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[b][u][center]Power over the Cat[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]For Rayoelgatubelo[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Ray shook his head as the human pilot left the house next door. He vaguely knew Bill, as much as any neighbor that didn’t like the people next door knew their neighbor. Always in and out, always leaving the place unguarded, always heading off to other places in the world. They didn’t get along, mostly because Bill assumed that there was something between him and Cara, the pilot’s wife.

There was, of course, but not what Bill assumed there was.

He turned away from the window as the pilot kissed his wife goodbye, knowing that there’d be a signal soon enough. Pulling at his shirt buttons a few times to loosen them, he walked towards the back windows of the second floor. Flickers of his current form passed by the corners of his eyes as he walked down the hall, a dark-haired man with a vaguely native complexion and a quirking smirk building up at the edge of his mouth. It wasn’t a bad look, but it wasn’t his best one. Not by a long shot.

He reached his bedroom in time to look down at the other house, seeing Cara shutting the door and stepping back into the living room. She was quite attractive, for a human. A little older than his tastes went, and particularly compared to many of his partners, but there was something about the confidence that she had that got to him. He watched her stretch, saw the Korean woman push her chest forward and stared down into her cleavage from his little balcony. The sight had him licking his lips.

Then she turned, and smirked back at him.

It wasn’t the coy finger curl of a housewife that was cucking her husband with a bull that she liked more that she did. No, she just pointed straight at the ground, summoning him with an imperious gesture like he was some slave from the old times. Unfortunately, there was no way for him to ignore that.

He started to step away, but saw her shaking her head, pointing down more firmly. Did she –

Oh, she did. She wanted him to make the jump. And there was no way that he could really say no without pissing her off.

Groaning, Ray pulled the window open and pulled himself out onto the sill. He balanced on it easily enough, as that was just part of his heritage, and then leaped forward. The wind passed by him, rushing up as the ground came to meet him –

He grabbed the windowsill on the ground floor of Cara’s house. His arms held tight, but the rest of his body kept falling, right into the rosebushes. The prickly feeling of dozens of thorns stabbing into his arms and chest had him growling, and the laughter from inside the house didn’t help as the window opened.

“You really aren’t very cat-like right now, are you?”

“I’m in human form. You expect me to jump like a predator like this?”

“I expect you to do what you’re told, like a good boy.”

The tone of an educator always annoyed him, but there was no back talking this one, not with the things that she suspected of him and the trouble that she could get him in. The lady he preferred – Lacey – was one of Cara’s students…and also rather in the danger zone for someone like him. One word from Cara, and an investigation would start up, and that was the last thing he needed.

So, he obeyed as he stepped into her house through the window. The woman was already half-naked. She’d been in a bathrobe when she’d kissed her husband goodbye, and now she was in less, just her underwear left as she looked him up and down. Despite the minute wrinkles on her face and a few little marks along her sides, there was an appeal to the older woman that he couldn’t deny, his cock throbbing slightly in his pants.

She looked him up and down before flicking her finger at his clothes.

“Get those off. I want to get started.”

“Mmmph. Fine.”

Ray pulled off his shirt, then his socks. His pants joined the pile a moment later, his cock twitching slightly in his underwear, and Cara chuckled.

“That’s a reminder of home that I didn’t need. It’s a good thing you grow so much in your other form.”

“Please, I’m bigger than anyone that you would have seen out there.”

“If you are, I can’t see the difference. Off with the underwear.”

And down they went, his cheeks burning slightly at the unfortunate comparison. He knew a few kitsunes that weren’t that big down there in human form either, but he’d always thought that he could at least outclass that. Some of the guys that were lions or other stuff like that were a little harder to deal with, but…

He pushed his underwear down, letting it pool around his ankles before he pushed it to the side, and Cara chuckled. She reached over, grabbing him by the dick and giving it a tight squeeze. It took everything he had not to gasp, and just hold a stern face instead.

“This little thing wouldn’t bother Lacey so much, I think, but the monster that it’ll become…heh. I hope that you’re being careful, Ray, or I’ll have to do something about that.”

[i]Anyone else said that, and I’d have to find a way to make them disappear. Why can’t I do that with you?[/i]

The answer came quickly enough, as she pulled down her panties and shoved them in his face, grinding the wet spot in the front against his nose. Even in human form, he could smell all those pheromones, all those horny scents in anticipation of what he was going to do with her. She was already more than ready, and was just getting him prepped.

“Get changed, Ray. I want to see you turn into my preferred lover.”

