Day 11 - Feline (Patreon)

Woman: Swift Creek Photos
Cat: Furlined 

Chloe had just seen her husband Stefan off to work. She puttered around the kitchen and breakfast nook, cleaning up their breakfast dishes and putting things away, Spots, their cat, had been fed and the water changed. So far the morning routine was going as it always had. Chloe had just decided to head out to look after their small assortment of animals and was heading to the door. She fed and watered the animals in the barn and scattered grain for the chickens. The handful of eggs were returned to the kitchen. Spots, as was her usual style, decided at that moment that she needed some attention and began to rub herself against Chloe’s feet. Absent-mindedly, Chloe reached down to pet the animal. A familiar and most unwelcome cold wind filled the room. Chloe knew, without having to think about it, what was going to happen.

Her hands were first to change. Fingers quickly shortened into paws and nails sharpened into claws. Soon a familiar spotted pattern of fur began to grow. This quickly spread up both arms. Her arms changed shape until they were identical to those of the now missing cat. The change spread across her back and tummy. Fur sprouted and her body changed to a more feline shape. After only a few moments, the change reached her hips and spread down her legs. As expected, her legs began a quick transformation to those of a cat. Within minutes, she found herself in possession of a spotted cat’s tail as well. Shaking her head, she realized she had the ears of a cat as well.

The day was spent doing cat-like things (as there wasn’t any choice, really). She slept a lot. She climbed the cat tower. She ate the cat food she’d put out in the morning. Oddly enough, event he kibble tasted good. It wasn’t until she heard the motor of Stefan’s car that she realized one other thing she’d been feeling all day long. She was fertile and needed a male. Spots, of course, had been neutered but Chloe wasn’t the neutered cat Spot had been. She was intact and desperate for him. Unable to control herself, she jumped from the perch she’d been resting on. She couldn’t resist rubbing her scent on his legs. He was hers, after all.

“Oh no. Not again,” was his response.

“I need …” she began, arching her back and presenting her tail to him.

“No. Not that. We can’t …”

“I need it now”, she insisted reaching up to paw at the front of his pants. “Please!”

“You’re too small.”

The cold wind, at that moment, chose to spin about the room and Chloe felt the room shrink about her. Soon she was more human in size. Once again she pushed on him, placing her whole weight agains his chest, forcing him onto the sofa. She was not to be denied and, in the end, they did make love of sorts in the front room. Afterwards, her purr filled the house until the cold wind returned her to normal.

“I hope we don’t regret this,” was his comment.

“Me either,” Chloe agreed. “But it was so intense and demanding.”

“It was definitely that,” was all Stefan could think to say.