Tomcats & Queens Series (Queen Book - Part One)

Story by TimidTabby on SoFurry

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#4 of Tomcats & Queens Series


NOTE: This is a rough draft; I haven't fully proofread this one yet. I tend to do this; alot, with stories I post the first time. Thank you.

_ _ Several years ago...

The moonlight shined brilliantly down over the lively nocturnal woods; yowling filling the semi-docile landscape. Looking up to the moon, Crissy gasped and mewed; extending her bowed upper body out of her bedroom window as she let the rays of the full moon bath and tingle over her skin feeling the sprouting of her white fur burning like a wildfire upon her shoulders and back; upon all over her changing feline figure.

Crissy let out a eager and excited yowl, matching the pitch of her sister's and father's muffled within the back of the house. Her protruding claws tore into the wooden sill of her cabin bedroom window, puckering her vulva as listening to the two of them made her ranvenous to mate tonight; wishing her father had allowed her to join in the fun. But his time was with her sister only, needing all the training and experience she could get before she was set off into the world to find her own mate.

Someday she thought, licking her lips; grooming her furry forepaws using the saliva matted upon them to comb what was left of her human hair. Her lengthening feline ears twitched to her grooming touch, giggling as she brought her hand back over the window sill and postured in a sultry pose as if presenting herself to the wild for all to see; her growing tail flickering happily as it curled back and flagged exposing her swollen sex.

I can't take it. I need a good fuck!

Crissy had planned to wait for her father to be done with her sister; wanting to take her out tonight to hunt down a wandering horny tomcat looking for a decent fuck as well. She was curious to see what her sister had learned by now; her father keeping his muzzle sealed about their experiences. Not even her sister was allowed to tell her; family rules. Even her mother couldn't speak of it, having on occasions watched and waiting for her husband to recuperate so they could mate.

Mother had been more of a one cat mate, saving herself only for dad. How she was able to restrain or keep herself satisfied without him was beyond Crissy. There was nothing better than the hot and hard shaft of another male Werecat plunging inside you; stimulating places that was normally hard to reach by paw. And what was the point of masturbation if you didn't get take in your mate's hot and potent seed swimming inside, offering its chance to make you mothers and continue the species?

Crissy fanged smile widened as her transformation completed; a beautiful and beastly white furred Werecat ready for the night and its promising lustful offerings, fur standing on end and yowling softly in need as her father and sister cried their loudest sounding their bountiful end.

Finally.

Crissy couldn't fight back the need to stimulate herself anymore, a pawed hand reaching down between her legs messaging the swollen sex slow but roughly with her padded fingers. She would give her sister a few minutes more before she took off. Any longer than that and she would have to wait till tomorrow night.

Footsteps creaked towards the bedroom door; Crissy chuckling delightful beaming a wide smile that the moonlight reflected off of as the door swung delicately open. She didn't have to turn her head immediately to tell both her sister and father stood at the doorway, but she did anyways not to offend. Her sister cuddled fondly against their father, returning similar affection nuzzling the top of her head and stroking the white and brownish-red patterned fur of her back. Crissy could smell the intensity of their pass deed just where they stood; it made her sex beginning to wet on the spot.

Modesty wasn't something Crissy's family shared.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting, hunny," Crissy's father apologized, petting her sister's right shoulder dearly. "Your sister is just as vicious as you are. You two are going to make all the Tomcats out there squirm, and then want more after. You both make me proud." He paused as Crissy could see his father glancing at her coated sex, smelling the arousing coming off him. "I won't keep you waiting anymore; I've kept your mother waiting enough as it is. You two have fun tonight."

Her father kissed her sister on top of her forehead; her sister herself clinging to her father as he had to gently pry away and let the two siblings have their alone time.

"Dad was right," Crissy gloated, rolling onto her back; her rear sitting on the window sill, as she exchanged looks with her sister. "It sounded like you didn't want to stop in there. You do know that there are more tomcats then him with a variety of tastes and experiences, don't you Gertrude?"

"I know," Gertrude pouted, spasming from anticipation for more sex as she crossed her arms over her chest, kneeling down and back as if she had to relieve herself. "But I don't want to wait, let alone seek out other males. It takes too long; there may not be anyone out there tonight. Our father is here right outside our door; a sure thing."

Crissy grinned and purred lusciously, stepping away from the window and coming against Gertrude from behind, wrapping her arms around tenderly as she rocked her in soothing rhythm. It calmed Gertrude down a little, but she continued to yowl and mew longingly; Crissy feeling the heat from her sex warming her thighs just as it did to her sisters rear.