He had no problem with that. Always eager to leave his human form behind, Ray only had to let the beast loose. He growled as his fur started growing, the black color spreading down his arms and legs, pressing out through his pores and replacing the body hair that he already had. The thick thatch of it down around his cock was turned into a sheath, wrapping tight around his cock and pulling it down for the moment, transferring the transformation to it.

Groaning at the cracking going down his spine, Ray fell to his knees, encouraged by the pressure on his shoulders. He growled, his fingers curling as the nails turned into claws, his arms popping and pushing outwards, the bones and the muscles expanding at a rapid rate, becoming less and less human arms and more and more the limbs of a beast.

His legs were no different, his feet arching and lengthening, the ball of his foot pressed down against the ground as the ankle rose, pushing upwards and stretching further and further from the rest of his foot.

“That’s it, Ray. Get rid of that pesky humanity, and become a good little beast for me. Be a horny kitty for me to fuck.”

Her tone made him feel like a kid sent to the principal, commanding and condescending at once, despite her small stature and surprisingly deceptive smile. He looked up, panting as she fingered herself over him, drooling her juices down on his face. Not as much as a were, and not nearly as much as a kitsune, but a lot.

[i]What are you…that you can get at me like this?[/i]

He groaned, feeling his body stretching, his spine popping as it started growing longer and longer, pushing him up. He went from staring at her pussy to staring at her belly, and then her breasts as he got taller and taller, his body warping all the time. His fur spread quicker, soon covering him from head to toe.

As his muscles popped in, transforming him from someone lean but fit to a muscled, trim predator, he could feel the other changes coming with it. The sensation of his ears rolling up the side of his head, lengthening and reshaping into triangular shapes to catch all sounds. The feeling of his tail slurping out through his back, thrusting outwards and twitching as soon as it had the length to do it. The strange tingle of pads spreading across his palms and along the bottom of his paws. And most of all, the tickling feeling of his barbs.

He growled, his cock pushing back out of his sheath, the rounded, uncut head slowly pushing out as a barbed tip, little bumps spread out along the edge and getting more and more obvious as he got more and more aroused. The pink rod pushed further out, and then further still, getting longer by the second as the length piled on. His formerly four-inch cock was dwarfed in seconds, with five inches, six, seven, eight, and finally nine inches pushing free, throbbing hard and eagerly twitching for attention.

The human reached down, pinching the head with one hand, and he gasped through a mouth that was slowly filling with sharp teeth. Cara chuckled.

“Now, tell me, Ray, have you been using this on other people?”

“Mmmph…Of course.”

“And have you been keeping safe?”

“…Mostly.”

“That’s not enough.”

She pinched hard, her nails raking over the barbs of his cock in a painful way that left him groaning, panting, much like one of the bitches whose nipples he’d pinched and wrenched around. He didn’t like that, but at the same time, he throbbed just as hard as ever.

“Now, did you turn anyone?”

“No, not…not yet.”

“Good. Now, make sure that you don’t do that again.”

[i]Good god, what is she? Why do I let her do this?[/i]

The panther groaned, his face the last thing to change as the familiar pressure started pushing out from behind his nose and mouth. His lips and nostrils went with it, extending out from his face and getting more and more prominent. They melded together to form a muzzle, his new teeth filling it in and his tongue getting harder, raspier, rougher inside. He could feel it against the roof of his mouth, the perfect thing to keep fur clean or to stimulate certain parts of the body.

Cara smiled as he finished his transformation, and he looked down to see her spreading her legs. He knew what was going to be called for.

“Eat me out, pussy-cat.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He went between her legs, nudging his head upwards in an awkward angle as he traced her juices up from her thighs to her pussy. Some body hair got in the way, but nowhere near as much as he’d heard would be from other women in other places. The taste was…surprisingly decent, compared to some days. She must have changed her diet.

He dragged his tongue into her, feeling her shuddering and shivering above him as her pussy clamped down on his tongue. The way that she was immediately grinding on his face told him that Bill wasn’t giving her nearly what she needed, though considering that the human wasn’t a were, he doubted that anyone that Cara could have married would have done that.

[i]She said that she was used to kitsunes, that first time,[/i] he remembered. [i]Just what the hell did she do with them that got her so addicted?[/i]

Then again, he remembered how fast Lacey had got addicted to him. They were already eager to keep playing, with his tongue giving her all the pleasure she could get, and her little body –

“Keep licking, Ray, no daydreaming.”

