Sandy Vrooman
I'm one gorgeous cat. I let him live with me. He brings mates home who never purr when he strokes them. I wish he would listen, but when he most needs instructions, he throws me out.
I love to strut on point, tail high, to show I'm ready for pleasure. His last mate slams the door. We are alone.
I rub against him. He rubs my stomach. I'm in ecstasy. He says I'm more loving than any human female, wishes I could be his mate. I perk up my ears. How I have waited to hear these words. Just two more times.
I rub all over him, butt him with my head, lick his arms, purr while I writhe in his lap. His sex grows. He wishes I were his mate!
He wishes again, three times in one day! I have permission. I shape-shift!
I stretch and loose my fur, my arms and legs grow. My paws become fingers, but I keep my claws. He's been drinking. He thinks he's dreaming. His hard sex smells good. He enters me finishing quickly, not like a cat who can go again and again.
I mark him with scent, give him little love bites. I stroke and lick his sex and I feel him come back. We will mate again!
When we wake, he is frightened. I tell him I am his wish. I can see his sex harden. I go to him. He is learning to moan. I turn over and invite him to come in from the back like an animal. He does, but doesn't bite the back of my neck. I will have to teach him that.
I am hungry. I like human food. He says I must use tools or eat with my hands not lick the plate. This is stupid.
I begin to groom and caress myself, he helps. He has learned to bite and snarl. I have taught him well. He now licks the plate.
We have romped for several days, now it's difficult to rouse him. His sex looks like a dead and furless baby rat. He is used prey, almost breathing.
I do what I must. I bite his neck and drink his blood. As I finish, I change back into my cat shape.
The cleaning woman screams. She speaks into that black thing. People arrive and are truly shocked by what they find. They have no clue.
I am taken to one of those terrible places with cages and the smell of scared animals screaming their fear. I groom and wait. A human male looks into my cage. I begin to dance and strut. I look at him with trusting eyes and purr. He cannot resist. He takes me home.
First published: November 2005
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