"You know that can't last forever," Crissy spoke into Gertrude's triangular ears like a sweet whisper. "Mom and Dad only mate with us so we can understand and better experience our sexual yearnings. They only prepare us for our real goal. Tonight, there are plenty of tomcats out there just begging for queens like us to find them and let them mate with us; all night if we want to. And I promise you the flavors for each one are always different, even better that dad's. But eventually you'll find one you want to hold onto forever; a true mate. That tomcat will be the one you want to give yourself to everyday, wanting his kittens more than anyone else. And he'll feel the same way about you."

Gertrude slid her affectionate and slightly amorous paws up Crissy's arms, rubbing the back of her head lovingly against her chest and neck. "Have you found your mate yet, sis?"

Crissy purred, nuzzling back as one paw bent and reached for one of Gertrude's furry mounds, giving it a good squeeze making Gertrude mew sharply in pleasure. "Not yet, little sister," Crissy answered gleefully, enjoying making her recently come-to-age sister cry and squirm in sexual bliss. "Maybe one of these frisky kitty's outside could be...but I won't find out if we stay in here any longer."

Gertrude pried away from Crissy's grasp spinning around to meet her face to face, smiling as she hugged and groped each other's bodies furthering stirring their lust. Crissy meowed contently as she finally began to break away, grabbing Gertrude by the paw as they climbed out of the window hitting the soft grassy earth. Crissy took a moment to stretch and massage her paws against the dirt, feeling a primal rapture in standing on all fours and taking in the woodland setting. So many opportunities presented these siblings tonight, and they were eager to fulfill their needs, their obligations to their race.

"Lead the way, sis," Gertrude purred, standing side by side as she cocked her head back and inhaled deeply, giggling in excitement.

You're going to make a fine queen, Gertrude Crissy thought proudly, lunging off ahead with her sister following seeking out the first available tomcat to mate with.

* * *

Present day...

The all too familiar ecstacy of transforming into her feline form rushed madly over Crissy, unable to resist changing anymore by this point. Slamming the bedroom door shut she undid her clothing and stripped naked; patches of her snow white fur already blossomed over parts of her skin now flourishing being freed from constricting and tight clothing. Crissy collapsed to her knees, doubled over and heaving as the intensity of the transformation surfaced and brought out sensations she had become too ashamed and embarrassed in.

But it's so good.

Bone's cracking and popping; flesh and muscles pulling and stretching, Crissy growled and purred from the mixed sensation of pain and pleasure as her body was slowly being remolded into a more feline figure. Ears fully grew out into triangular points, her hands and feet stretched and reshaped into feline paws, her spine lengthened to give her body the lithe and flexible physique like any other cat; growing longer at the base above her ass as her tailbone sprouted and flickered into a full length tail.

Should be...downstairs...with my family.

A form of regret surfaced in her feline mentality as she let out a fierce and rousing yowl, realizing she shouldn't be hiding herself away from her sister or her son, Jonah. She had once been proud of what she is; her sister still proud today. Why was she afraid to share this moment with her own kind; to show her son that being a Werecat wasn't something to be ashamed about.

As the changes began to subside; Crissy now standing on all fours as a newly transformed white Werecat, the clarity returning to her mind helped Crissy remind herself exactly why she became distant and embarrassed. She growled to herself; shaking off the lingering pleasurable effects her transformation had caused her; fighting off the rising arousal that came with it, painful though to do so. Standing back on her hindpaws, brushing the rift of her shorten hair now meshed together with her own fur, Crissy took a deep breath and sighed closing her eyes for a moment to focus.

Don't let Gertrude get to you tonight she thought, stretching her still tensed body from the changes as she purred.

Confident that she had control of herself and any baser needs trying to creep up out of her, Crissy turned and opened the door, hesitating for a moment as not all of her nervousness floated away.

Turning to and descending the staircase, Crissy was surprised to find her son Johan racing up the stairs pass her. She caught a grim expression from his face as he didn't bother to stop continuing his ascent and eventually shutting his bedroom door behind him in a huff.

Crissy had also caught, which made her shudder, his son's apparent erection smelling the heavy arousal coming off it.

Ridding any erotic thoughts towards her own son Crissy trampled down the stairs and entered the living room finding her sister and Sabrina mewing and purring in delight over whatever transpired a moment ago.

She was well aware exactly what it could have been, Crissy's feline face would be redder if not for her white fur.

