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A Cat's Fantasy

"A Cat's Fantasy" is Copyright 1994 Panther Free Press.  Distribution is
permitted in electronic format, as long as  1) the entire text (including
this disclaimer) remains intact and in all 5 parts and 2) My e-mail address
remains on the work (Catt03@aol.com)  It appears at this web site by
permission of the author.  Permission is also given to print this text out
for personal use.

This is (unfortunately) a work of fiction.  It depicts sex, lots of sex.
 Lots of quite graphic sex between several genders and arguably several
species.  Af any of this offends you, or anything vaguely pornographic
bothers you, don't read this, and don't send me your nasty e-mail (I may
enjoy it, you know...)

Being a work of fiction, none of the characters herin are based on a real
person (Save the narrator, who is me...)  And similarity to any person alive,
dead, undead or unalive is coincidental, totally.  However, if you see
yourself or someone you know in a character be honored.  You've been
immortalised.

Now sit back in your easy chair, pull up a glass of 2% milk, and enjoy "A
Cat's Fantasy"

---part 1

She wanted me to arrive alone to her place and everything would be 'taken
care of' for me.  And that I should have two weeks free.  We had spend the
last six months exchanging e-mail, and we had a phone conversation as well.
 When she invited me, I was very excited.  Heck, I almost felt like my heart
would explode!

When I arrive, she greets me at the door.  We talk about nothing in
particular.  The weather, the basketball game, her apartment.  She then taps
her leg and says "Come."  I do.  "So you call yourself a cat?" she asks
innocently.  I nod.  She gently scratches me behind my ears, which I quite
enjoy.

She lazily trails her fingers through my hair, scratching ever so gently.  My
head rolls back reflexively.  She reaches down into my shirt and removes it.
 Things progress quickly as she strips me bare.  She has me lay down on the
ground on my back as she masturbates me.

Her insistant hands milk me.  I feel the wave roll over me as my penis throbs
in her hands.  She covers my eyes with her free hand while still stroking me
with the other.  The last spurts dribble down her hand as she lets go.

"Good kitty." she says.  "Good cat."  I feel her rub my arm, and something
poke into it.  Reflexively, my arm tenses up.  "Shhh....." she whispers.
 "Relax...  Everything will be allright soon..." the words drift off as I
feel drowsy.

I awaken somewhere else.  My eyes are shut, I cannot see.  It smells like old
moist hay in spring.  I'm lying on my side.  I feel constricted somehow, but
my arms and legs aren't bound.  I roll onto my stomach.  "Good morning
Tawny!"  It's her voice, soft and sensual.  "Don't worry.  Momma will take
good care of you!"  She wipes my eyes with something wet.

Slowly, my vision comes back like a haze.  I was right, I'm in a barn, laying
on the straw on the floor.  I look at her, she's wearing a body suit of
white.  I can see her face, it's a cat's face.  I feel the twinge in my gut,
and the erection of my penis.

Reflexively, I look down.  Now I know why I feel constricted.  She, or
someone, dressed me in a suit covered in fur.  It feels like leather on my
flesh.  I can see my underbelly is covered in white fur, my paws are brown,
as is most of the rest of my fur.  I feel, and see my fleshy penis grow out
of it's furry sheath and start to grow.

She looks down too.  "A little excited to see me?"  She shuffles closer.
 "I'm excited too, Tawny."  She stands me up on all fours.  I'm standing on
my toes and fingers.  The suit I'm in puts pressure on my legs, arms and back
to make it easier to stand this way.

I try to speak.  Something rasps against my throat, causing pain.  I inhale
fast.  Her expression changes.  "Aww Tawny..." she says stroking me between
my ears.  "You know you can't talk!  Does momma have to reprimand you again?"
 I shake my head.  "Good cat!"  Her voice changes from strict to loving in a
sentence.

Her hands find my hind quarters.  She pushes my tail which I send upwards.  I
feel my tail move as if it were my own.  Her hands massage my hind cheeks
which excites me more.  I feel my penis getting stiffer with every stroke
with her hands.

With my tongue I lick her face gently.  I close my eyes and take it all in.
 She moans softly.  I find myself purring!  She holds me from behind and
pulls gently.  "Mount me Tawny.  Mount me.  Please do it!" she whispers.  I
comply.

Her body feels magical under me.  Her vagina is moist and hot.  Our motion
massaging my fur.  I can feel her nipples harden.  I pump harder.  She claws
with her nails into my sides.  With a growl I nip at her shoulder.  "Good
cat!" she stammers.  "Your mommas favorite cat!  Just like that!  Yes!"