She gave him a light smack to his cock, sending the rigid rod flying back and forth, and he got back to work in a hurry, dragging his tongue up and down along her sex, giving it all the attention he could muster.

It didn’t take long before she was grabbing the back of his head and just grinding, fucking herself on his face. It was soaking his fur, his cheeks, everything with her scent and taste, but he didn’t mind. It was surprisingly pleasant, and he growled under her, encouraging it, licking her pussy lips and between them.

They were hot and puffy, and not just from her arousal. Her dripping sex was swelling up from the rough licking he was giving it, getting hotter and more sensitive with each lick of his rasping tongue. It was tight inside, swelling up, and he grinned as he imagined how hot and tight she would feel when he got himself inside of her.

His cock throbbed harder at that, and he reached up, trying to grab her, but she swatted his hands away. She never let him hold her or direct her, just let him be the toy that she used to get off. Grinding away, thrusting against his face, almost humping along his tongue.

It was finally enough, and she came, spurting her juices out all over his face. It was like a bitter-sweet shower, something that he knew he’d be wearing for a while before he had a chance to properly shower and get it off of him. She made sure of that. Cara chuckled above him, grinding on his face for a few seconds before finally sliding off him.

He groaned, rubbing his cheeks and at least getting his eyes clear before he was able to look up again. The woman had pulled off her bra as well, finally baring everything to him, and he groaned at the sight. She was beautiful, in her own way. Old, definitely more mature than any of the weres that he preferred, and much older than Lacey was, though that was part of the problem. She had some sort of passion to her, though, some sense of command and need that none of his other partners had, and that was what kept drawing him back, he decided. Not the exoticness, not the fact that she was married. Just…that.

He got on the floor, knowing what was coming next, and Cara smiled, leaning down and rewarding him with a pat on the head and a scritch behind the ear.

“Learning your place in this relationship really well, aren’t you, pussy-cat?”

“I’m doing what I have to do to make sure that I stay out of jail. The last thing I need is to get in trouble, particularly with Lacey –”

“Ah ah, no mentioning my student right now, or I’ll start making this much harder for you.”

She pulled out a condom, probably something that she’d grabbed before she’d even started this. It was much bigger than most of the sets he saw at the store, and he again wondered where she got these triple-thick condoms that were made for weres, or so it seemed. There was another mystery that he’d need to solve at some point, for his own curiosity if for no other reason.

She rolled it down his cock, making sure to press it down and pull at the tip occasionally to make sure that the reservoir formed. It was hard for him to take it, considering he wanted to rip it off and fuck her bare as nature intended, but he knew that would only get him into worse trouble.

[i]She wants me to be safe, and thus, she’s going to make me stay safe. And besides, if she’s this confident, she’s got something on me that’ll play if I ever actually make a move against her.[/i]

That was his excuse for staying still, at least. He didn’t want to think about what the reality might be, particularly when he throbbed as she tightened it around the base a little, pushing it down around the bottom of his cock and then gripping it tight, smoothing it out until it was nearly skintight, no chance of pulling it off with claws.

“There, now there’s no chance of you leaking inside of me. Ready for a ride, pussy-cat?”

“Ready for something…”

“Good.”

She straddled him, pushing him down and grinding her sex against his cock. Despite the thickness of the condom, he could feel everything, the beast’s shaft much more sensitive than his own by some way. He groaned as she started to push down on him, pinning his cock against his belly fur and rubbing him back and forth, her pussy sliding from the base to the tip and then back down again.

Several times he stretched his hands up, trying to get a grip on her hips, but each time she smacked him down again, forcing him to keep his hands to his side.

“Ah ah. This is my ride. You get to have your fun when I decide.”

He growled under his breath, staring up at her with bared teeth, but it didn’t seem to matter in the slightest to her. All that mattered was her pleasure, and how good she apparently felt as she started grinding and sliding, rubbing and riding his cock.

She moved back and forth, up and down, making sure to coat all parts of the underside of his cock with her juices before she slowly pulled it up, making the tip point towards the ceiling. He could feel her slipperiness as she dragged herself along it, still teasing, not letting him move – or at least, him not daring to move – as she started to grind and slide her pussy against the very tip. She didn’t even put it inside of her, just gyrated around the head, grinding down on the sensitive spot.

He moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as she used him, making his claws pop and then grind against the carpet beneath him. She chuckled.

“What’s the matter, hmm? Kitty not used to waiting for what he wants?”

“Mmmph…no…”

“Good. You need to learn patience.”