"What the hell do you think you two are doing?" Crissy yowled upsettingly, her tail straightened with the fur rising from tip to up her spine to fully express her disdain.

"Oh, relax sis," Gertrude chuckled, flailing a paw in a joking gesture as she laid back against the couch with her stepdaughter; Sabrina smiling brightly as she rest her head upon her stepmother's lap.

"Relax?" Crissy exclaimed, stepping down into the living room and standing sternly over them. "My son is having a hard enough time dealing being what he is; trying to make sure he can still even live a normal life. What makes you think you two trying to tease him into submission is going to make it any better?"

Gertrude looked up to her sister, her grin not leaving her muzzle but showing she wasn't too pleased with her Crissy's reaction. "Why are you treating this like it's an abomination to have a little fun? We used to do this with every tomcat back when we just finally stopped being kittens."

"You and Mrs. Harrick use to tease other tomcats like this?" Sabrina asked her stepmother, not at all surprised at the fact as she rolled onto her back, tucking in her knees as she hooked her tail between her thighs and caressed its fur.

"That's right, sweety. My sister and I used to roam the wild at home summer home every year when we came-of-age; hunting down all the frisky little tomcats lurking about looking to mate. Every now and again when we found a mate to fuck with we would be naughty queens and make our tomcats sweat; make them squirm until they couldn't take it anymore and dominate us. It might be a bit rough, but rough and wild animal sex always was much better than all that romantic stuff; not that a moment of real and pure passion with the right mate isn't wonderful as well."

"Like with my dad?" Sabrina purred, nuzzling her jet black furry body affectionate against Gertrude.

"Yes dear, like with your father."

The two amorous and horny queens continued to cuddle and sensually caress each other, obvious all this talk about sex driving them crazy with lust. As much as talking about the old days and their antics stirred a bit of haunting arousal in her sex, Crissy remained focused on the real matter at hand.

"What exactly did you do with Johan?" she asked, her voice shuddering from the inescapable sensation of lust the moment before, trying horribly to keep her paws away from her throbbing pussy.

Gertrude laughed, "Nothing, sweetheart. Nothing happened. We just had a little fun teasing your handsome and horny tomcat. I was just interested in see how far along he had become after his first sexual experience."

Crissy managed to force her arousal down, confused at her sister's statement though a part of her already knew the answer the moment she smelled her son earlier this morning. She thought it was bizarre to smell another Werecat masking his scent when she assumed he had been home all night, worried that being out on a full moon night would make it difficult for her son to interact with other humans. It wasn't until her sister and her stepdaughter walked through the door of her house that she had caught that scent again.

"You mean...Sabrina?" she guessed, knowing the answer immediately now sure by the jet black cat's powerful pheromones.

Gertrude, nor Sabrina, answered Crissy verbally. It was their shifting body language and wide grins and mewing that confirmed it. Crissy's world spun, holding her forehead with a paw as she took a seat with next to her kin, in disbelief yet strangely not as frustrated.

"How did this happen?" Crissy asked, looking to both Sabrina and Gertrude for the answer.

Sabrina looked up to her stepmother, seeing her only cock her head back chuckling and purring, rising and laying on her slanted knees as she rested her paws reassuringly over Crissy's left thigh. "It's my fault," Sabrina admitted, though she didn't look ashamed of it. "I could say it was an accident, but when I sniffed out another Werecat at this party I decided to go to just for a quick fuck I couldn't pass up the chance. I didn't even know he was your son until smelled his scent all over the house."

Crissy looked into Sabrina's golden yellow eyes, sensing she wasn't lying about her sincerity towards the incident. She kept a frown as she looked down over herself, grinning warmly as she looked back to Sabrina. "I...I guess it's fine," Crissy stated, running a paw down the back of Sabrina's head and neck to comfort her, making her purr pleasantly. "I just...I don't know how to really make of this. I didn't expect my son to have...well, mated so soon."

"And why not?" Gertrude interjected, giving her sister a somewhat scornful smiled. "Ever cat that comes-of-age always have the urge to mate as soon as possible. It's just our nature."

Crissy scoffed, truly not wanting to discuss nature and sex anymore lest continuing to promote more aggravation to both her psyche and swelling nether regions. "That's not the kind of lifestyle I want my son to fall into. Why can't you respect that?"