I feel the rush from within, I don't hold it back.  My heart feels like it
wants to explode!  I open my eyes.  I see her head thrown back, eyes shut,
mouth open and a screech stuck in her throat.  I feel the energy flow from me
into her as my body pumps my essence into her.  She tightens underneath me
with a growl of her own before we both slow our pace to a stop.

My penis retract into the fur.  I sidestep her body and lay down on my side
again.  I can smell her juices.  She rolls over as well.  "That's a good
cougar...  Good cougar..."  Her hands find my wet fur.  "We better clean this
up before it gets sticky."  She uses her tongue to lick my fur clean.  I
repay the favor by following her lead.  She isn't being erotic, so I'm trying
not to be either.

The taste of her juices and mine mingle.  The taste isn't bad, I like it.  I
know she's done, and for the most part so am I.  She reverses positions and
gently strokes me behind the ears.  I close my eyes again and enjoy it.  "Now
Tawny," she says softly.  "We're at our masters house.  He's a kind master,
but he does want a few things for us.  Like he wants to see you as soon as we
can get there.  Ok?"  I nod.  "Good!  You'll like him."

She places something over my head that feels cold but familiar.  It's a choke
chain.  She pulls on it gently and I look around.  "It fits!  Good!  Now
let's get over to his quarters, ok?"  I nod again.  She puts a leash on the
collar and gets up.  With a pull I get up.

Now I can see her costume.  She's wearing a white costume with a white tail.
 Her white ears poke out of her blonde hair.  Whiskers poke out of her soft
white muzzle.  All of her fur is very short, almost nonexistent.  She gently
pulls the leash and I walk with her.  Walking is difficult at first, but it
gets easier with practice.  I learn quickly.  She leads me out of the barn.

Our physical location is hard to tell.  It looks like the middle of nowhere,
but it appears to be the midwest.  I can see the wheat starting to grow, and
I can see the horses grazing.  The ground is hardpack dirt, easier to walk on
than hay.  She's leading me into a blue house, the door is open.

On our way in I catch something out of the corner of my eye.  It's large,
black, and on four legs.  I spin to look into the face of a large dog, a
doberman.  Reflexes, I turn to face it teeth barred and growling.  The
doberman stops in it's tracks, looking confused.

"Bad cat!" She says.  "Don't worry about Spike!"  She kneels down and pets
the dog on the head.  "Did the cat frighten you Spike?"  Spike seems happy to
see her.  She pets him for a while and pulls me over.  My heart is in my
throat.  "Now make up you two!"

The dog licks my muzzle.  I exhale quickly and breathe heavily.  Spike licks
my mouth, and I hesitantly return them.  "Good cat!" She says.  "Now come on,
we have to get going.  Seeya later Spike!"  The dog barks once and trots
away.  As he leaves I can see that his sack is very loose, swaying side to
side as he walks.

"Don't worry about Spike."  She tells me.  "He's one of our locals.  He's
friendly."  I'm still shaking, and I guess she can see that because she
kneels down and hugs me.  "Shh...It's over now.  Don't worry."  Her voice
calms me enough so I'm not shivering.  "You'll get over it."  I forgot to
tell her about my thing about dogs.  Oh well.  I'll work on it I guess.

She leads me inside the house.  I hear music, a bluesy jazz.  She leads me
into another room.  Inside there's a man sitting in an easy chair weathered
with wear.  The room is mostly in blue, with some whites and a few browns.
 Everything is faded and beaten, as if it's been there for a while.  He looks
up, and in his eyes I see his smile.

"Snowflake!  It's so good to see you back!"  He stands as I look over to her.
 She smiles too.  They kiss, a passionate kiss, a practiced kiss.  Her tail
sways around gently with her pleasure of greeting.  His hands gently scratch
her back and her neck.  Their kiss is slowly dropped.

Snowflake kneels over me while detaching the leash.  "Master?  I'd like to
introduce you to Tawny.  He's a visitor, but I think he could become a
regular here as well."  He sits back down and taps the chair twice, I catch
the hint.

I walk over.  He scratches me behind the ears, kinda rough.  "Tawny, eh?"  I
can't see Snowflake, but I know he was asking her.  "Your first cub!
 Congratulations!"  He gently pulls me up by my fore-paws.  "Let me get a
look at you."  Now I can see him.

He is a white male, somewhat overweight.  He's wearing a white t-shirt with a
V-neck.  He is also wearing a set of faded overalls.  His glasses sit on his
nose with a simple dignity.  His short, black hair is combed over to one
side.

The Master continues to stroke my face, gentler than before.  "Good boy.
 Now, did Snowflake tell you the rules?"  I shake my head.