She pushed down, just a bit, taking his cock into her pussy by an inch or so. It wasn’t much, but it was infinitely better than the constant torment of having to deal with her pussy only touching the head of his shaft. Ray moaned, his eyes rolling back in his sockets, but no sooner had he started enjoying it than the pleasure disappeared, pulled back from him almost vengefully. He whimpered, whining in cat-fashion.

“Mmmph, please, please, don’t do this.”

“I’ll do whatever I please, Ray. That’s our deal, remember?”

Their deal. She gets all the pleasure, and he got all the annoyance, because she was blackmailing him. Usually, weres had it the other way around. They would be the one with all the power, holding all the cards, able to do whatever they wanted to someone because they were the one in charge. It was so strange and so wrong to be the one on the bottom, to be the one without any power, and he didn’t know why he was so hard from it.

Again, Cara slowly slid down on him, and this time he held back his moan, just taking it as she started to ride the very head of his cock. He knew from past experience that this was nothing but a tease, that she could take the whole thing all at once if she wanted, but was just doing this to remind him of his place, of how much she was going to abuse him and use him.

Up and down, up and down, each thrust giving her a little more inside, each time making him moan in response. He groaned under his breath, his claws sinking into the carpet again as she started to slide lower, and lower, and lower still.

The little Asian woman on his crotch was slowly taking the whole thing, and eventually popped the hilt of his cock into her. He groaned under his breath louder than ever, his teeth grinding against each other as he tried to hold out. Her fingers trailed through his fur, long nails stroking over his nipples as she went down.

“Poor, sweet little Ray. You want to cum in my pussy, hmm? You wish that you could breed me the way that you want to do to little Lacey? Turn her into your little thrall, like you could do with me?”

Despite himself, he nodded. The fantasy had hit him more than once, and it would take away this threat once and for all, all giving him what he needed. Cara chuckled.

“Well, you’ll never have that. Not while I’m around, and not while I’m watching over her. And watching over your stupid, fuzzy butt.”

She started to really ride him, then, bouncing her hips up and down, fucking herself on his condom-covered cock. Despite the anger, despite his annoyance, he was getting so horny, so hard under that condom, and it was so tight around him that the thickness meant nothing for him in terms of decreasing his sensitivity. Ray groaned again and again, gasping as his hips tried to thrust up, and only didn’t because he made them stay down. He couldn’t piss her off. He couldn’t get this worse.

Up and down, up and down she rode, making herself a bouncing, sexual fantasy as her breasts bounced with her. His cock throbbed harder and harder, and he imagined what it would be like if she tormented him with those things, grinding them up against his cock as she sucked on it, pushing his seed down her throat until she transformed from swallowing a feast of it.

It was too much. Ray groaned, his hips twitching in micro-thrusts as he came, filling the condom again and again, the bloated heat spreading around the latex shaft.

No sooner had he cum than she started riding him harder than ever, hitting him with a painfully strong dose of pleasure. Ray screamed, yowling like the big cat he was as if he was burned, and slammed his head back against the floor in protest.

“Stop! STOP!”

“Hehehe, how many times have you heard that, you big kitty? How many times have you had people shouting that to you? No, no, I’m not stopping until I have my pleasure. Not until I cum from you.”

She kept riding him, and the panther groaned, gasping, panting for air as she did so, his cock throbbing in fiery pain and pleasure. It was like she was grinding his dick off from how hard and sensitive he was, using him as a living dildo.

To his great relief, she didn’t take much longer to cum after that, though the sudden contractions of her pussy over his cock almost dragged him over the edge to a second, forced orgasm. His eyes rolled back in their sockets and he thrust his hips upwards despite himself, his back arching against the floor as he was milked almost continuously by her twitching hole. Pain and pleasure melted together into something that was almost impossible to define, let alone take.

He flopped back as she slid off of his cock, and his head was spinning as she pulled his condom off of his cock. She tied it off, and dropped it by his head. The whole thing was like his fist, a balloon of seed that had swollen up and almost gotten trapped in her.

Before he could say anything about her being lucky, he heard the rip of another condom wrapper. His eyes went wide as he looked up just in time to see her sheathing his cock in another layer, wiping off the cummy base and getting it ready to slide into her again.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

“I never kid, Ray. I’m not done yet, and I want to see just how good this monster feels in my ass.”

“Your – oh, shit.”

He groaned, his toes curling in fear and anticipation. He was still so sensitive, and while cats had a much better refractory period than human males, he was already thinking of how much he needed to get at least a minute or two of no stimulation.

