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Knocking suddenly sounded at my door, disrupting the mood and putting the two of us on high alert. I crouched down lower over Sabrina's body, back arched and fur standing on end, expressing my disdain for being interrupted.

"Sabrina? Are you in there with Jonan?" It was Aunt Gertrude, having most likely been stirred awake from our caterwauling. Despite that, she was pestering us in a critical moment, loosing stamina and potency in our mating the longer we were made to halt. In response I hissed, letting out a low aggressive yowl. Sabrina followed me after, sounding out her own annoyed mewing though less menacingly towards her own stepmother.

The door swung open slowly, Aunt Gertrude's head peeking inside, sniffing the air. Still surprising to me she let out a pleasant moan in response, purring. She peeked inside further, stepping inside my room as she made a show to quietly and carefully shut the door behind her. She chuckled silently, looking back to us as she seemed amused to see the two of us together mating. I continued to bare my teeth and yowl; not fully comprehending what she was doing and wishing she could leave us alone to finish our deed.

"Sorry dears," Gertrude whispered, winking gleefully. "Didn't mean to interrupt. But I couldn't pass up on the opportunity to see my Husband's little queen and my sis's rugged tomcat sealing true love together. Don't mind me, I'll wait back here until you two finish."

Gertrude held her hands high over her chest out to show she was moving away, lying down at the end of my room as she looked up to us, grinning amusingly with her tail held high, the tip swaying like a metronome. I was still baffled at why my Aunt would suddenly be interested in watching me fuck her step-daughter, though admittedly having a eager audience wanting to watch us work felt much like a perverted turn-on. Sabrina's pawed hands brought my gawked gaze back to hers, reminding me of where we had left off. Gertrude's presence didn't concern me anymore, picking up momentum again in my hips, reawakening a half erected member. My eyes glanced back to Gertrude on occasion, curious at her expressions every time I made Sabrina moan and yowl blissfully. I was vaguely startled at the sight of Gertrude trying to catch up with our pace, her chest heaving in unison with my thrusting and Sabrina's own heaves; one free hand playing between her legs as I assumed she was fantasizing about her own sexual desires, considering the fact my room has become a central orgy zone.

A fragmented scene of my self-serving daydream earlier showed my Aunt seeking sexual fulfillment from my own loins, having Sabrina hold and lay me behind her as Gertrude climbed onto my lap, forcing penetration. I remembered the sensation, the added enjoyment of a second partner seeking sexual conquest with me as her mate. A brief warning bell rang in my ears, realizing what was happening, that I was becoming close to having Aunt Gertrude join us; have her close so I would mate with her next after Sabrina once my stamina returned. The animal side of me let out a growlish yowl to her, letting her know I was considering what Gertrude sought of me. I caught the answer in her fluttering eyes as she turned her face away from me, her grin stretching into a smile.

Sabrina yowled upsettingly, breaking my glances of Aunt Gertrude and trying to regain focus over Sabrina. My face must have flinched with embarrassment; Sabrina showing her familiar amusing smile. "Finish what you started first," she said, her voice heavily mixed with human grunts and feline tones. "Then have fun with the head queen."

Aunt Gertrude cackled from Sabrina's response, adding mews and yowls as she had set herself up to the peak of climax, sitting restlessly with her legs tucked and unfolded, her pussy glistening from the moonlight. "Hurry up, Tomcat," Gertrude purred in sultry tones. "I'm aching to see how potent you are."

It had become like some bizarre sexual daydream, less feeling of that of a nightmare and more of a lustful curiosity. My own personal emotions filled me with a sense of pride, that I was happy enough to be mated to a beautiful cat like Sabrina. But pride conflicted in different ways as a beast, Gertrude playing on that; tempting me in showing her how good of a lover I could be to any queen, to any person. Gertrude would only be a conquest, a one night stand to enjoy the flavor. Sabrina was mine forever though, and no other woman would ever pry me from her.