Gertrude scoffed as well, slinking from the couch as she climbed off and sultry approached her sister's legs, lying on her knees as she brushed her paws over Crissy's thighs. "Because it's not you, sis. You were never this uptight before. You used to love getting a little action every month, if not every night." Gertrude casually prodded her snout between her sister's legs taking quick but considerate sniffs, purring with a wide grin as she looked back up to her. "And it seems you still do. Your human mate is not the only scent I can detect here, sis."

Crissy flushed, unnoticed under her fur but sensed very well from Gertrude and Sabrina enticing further bother upon her nuzzling and petting. She wanted to tell them to stop, but the words she could cry in a moan-filled gasp were, "What are you talking about?"

Gertrude smiled, showing she was well aware of her sister's little ruse. "You still go out at nights; do you sis?" she said with almost a sinister growl, gently pulling Crissy's legs apart to get a better look at her throbbing vulva. Her lips remained shut as she moaned, inhaling zealously the pheromones of her sister and the mystery tomcat that had left its mark. "Ooo; he smells delicious, much better than that human mate of yours. In fact; this tomcat almost has the same potent smell as your own son. Tell me, Crissy; you sure you haven't been teaching your brood our ways like our parents did for us when we came-of-age?"

"I dunno mother," Sabrina spoke, leaning in between Crissy legs as well getting a good whiff of the strong scent her stepmother was so intrigued by. "Jonah is a very wild and passionate lover, but I could tell it was his first time; inexperienced."

"Is that so?" Gertrude cooed, licking her lips before she stuck her snout against Crissy's sex bathing her wet and rough tongue vigorously.

Crissy's paws were late to protest her sister's erotic behavior, finding that her own body was fighting her wishes to control them and herself. The stimulation Crissy's sister was giving to her helped soothe the heat of her need; if just for a moment, idle paws reaching around the back of both Gertrude and Sabrina's head to let them lap as much as they desired. Her head began to fall back against the couch, hips slowly heaving in an uncontrolled pace; her mind imagining her kin's feverish tongues being the trembling rods of all the tomcats she had ever been mated by. A soft yowl escaped her muzzle as she felt her pussy began to wet inside and seep through her vulva causing the hungry horny kitties licking her happily to lap faster.

So...horny. I need...I need...Fuck, I need...

Crissy's mind began to focus on one particular tomcat she had met long ago. He was one of the few that treated all his mates with dignity and respect; one of the few Werecats that kept passion in all his deeds. The last of the romantic Werecats. It was difficult to picture his coat and form, but she knew it was him; his silhouette outlined behind the bright glow of the full moon above them, that night in the woods. He would occasionally revert to their primal behavior of lust, thrusting madly for release. But if there was any sign of his mate showing distress or pain He would control his pace and whisper into her ears if she was alright. His thoughtfulness and amorous caring was why Crissy believed he was the one she was meant to be with; the one that marked her and forever made her wince in agony every moment they were apart; her soul mate.

"There's my sister," Gertrude's voice invaded Crissy's memories. "You shouldn't be ashamed of what you are. That's what dad always told us; remember sis?"

Suddenly Crissy was bombarded with flashes of deeper memories of her past, meshing together with her intimate moment with her mate. Each flash painted a picture of her first true sexual experience the time she had become mature enough to mate; when all she could think about was sex and mating. In order to fully understand her urges and to better understand what it will be like when the time came to seek out fertile tomcats, her own parents would call her into their chambers and teach her the only suitable way they knew how.

Each passionate lick from Crissy's mate; a tender, yet rough lap from her mother. Gentle groping of her breasts from her mate's paws; a similar squeeze coming from her father. The meshing of fur and flesh, the feeling of a love bite upon the nape of her neck; even the sensation of being mounted and fucked were becoming intertwined. Only when the images of the past finally left her could Crissy truly feel like her eyes were wide open, shocked at the appearance of her mate. Coated in dark and light brown fur with glowing yellow eyes, she realized her mate copulating with her was Crissy's own son, gazing upon her in a lustful trance as he continued to thrust himself deeply into her own mother.

It was with that Crissy finally broke away from her sexual trance, shooing Gertrude and Sabrina away from her lap as she leapt to her hindpaws and stumbled across the room away from the horny creatures.

"Sis?" Gertrude asked, confused to why her sister began to behave so erratic once more.

Crissy was silent, keeping her back turned to them until she exhaled a heavy sigh. "Gertrude; I'm not the same cat anymore. I mean; what I do with my life outside of this house isn't my family's concern, but I will not become our parents." She finally turned back to them slowly, sobbing. "I don't know why I ever let them con me into believing mating whenever we felt like it was alright. Maybe it would help the species survive to just get knocked up over and over again by random strays...but what about love?"

