment bare and breasted torso's rubbed beside each other, the moment I gave another hard thrust inside her temple. Our tongues danced as fast and heavily as the other night, craving to delve deeper into our mouths, seeking fuller and deeper satisfaction. When our lips could exchange all the pleasure it can from held breathes I brought my search lower, arching my spine to let my maw travel down to her firm furry breasts, my feline physique allowing me to do so as I could maintain constant thrusting with her sex. Stimulation to her mounds and clitoris drove Sabrina wild with contorting and calling, having forego my concern with keeping our mating secret to control the volume of her voice or mine. I could hear the fabric of my bedsheets and mattress tear from the frantic grip of Sabrina's claws.

Good Kitty.

Plateau was reaching its limits as my phallus screamed, sensing it was close to popping. Passion was once again slipping from my concerns, beastly instincts nagging at me once more to focus on relieving my sexual appetite. I began to prop myself over Sabrina with my arms, sitting over her like a lying cat might with my head cocked back and barreled chest heaved. Sabrina struggled to sit up, wrapping her arms around my neck to pull herself close, stretching out her maw to nuzzle against my chest and shoulders as her voice lost control and caterwauled from the intense and rapid stimulation my rod produced, changing the feel of our pleasurable sensation from innocent passion to animal romp. Our voices strained, almost involuntarily calling out beyond our will as each increased peak of pleasure caused our yowls and calls to screech louder and high pitched. It was certain to wake Aunt Gertrude and my mother, and but I just didn't care anymore. I wanted to end this properly, wanted to be the one to fulfill Sabrina's sexual desires, wanted to be the one to pass on my seed to her and no one else. She was mine, my mate, and my queen. My love.