Temptation hastened my act though, striving to orgasm quickly so I could try out the willing queen soon. I felt guilty trying to end our moment, but Sabrina seemed immensely content with the time we did have, purring madly with the vibrations massaging the side of my neck and check as she resumed hugging me close to the bed, her legs tightening around my waist as she made sure I wouldn't try to flee too soon after I popped. She didn't have to worry about that; I wanted her to take all my juices before I had my fun with Gertrude, selfishly exchanging my full potency to Sabrina.

The climax approached once more, the two of us yowling and calling intensely as we both felt the sensations reaching its max, ready to tremble and scream in bliss from the moment. Destiny's fulfilled, the house bellowing with our cries as gratification was achieved. My cock throbbed and shook, releasing shot after shot of my seed inside Sabrina's sex. Her walls stayed swollen around my phallus, making sure her body took all of me. Yowling once more as the tension subsided we fell gently back down onto the bed, hearts beating and chests pounding rhythmically over each other's furry bodies. I snuggled between the top of Sabrina's mounds as her clawed hands brushed the back of my shoulders, purring together happily.

"Oh...it's so wonderful." I tilted my head to view Aunt Gertrude still lying on the floor, looking like an animal ready to pounce, her hind arches and rear raised and tail curled back. "Sabrina has never looked more happy and satisfied. She was right that there was something special about you, Tomcat. See told me about the two of you; your night together, and how much she thought of you. You must have an excellent sexual potency to induce this much restless craving in a cat...I like Tomcat's like that.

"Now why don't you come down here," Gertrude continued, rising back on all fours and circling around, displaying her rear and her sex proudly, "and share some of that potency."

Staring into Gertrude's exposed rump did elicit a revival in my stamina, the strain in my manhood rejuvenating to where I was willing to mate again. My eyes twitched in attempt to look away and shut them completely, my conscious reminding me that Gertrude was still my Aunt, that mating with Sabrina was already a line crossed once. But my animal instincts were dominating me, baring no moral compass in regards to sexual gratification. The decision was weighing heavily on me, meowing distressfully.

Sabrina sat up once more, nuzzling and licking my face as she nudged me to release her internally, shaking me off in a way. I was mildly baffled at why she would separate, yet I was assured nothing had changed between us as she crawled back against the wall and pillows, fixing her vigorous smile and lustful gaze on me. I crawled on all fours to her, purring and nuzzling under her chin as my body language asked if she was comfortable with this, mating with her stepmother. Her own body language agreed, nuzzling back while pressing hard against my cheeks to keep my view of Gertrude; whom was waiting patiently for me. Skeptical as I am I held a firm gaze in her eyes to be sure, waiting to see how she would respond.

"You're my mate now, Jonan," She mewed. "Our souls can never part again. But the perk of being what we are is that there's no discrimination between family and sexual gratification. I'll possibly mate with a random tomcat once in awhile if my instincts demand it, just like Gertrude will mate with anyone available and willing. Just like you will mate with any female Werecat; any queen when the need arises. Just remember..."

Sabrina wrapped a hand around my head, pulling me close so our foreheads touched, our snouts rubbing. "When you're ready, I'll be your mate for life. Sex is always pleasurable, but love...is eternal."

The two of us smiled, meowing happily as we kissed once more. Sabrina broke off quickly as she redirected me to Gertrude, having rolled onto her back on the floor, meowing eagerly for me to come. Baser instincts took over once more, leaping off the bed as I made a beeline for Gertrude. She opened her legs, inviting me into her own temple as her hands busily massaged the furry mounds of her breasts. My limbs were hesitated to move though, reminded at how awkward the situation was to conceive in fucking my own aunt.

Her sex...I could smell the pheromones. So...intoxicating.

"Smell good, don't I?" Gertrude moaned, cocking her head back in response to my snout exploring her pussy. "Same to you, Tomcat." Her body stretched and contorted, letting out low growls and yowls as she grew anxious, her body demanding that I fornicate with her immediately. Her pussy was already wet with anticipation, the smell attractive enough for me to taste, licking at her glistening fur. She yowled again, one hand reaching down her belly to touch my head, feeling her claws pet against my forehead and around my ears.

"Yes," Gertrude gasped, "don't resist, tomcat."