Gertrude looked to her stepdaughter, and then back to her sister perplexed. "Honey; we can still love. That never changed; finding the right tomcat has always been our goal in life. Fucking is fun and all, but it wouldn't be as meaningful if we didn't find a mate to settle with."

"Apparently, not all of our kind thinks that way."

Gertrude's mouth opened and closed, not sure of how to get through to her big sister until her eyes lit up and she gasped in astonishment. "This is because of him, isn't it? I always wondered why you two never stayed together after..."

"It's more than just him, Gertrude," Crissy sobbed, raising her voice. "We're a sick race. We mate almost ten times more than anyone on the face of the planet. For goodness sake; we even mate with our own families just to get off. We're monsters. We're no better than Werewolves."

"Well, at least we don't kill aimlessly for food like they do."

"That's not the point. All our lives Werecat's seem to be only driven by one common goal; to mate. It feels like it should be the only thing we are allowed to think or do instead of wanting to live out our lives any other way. It's also worse when you those you do fall in love with admit the same thing, and then go ahead a fuck the next tomcat or queen later all because we were horny at the time and needed to relieve ourselves. And we treat it as if it's just our Nature? Do you think it was merely just simple teachings our parents put us through when they made out and fucked us? Are we absolutely sure that there is any real love between marked Werecats even after they continue to mate with others?"

Gertrude frowned and looked away, lying back against the bottom of the couch; Sabrina having kept quiet the whole time listening to the argument.

"That's why I'm ashamed of what I am; of whom I was. And there is no way I will subject my son to the same treatment. I want him to be able to understand he doesn't have to be ruled by his baser instincts; that he has the right to find the one he loves and then move on to pursuing whatever meaningful life he can find with her outside promiscuous sex."

"And what if that sweet love of his happens to be Sabrina here?" Gertrude responded as innocently as possible.

Crissy's cheeks swelled pressing her lips hard from saying anything too sudden she couldn't take back before answering, rejoining her kin in the center of the room. "Sabrina; don't take this the wrong way, I hope you really consider whether what you and my son did last night was appropriate. I know you two technically aren't related, but I still think it is a bit unusually for cousins to mate for life. I don't even know if Jonah is comfortable with it either after what you two did scaring him off like that. Please, really think about it; what kind of life you think you two will lead if you stayed together. If that's what he wants then I can't stop him, but be sure that's what..."

"It is," Sabrina interrupted, lying on her belly across the couch resting her forepaws over the armrest and head held high and self-assured. "I promise you; Mrs. Harrick, I love him more than just the sex. I know he is the one; I can feel it. We marked each other."

"You see, hun?" Gertrude giggled, lying down with her stepdaughter combing the thick tuff of what remained as Sabrina's hair affectionately; Sabrina bringing her head back to nuzzle her stepmother fondly. "Sabrina couldn't stop talking about that boy all day today. The two of them are meant to be."

Crissy sighed, running a forepaw over Sabrina's cheek. "I wish it was clear-cut, Sabrina; I really do. But being 'marked' doesn't necessarily mean you two are going to have a wonderful life together."

"And how would you know?" Gertrude responded harshly, quieting the room for a bit until she smiled and laughed. "Alright, sis. I know you're quite done chatting away about the past. Let's not turn our small and short family reunion into a feud now. Wouldn't want to worry your son now, would we? How about we just relax and sit down to a nice movie for a while."

Gertrude stood up on all fours as she leapt off the couch and strut into the kitchen where she left her bags, rummaging through one of them.

"Should I grab Jonah, Mrs. Harrick?" Sabrina asked politely.

Crissy smiled wearily. "You can call me Aunt Crissy, dear. And maybe we should leave him be for now. If he gets a bit more comfortable to all this he'll come back down."

Gertrude mewed ecstatically, racing back into the living room still on all fours with a DVD case clasped within her maw. Sabrina snatched it playfully from her stepmother's mouth as she crawled off the couch herself and went to place the DVD in the player this living room TV had.

"What are we watching tonight?" Crissy asked nervously.

"Our favorite movie when we stopped being kittens, my dear," Gertrude deviously crooned.

Crissy moaned, smiling as she shook her head taking a seat on the far left of the couch; Gertrude in the middle while Sabrina sat on the far right cuddling against her. The two sultry queens mewed rowdily as the title "Cat People" came to the TV Screen.