She didn’t even need to do more than lube him up before she turned around, her smooth ass pushing down on his cock. He stared as his shaft slipped between her ass cheeks, his cock throbbing and twitching with desperation to breed and to have relief, but there was no way that both of those needs would be satisfied.

She pushed back, and his cockhead popped past her rim, slipping inside of her and into a completely different hole than her pussy. It was tighter, but smoother on the inside, with less of the stimulating textures that came from the walls of a pussy. She rolled her hips, making the pointed tip of his cock bump at her insides a few times before pulling back off, his cock popping past her rim again, and again.

It was infuriating how she fucked her ass on the very tip of his cock, particularly knowing that she could take so much more than that. He had seen her ass swallow him up before, though it had been some time.

[i]Ugh, how does she…how does she justify all this to her husband? She’s gotta be a wreck every time that he comes back, but he never says anything.[/i]

Maybe it was because Ray never impregnated her, so he never had the full evidence of what she’d done. Maybe Bill was that shallow.

Whatever the reason, she was riding his cock with abandon, slamming her ass cheeks further and further down his shaft, swallowing him up into her tighter hole and making him moan for more. Everything inside was so hot, so slippery, so eager for him, and his cock was no longer hurting. He started to enjoy it again, even when she reached down and started fondling his balls with her longer nails, almost like claws getting ready to stab into him as he came too early.

She pulled on his sack, dragging it down when he started moaning, and let it go when he stopped thrusting up. Her hips were surprisingly powerful, still riding him, still using him as a living dildo as he laid there, drooling into the condom and filling it up with pre.

For a moment, he half-hoped that her clenching hole would pull on the shaft, and that all the cum still on his cock would make the condom too slippery to hold. It wouldn’t be the first time that someone had underestimated how much cum weres shot out, and how it affected the condoms that they could wear.

But it didn’t happen. All that happened was that Cara rode him faster, squeezing him on the way down, pulling his condom even tighter. It made everything so much more stimulating, and he slumped back down, his hands twitching as he fought the urge to grab her, claw her, rut her, use her the way that she was using him. It was such a temptation, so hard to resist, that it almost overpowered him.

But no, he had to hold back, had to just take it, had to be…

A good kitty.

[i]Fuck, she’s taming me…[/i]

And it wasn’t something he could fight. He knew that he had to hold out because of the blackmail, but he would never admit that he liked this, the way that she took charge and everything. He bit his lips, trying to hold back his moans as her ass cheeks clapped down against his crotch, slamming down around the base of his sheath every time that she rode him now.

“Gonna…gonna cum, Cara.”

“Heh, you can cum anytime you like, kitty, but if you think I’m stopping, you’re wrong.”

He groaned, trying to hold back, but just like before, he could feel his pleasure bubbling up inside of him, getting ready to blow into the condom like before. He tried to hold back, tried to keep himself from blowing his load already, knowing the pain that would come afterwards from the hyper-sensitivity, but his pleasure just kept rising and rising, getting stronger and stronger as he oozed into the condom. He could almost imagine how it would feel when he came, wondering if it would be like a knot in the end of the condom from how much seed would be splattering inside of it.

That image pushed him over the edge, and he growled louder than ever, yowling as her ass milked him into orgasm and into her. He moaned, growled, yowled as he shot rope after rope of cum into the bulging condom, filling it almost to the bursting point, and he could feel Cara shuddering above him –

“Ooooh yes!”

As she went over the edge to orgasm as well, squeezing down hard. She shuddered around his cock, her inner walls clenching and pulsing around his shaft, and he half-hoped that it would pop the condom as it got bigger and bigger, spreading his corruptive, transforming seed inside of her.

But no. It didn’t.

Instead, she pulled herself up from his cock and started walking away, her ass gaping for a bit before it started closing again, and she pulled her bathrobe back on. Cara was halfway to the kitchen, leaving him panting and groaning, as she turned to look at him.

“I have some kimchi half-made already, and some beef radish soup won’t be long. Stick around if you’re hungry.”

“Mmmph…”

“You did a good job, Ray. You can at least get fed for it.”

“MMmph.”

He would have something better to say than that soon, he hoped. Right now, his body was just…wrecked. What was it about that woman? What the hell was it about that woman that drew so much out of him? It was like dealing with a lady in heat, except that he could do that and had. Yet…

[i]Damn it, Cara…[/i]

Slowly, he got up, his cock half-hard still and dangling with the droopy condom at the end as he walked to the kitchen. He sat down on a stool, panting, and waited for the kimchi. That was one thing that he would never turn down.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]