Her words and calls provoked, letting my tongue run wild over her sex as the urges burned madly. Her title as my Aunt shattered as all I saw about Gertrude now was a queen willing to copulate and relieve myself with. Tiring of teasing the eager and charismatic Calico I pulled myself over her body, gliding across hers until our eyes met in close distance; our hips grinding between, and our loins interlocking. A yowlish groan bellowed from my maw at the surprising feel of my aunt's moist fire encasing my manhood, searing the sensitive flesh with an astounding flow of physical pleasure more intensely than with Sabrina's. Does this come with age I wonder?

Gertrude yowled her own pleasurable call, her body arched from the impact of steady thrusts. Our heads lowered and raised inches between each other, feeling the need to complete our merging with our maws fixed. Heavy pants blew against our snouts as we both hesitated. She took the lead, stretching in to seal our lips, gasping with each succulent taste she could snatch. She began to growl frustratingly when she notice I wasn't following her dance. I had become comfortable with filling her, fucking her, but not with expressing love fully. I didn't want to give the impression that I could fall in love with two queens...with two of my family members.

Soft pawed hands caressed against the back of my shoulders, feeling a furry curved form resting up behind me. Purrs serenaded my ears as I caught Sabrina nuzzling beside the right of my neck, giving me that hypnotic lustful look.

"Don't hold back, Tomcat," Sabrina whispered in my ears. "Dominate Werecats shouldn't withdraw their instincts. We're all in heat; you have an excuse. Don't do what feels right, do what your instincts demand you."

More warped wisdom from Sabrina continued to have a profound effect on me, ridding all rational thought from my mind, leaving behind only the animal cravings that have been shouting in my head all night.

Mate. Procreate. Sexual gratification.

Gertrude's distressful calls quieted, her sly look matted over her face once again as she could sense the struggle within me, instincts winning. She nudged me away, forcing us to disconnect. I was confused and irritated, yowling for an explanation. My answer came quick as I watched Gertrude roll onto her belly, raising the hunches of her hindpaws and curling back her tail, once again presenting her sex. She looked back, meowing for me to mount. Sabrina, watching from the sidelines now, purred as she took a seat against the wall, one hand fixed between her thighs.

What part of me that retain any morals and rationality as a human was astounded at how far I had descended. How did a person like me, a shy yet innocent guy somehow become a deviously horny little Tomcat? Is this really my nature, what male Werecats are destined to grow up into; driven? Were Sabrina and Aunt Gertrude teaching me to believe that mating like this was normal for our kind? My head was beginning to spin and throb, my heart racing like it was gunning for the lead in a competition. Furred animals don't sweat and yet with my body burning feverishly from lustful anticipation and frightful confusion my fur managed to feel moist as if I was drenched in it. My body is frozen in place now, limbs and tail shaking nervously. It didn't feel as ill-fated anymore when I had succumbed to the conclusion that Sabrina and I were meant to be. But this, what I was doing here...with my Aunt!

So why can't I say no!? Why does my accursed feral body ache to fuck her!?

I wasn't aware I had my eyes shut tight in the middle of my moral dilemma, startled by the affectionate nuzzling of Gertrude across my face. But with eyes wide open we stood face to face, equally on all fours just swimming in each other's eyes. I was starting to get annoyed and sick of her constant entertained grinning, but I couldn't place any anger to express it. Instead I tilted my head in curiosity, wondering what she thought was so amusing.

"You are really special, Tomcat," Gertrude mewed, prowling in a sensual posture beside me, feeling her body rub up against mine. "Whoever said chivalry was dead clearly has never met you. You're truly different from other Tomcat's of our kind. You've adapted real well to human society and because of that human standards of decency and modesty have rubbed off on you. It's not a bad thing, my dear; not a bad thing at all. But if you don't go out and have some good old fashion fun once and a while...well, things like this tend to happen. You go back to your roots and go back hard if the pussycat is kept caged up."

My body shuddered delightfully as Gertrude reached the end of my body, nuzzling at the top of my rear and pawing over my tail. I can feel her sniffing between my legs, taking in the profound musk coming off my loins after all the abundant sexual activity. "Mmm...you're also at a ripe age, Tomcat. Your potency is incredible. Sabrina mentioned how enthralled she was being mated by you, why she wasn't surprised you two repeated your sessions twice last night. She was so restless tonight when we tried to sleep, uncontrollably yowling as her mind flooded with the thoughts of you and her, and believe it or not she wasn't even too far in heat. I couldn't let my darling stepdaughter wither like that all night, let her ache without having one more romp with you before we had to head out tomorrow. You left a mark on her, one where you two are solely connected now, a bond that will be tough to break if you tried. It's similar to the one her father left on me, how I can't bear to love anyone else but my first Tomcat. It's an unspoken law within our kind, you know."

I struggled to look back, my body still planted where I stood from this strange sensation Gertrude elicit in me just by fondling my body with hers, making it difficult for me to try and resist what she wanted. I felt if I moved now I wouldn't run to the door to hide in a closet or the bathroom, I'd pounce Gertrude and give her what she was coaxing out of me. I couldn't respond back either while she talked, though I could call out weak mews and yowls.

They were cries for her to stop talking and present.

"My sister, your mother...your chivalry must come from her. I don't know how she managed...hell, I don't understand why she's become so pessimistic about her nature. She probably won't admit it to; for some reason ashamed of it, but by the time we were at proper age we both felt the same urges consuming us, our nature glowing brightly. But while I embraced my heritage and had fun with it your mother committed to sacrificing her needs. I blame it on your human father; no offense, but I'm still stumped at how a frail human male could change her into a one-man mate. It's all creatures goal to be mated by your one true love, certainly...but to give up being a queen? You know what that means, don't you Tomcat?"

I nodded, mewing my answer as I turned my gaze to Sabrina, still watching the show from where she laid, and moaning silently with her smile stretched across her feline face.

"Even well educated," Gertrude purred, circling around my other side, again feeling her body rub up against mine. "There's a reason we're like this, a reason why we mate so often. Obviously we are still animals, but there are two other key elements to our behaviors and actions...three if you count the fun of sexual pleasure. All animals and humans are embedded with a simple instinctually goal to procreate and flourish so our kittens, our children will one day continue the cycle. Of course, with us, there's a problem with that. Over the centuries you Tomcat's got sterile. Not that you can't ever bear us females any kittens; there's a decrease chance of a successful copulation. You could almost say five percent of your 'juices' will have a chance. Bet you didn't know that, did you?

"It leads me to the second key reason," Gertrude continued, nuzzling beside my face as she stood parallel beside me, "one I've already stated; the need to continue the cycle. If this were to happen there would need to be a lot more of us to do it. Our kind is rare, unfortunately. We're lucky to walk pass even one on the street in any town. All those blasted wolves have it better; they can pass on their existents just by biting people. Makes you feel down that we barely hold a torch to Werewolves. But at least our species and their own still share the same mating habits. Ours is much more crucial."

My own voice yowled practically on its own accord, dimly aware that control was fleeting and I was getting bored of Gertrude's speech. In a bizarre level I understood what she was applying. My kind, Werecats, were a endangered species and this unwritten law demands we copulate with any willing female us males can so we could increase our chances in staying in the game of life. This notion is the reason why I have discovered this inherent need to mate when I'm surrounded by hot woman or cats in heat. This was all natural to our kind. What I still couldn't grasp was why this instinct overrules my sensibility, why I was willing to mate with members of my own family. And why was Gertrude taking time to explain all this to me when we could mate right now.

"Finally back in the mood, Tomcat?" Gertrude asked, stepping closer in front as her head and shoulders became my only view forward. "Good, because you have a duty to perform. Normally I'm more discreet than this; having other random Tomcat's have a go with me if not my own husband. I know Sis won't be pleased either. But like I said you're special. I can smell it, feel it rub off you. You have this 'energy' about you that screams fertility. Your seed has a higher chance of bearing kittens. Still might not be a high percentage, maybe only ten...fifteen percent tops, but you are ripe with promise. Sabrina sensed it, even if she didn't understand it. I sense it. All those fully fledged pussy's encompassing around your house from time to time must know it too. Sooner or later future queens will find you and do whatever it takes to have your seed in their wombs. You give our kind a chance. You should be proud. And think about all the different flavors you will get to know.

"Just remember this," Gertrude purred, circling me once more as she walked back behind to my bed, her upper body propped over the edge of the mattress while her hind paws touched the floor, again presenting herself in a new position for me to mount. "You'll never taste a better flavor then mine...but your body will forever burn for your one and only mate for life. It'll burn...when Sabrina burns for you."

Function in my paws returned to me, my first movements spinning around calmly gazing over Gertrude's posture and form, eyeing her open sex. I glanced back to Sabrina, turning my head more attentively as admiring Sabrina's current behavior made me understand what Gertrude said. As I viewed Sabrina stretching and contorting restlessly against the wall, one hand massaging her furry breasts with the other still playing with her sex her behavior helped me recall my own similar burning desire earlier, lost in that daydream as I pleasured myself under the full moon. Every time I tried to think of someone else than her Sabrina relentlessly appeared. I couldn't wipe her from my mind or desires; she was a part of me as much as I was now a part of her. The connection just seemed to work. We are destined to be mates for life and I was finally accepting it. I want her, her love and her body. The thought of knowing she would continue to fulfill her obligations to our kind, enjoy the work of being mated by random tomcats to bear kittens was concerning. Then again, it seems destined that I would fulfill the same self-fulfilling prophecy. The only thing that mattered was she would come back to me, or that I would go to her one day; that we would one day live together like a proper couple. When that day comes she won't have to worry about other tomcats to help her bear kittens.

The rest of those days would be us fucking our feral hearts out until we had a litter of our own to raise. And then we fuck some more for the hell of it.

Sabrina began to move from her spot, showing a mild disdain from breaking her concentrated routine. She leaned forward towards me onto her forepaws and knees, stretching out closer until her lips kissed the side of my face; her maw nuzzling the side of my neck. She applied some force in her affection making, nudging me to move towards the other end of the room, towards my bed and Gertrude. It was incredible how absolutely fine she was with me mating with her stepmother, actually provoking it. It was no mystery about it I suppose having been giving a lesson about our kind, about their lifestyle. It was our nature to do our part to keep the species alive, and it's apparently our nature to also have fun with it.

"Don't forget," Sabrina whispered in my ears, "When you recover from your round with Gertrude...I'll be waiting."

My ears hit the roof at her words, cocking my gaze slightly to hers.

"But don't rush it either," Sabrina added. "The night is still young."

I responded to her suggestions with an amorous nuzzle, licking the tip of her snout. She mewed happily as she followed me across the room, Sabrina leaping onto my bed and laying comfortable at the other end on her side with a free paw once more massaging her nether regions. I stuck my snout near Gertrude's rear, smelling what was left of her pheromones having waited this long for me. They were still strong and building having sensed me close, her body quivering in eager anticipation.

"Don't worry about my husband, by the way," Gertrude spoke softly, looking back over her shoulders. "He would do the same right now if he met any fellow female Werecat. After all, you Tomcats have a du...ah!"

I growled fiercely to quiet her talking, climbing behind and mounting her as I slid insider her temple once again, resting over her back as I ensnared the nape of her neck with my maw. She gasped in pain, her body tensed up and fur standing on end. After a few heavy thrusts Gertrude's body loosened up and her gasps of pain turned to mews of pleasure.

"That's it," Gertrude yowled, letting out a feline laughter.

Their wishes were finally granted. Jonan Harrick was caged up as a Tomcat was set free. Tonight my bedroom has become a den of fornication, my own Aunt and half-cousin my willing queens. The three main thoughts continued to circulate my mind, my drive for pursuing this moment.

Mate. Procreate. Self-gratification.

Fucking my own Aunt was still weird, but I was helping her accomplish what she desired most; her own kittens. It would be a shame if I was able to do to her what her own husband could not. I quickly ponder the possibility of how many times the two of them had mated and failed in their mission, and then fantasized at the thought of this one night succeeding. It would be incredibly wrong if she managed to bear kittens from my seed...and yet if she did I would feel proud. Yes, proud at not only satisfying her sexual needs but by giving her a real family. I must be indeed special if just mating like proper animals was making her yowl blissfully in satisfaction.

My pace hastened as I remembered the first of Sabrina's current words, glancing towards her as I watched amusingly at her sprawled about the bed stretching her limbs, fingers digging meticulously into her sex as the scene bothered her positively. My eyes were glued to her luscious curves and figure, her furry mounds and golden eyes, and her throbbing sex. I needed to hurry this along, give Gertrude what she needed soon so I could switch back to Sabrina, the one I cared more for, that would bear my kittens someday. The peak of orgasm was reaching fast in this rate, feeling Gertrude's rear tremble and swell as she yowled, her song telling me she had reached it first.

Perfect I thought in glee_. Need to cum now...want to mate with Sabrina._

Don't rush it...the night is young.

Sabrina's second suggestion echoed in my ears, reminding me that there was still time before the morning came, before these two queens would have to go. I dropped my speed, thrusting carefully but still deep as shame flushed my body. I was being too reckless, not giving Gertrude my full attention and time. My newfound reputation as a gratifying Tomcat would be tarnished if I hurried through all my copulations like this. What would Gertrude think of me?

The friction between our sexes began to fell sticky and moist, taking notice that Gertrude had cum before I did. Her lubrication was making it easier for me to come and go inside faster without chaffing. I could feel my loins ready to burst; ready to spill my potent seed into Gertrude, but I suddenly began to slow down being careful with my thrusts as I looked over her with a lustful grin. My messy longing to finish our deed quickly had caused her to orgasm before I could. I decided; in a way to repay her for my rashness, to extend our moment together.

I was already quick to resolving this as I retreated for a moment, pulling back on the side of Gertrude's shoulders to get her to turn onto her backside. She cooperated, lying propped on her elbows with her legs clutching the edge of the bed. She gazed over me with curiosity to why the change in position. I smiled as I knelled down between her open legs, placing my hands over her knees to pull them wider apart. Gertrude purred in understanding as she laid back, rubbing her head against Sabrina's legs until her eyes lit up and her head lifted in response to the stimulation I applied to her coated throbbing vulva, lapping up (cleaning) her cum.

After a moment of grooming I crawled back over her, bellies rubbing and hips interlocking once more. Our eyes met face to face, no longer afraid to view or let her see mine as we mated. There was no hesitation as I leaned in to kiss, allowing our tongues to intertwine as we completed our merger, moaning and gasping frantically with each kiss and each thrust. I took my time, having fun tasting ever bit of Gertrude from her tongue and lips to her fur and flesh, eventually creeping down to her chest to fondle her supple breasts and teats. Sexual pride and elation increased in me with every joyous moan, every intense yowl, and every shake of her body Gertrude embellished.

This was what a creature like me is supposed to feel, what a Tomcat takes pride in. Sex was never more exhilarating then this, surrounded and loved by horny and beautiful queens, relishing in the fact that I produced the most passionate and immense carnal bliss. Gertrude and Sabrina were witness to it, having been the ones to be willingly subjugated to my sexual prowess. They looked up to me to fulfill our species duty to exist, honored to be mated by me. I was their hope that they would become mothers one day, to move on rewardingly that their kittens would flourish into the future and continue the cycle, our bloodline.

As honorable as it sounded, though, saving the species was less of a concern to me. This moment wasn't about passing on our bloodline. Despite what Gertrude taught me tonight we all understood that our mating here came down to one simple fact.

We were horny and we're just acting upon it like animals should.

Copulate...Fornicate...sexual gratification...

Our voices could not be held back, yowling intensely as Gertrude and I arrived in orgasm. I clenched my hips and pelvis tightly against hers, making sure we remained connected while my juices made their way inside her. My body stayed tensed; bowed, until the orgasmic feeling faded away, slowly drooping over Gertrude's chest and belly. The room was alive with heavy panting and soft mews, an occasional yowl from Sabrina as her self-pleasuring kept her hot and bothered, flailing about the bed eagerly for me to return my attention to her and start up our second round together. She had to wait until the pain in my loins subsided, which wouldn't be long. It was also relieving to know I could rest where I lay for the moment without Gertrude biting or clawing at me to release her after so much thrusting. Male manhoods for a cat normally consisted of barbs along the phallus to help stimulate a female cat's sex for ovulation. Werecat males, at least for me, don't have them.

Perks to being born a monster.

"Incredible, Tomcat," Gertrude exclaimed, brushing back the short hairs of her head as she purred in delight. "You almost put my darling husband to shame. You'll need to visit us often for now on. I don't think I can shake you off my soul for a while. And; of course, you already have a reason to visit us to begin with."

Gertrude tilted her head back to Sabrina, smiling as she growled to her for a response. Sabrina only giggled as she stretched pleasantly over my bed, calling out to me still for relief.

"I'll let you two have fun for the rest of the night," Gertrude cooed, petting the back of my head and ears. "But if you don't mind I'll keep you two company...just in case."

I removed myself from Gertrude, letting her slink away across the other side of the room, taking a seat in one of my chairs as she kept her sights on Sabrina and I. I crawled back onto bed, climbing over Sabrina's sprawled body as we locked golden feral eyes, taking a moment to cherish the real love born between us tonight. We smiled, mewing harmoniously as our snouts caressed each other. Sabrina's hips began to grind against mine, lust consuming her as instincts hungered for sex again. We distanced our gazes, still locked, watching each other pant and purr frantically as the yearning burned madly once more. My smile widened as Gertrude's did, watching Sabrina's face flinch and cock back with intense pleasure as I started our ritual, thrusting deep inside.

I can hear Gertrude meowing exquisitely; smelling her pheromones fill the room along with Sabrina's and my musk. Rational and passionate feelings no longer registered as our baser instincts took full control like before, seeking only the basic goals.

Procreate...self-gratification...sex...

* * *

"Well, thanks for letting us stay the night sis. I'll give you a call when we arrive back home. You and your son should come down sometime. My husband picked a wonderful spot near a forest reservation. Could help get you back to nature if you wanted to, you know?"

The mood was stale and quiet between Mom and Gertrude despite how chatty they were earlier. The two had sat down earlier this morning to a cup of warm milk as if nothing had changed. I could see in my Mom's eyes though that she still hadn't gotten over last night. Originally I would have hid in the closet and prayed this whole matter would just die down eventually. Now all I can feel is a mixture of shame and frustration, for my mother finding out about Sabrina, Gertrude, and I...and how I could tell she wasn't comfortable with it.

"Thanks, Gertrude," Mom replied sheepishly. "I'll keep that in mind. You should get going though. Radio said traffic north was going to be killer."

"I'll bet," Gertrude laughed. "Later darlings. Don't be strangers now. We need to stick together more often."

Gertrude and Mom hugged, and nuzzled, repeating her goodbye with me, adding a sensual purr. Mom growled uncomfortably, Gertrude backing away with a smirk as she waved and winked, heading to the car. Sabrina and I exchanged a longer goodbye hug, kissing fondly as it would be awhile before we could be together again. "Don't forget about me, ok?" Sabrina whispered in my ear.

"It would be hard trying," I said, nuzzling as best as I could with my human face between her neck and shoulder, making her purr. Another uncomfortable groan muttered from my Mom, deciding it was best to break off. I watched as Sabrina walked to the car, glancing back once and smiling as she waved her fingers at me. It was almost painful to watch them go, but I knew it wouldn't be the last. Sabrina and I were bonded and, even if our instincts continued to pursue us to seek sexual gratification from time to time, one day we would be together forever, mates for life.

"I know you have the right to choose how you want to live your life, Jonan," my mom started speaking, still looking down the road as if making sure Gertrude's car was far from viewing distance. "But next time, use better judgment."

"I tried," I told her, unable to look directly in her eyes in fear I would receive a scornful gaze. "But it wasn't right to try. I love Sabrina. And it didn't feel wrong."

"Sabrina isn't who I'm worried about, hunny. Don't let your aunt's crap about 'performing duties' and 'natural order of things' get to you. You have the right to choose your own destiny, not what our kind believes. It's why I chose your father and no one else."

I turned to her, doubt in my eyes. "Then why do you sneak out at night?"

Mom looked at me with amazement. "How...I mean, what do you mean?"

I glared over her, expressing how disappointed I was. "It makes sense now, why I hear you go out at night sometimes."

Mom glanced back over her shoulder as if making sure no one was around to hear our conversation. "Why do you think it's me, Jonan?"

"Well, you're not saying its dad. Dad only leaves the house sometimes during the full moon, when we're compelled to change."

Mom began to rub the back of her head, a sign that she was getting nervous. "Honey, I've been home plenty of times with your father on those nights. He accepts me for who I am."

"No he doesn't," I said, the words sort of blurting out on its own but with a hint of sincerity.

Mom looked appalled, mouth agape. "Wh..why would you say..."

"He doesn't!" I exclaimed, cutting into my mom's words. "Ever since I became a Werecat I've been seeing it more clearly in the way he looks at us, at his tone. Hell, the night you two caught me I could see dad groaning giving me that look. I tried acting as normal as possible around him, but even with all the compliments and smiles I know they're all phony. He regrets ever having me knowing what I am now."

I turn back inside, not wishing to bring up another simple fact I discovered about dear old dad, not wanting to hurt mom's feelings anymore. "You know that can't be true, Jonan," mom calls out to me. "You know he still loves us."

I stop at the doorway, holding the knob, looking down to the ground with my hair dangling over my eyes. Repression shattered the instant I could hear the lie in her voice, the lie she strained to keep true. What had changed about me last night was about to shake the pillars of this so-called happy family.

"Then why doesn't he only reek of you, mother? Ever since my senses improved I've been getting use to smelling all kind of things. Washing your clothes and showering often might mask the odors, but only if you do it immediately. I've been noticing it lately when dad goes out for his long vacations from us during the full moon nights; the smell of booze, the smell of cigarettes...the smell of other women. I'm sorry mom, but if I can smell it from a mile away then why can't you? Aren't you ashamed? You tell me to have better judgment, but what about dad?"

"That's enough, Jonan," mom growled, sensing the anger in her low tone without looking directly back at her.

"You're as much of liar as dad, though. I told you I know about you going out at night. I've been doing that too, remember. I can tell my own mother sneaking off among the other neighborhood cats, considering we are the only two Werecats in town as far as I know. And I know why you do too."

My own mother was stunned, and yet at the same time mortified. She knew I was right, what I was guessing. The thing about all of this; I wouldn't feel this frustrated if she just admit it. I had no secrets anymore. I was comfortable with what I am, what the animal in me hungered for. To be honest I hope whoever she's mating with is giving her some peace of mind. I just wish she wouldn't be this high strung about it anymore. I wish she could see what I see. I wish she could see what dad really was. I wouldn't be angry at him if he was one of us, if he was a real Tomcat. But it doesn't fit right for my mother's sake, for her values she upholds. Including how he views us secretly, that's what pisses me off the most.

Our ears tugged to the sound of a puttering engine coming from up the street, recognizing it to be dad's car. Mom turned towards it as we watched him come up to the drive way.

"Jonan," Mom spoke, her voice distanced and sad. "I know you're confused right now. But not all Werecats have this mindset that it's alright to mate with anyone just because you're suddenly in the mood. That's your Aunt, not me. And I really hope that's not you. And as for your father...he is doing his best to adapt to us. It's just hard on him; we both know this isn't exactly 'normal'. Just please try to remember that. I want this to work."

All I could do was shake my head. I didn't want to make mom anymore depressed than what she was feeling, but this new self-awareness only made me hate this false identity I was living even more knowing how screwed up this family actually was. One day this is all going to end badly. Whether it would be my fault or dad's, maybe even mom's, wasn't quite foreseeable.

"You didn't deny what I said, though," I groaned. "I can't deny what I am anymore, just as you can't deny yourself...or your instincts."

I didn't hear mom respond, only the clack of her shoes as she walked towards the driveway greeting dad. I scuffed, walking back inside the house. This lie we are living is going to end soon, at least for me. I was fully awake now to my feline heritage, awake and ready to perform my duties like Gertrude said. I might have changed; yes, but I believe it's for the best. These primal thoughts and emotions feel right and I don't plan on repressing them any longer. It's our nature, isn't it? It's why male cats are known as Tomcats...and why female cats are Queens.