"I decided to let you tell him, Master."  Snowflake says.

"Hmm..." he says.  "I suppose.  It is my farm, isn't it?  Well, the rules are
simple really.  You're a carnivore, and I know that.  But don't attack any of
the other large animals.  You're not the only one here, you know.  We have
ponies, pigs, cats, dogs," I shudder reflexively, he catches it.  "Don't
worry, they're safe.  We also have rabbits, a few mice, and a few other
animals.  They're all friendly."

He looses himself in thought for a moment.  "But if you see a regular sized
rat or mouse then go ahead ant kill it if you want."  He smiles, and so do I.
 It must look goofy, he's snickering.  "Besides that everything is fairly
common sense.  Do what you like, don't leave the area, and be understanding
to everyone and everything.  Oh yeah, we occasionally get visitors, people.
 They just want to, well, have sex with some of the animals.  They mean no
harm too and just enjoy them."

He then gets up from the chair and sits on the floor.  "There is one more
thing.  An initiation of sorts." he says.  "Cm'ere."  I do.  He then kisses
my muzzle.  I return them as best I can.  His hands caress my muzzle and his
kisses become deeper, more involved.  So do mine.

Soon he removes his shirt, and starts to undo his overalls.  I lick his face
as the top falls to his waist.  He lays himself down as I put my mouth to his
nipples.  I hear his breathing become deeper, more deliberate.  I can feel
his nipples becoming stiffer, harder.  His hands move around my head,
stroking my neck somewhat.

I feel a hand on my belly.  I look for a moment, Snowflake is under me and
over him, removing his last piece of clothing.  I return to him, and his
hands become insistent against my head.  I lower my body to be on top of his.

Already, I feel the heat of his penis growing stiff under my own.  His hand
gently lifts my muzzle, making me look up.  I meet his eyes.  He nods while
gently pushing me back.  I decide not to hesitate.

I backpedal slightly, bringing myself to his penis.  It's already mostly
hard.  I brush my whiskers against his shaft, making the head swell slightly.
 I lick the tip.  There's the slight twinge of urine to the taste.  He
inhales deeply.  I gently lick down the shaft, still not taking it into
my maw.

On my way back up I feel his leg drape over my side.  I glance up at him.
 His head is tipped backwards.  I take him into my mouth, a little at first.
 I hear a small moan from him.  I take more.  I flick my tongue and swirl it
around him.  I feel his heat in my maw becoming thicker.

A gag reflex hits when I'm most of the way down him.  "Good Tawny!" he
whispers.  "Now again..."  I take his advice and begging a gentle thrusting
motion, but not as far down my throat.  His other leg holds my body pinned to
him.  His stomach tightens and his legs press into my sides.  I reel back
slightly.

"No, don't stop yet!" He says between stolen breaths.  He holds the back of
my head for emphasis.  I taste another fluid, it's very slick.  I can't taste
it, I don't want to.  His heat ignites me, I almost feel as if my saliva
evaporates from him.

I feel his head swell inside my mouth.  He lets out a small groan as his legs
tighten against my ribs.  Master holds my head still as he throbs inside my
mouth.  My first taste of a man fills my mouth and I try to swallow the hot
juices.  My throat gags slightly, causing some to spill out and drip down his
penis.  His body makes one final thrust into me, then relaxes.

"Good cat."  Master whispers.  "Very good..." He trails off.  I lick his
semen from my muzzle.  There's still some cum left in his hairs, and on his
shaft.  I clean it off.  I can taste it now, not as salty as I expected.  I
think I can tolerate it.

Master pulls me up by gently tugging on my chain.  I lay down next to him and
he gently strokes me behind the ears.  "That was very good for your first
time, Tawny!" He says.  He strokes my muzzle gently.  Now there's one more
requirement.  Wait here."  He licks my muzzle again before getting up.

Snowflake sits next to me.  She scratches my tummy, and I find myself on my
back, purring.  Time becomes a mystery for me, but I really don't care.  We
lick, kiss, and generally fondle each other lightheartedly.

Another hand joins us, stroking lower than Snowflake.  My hind leg snaps out
reflexively as I look down.  The hand is black as midnight.  It's furry.  I
look to whom it belongs, it's a black cat.  The newest cat puts one finger on
his maw, and nods.  The hand then strokes my penis.

I'm erect almost instantly.  Snowflake pulls away slightly.  The black cat
moves in front of me.  He kneels on hands and knees.  I can see his penis is
also erect, and his testicles dangle openly.  His tail points straight up,
exposing his hole for me.  A scent catches something in me, something base
and primal.

Without thinking I place my forepaws on his shoulders and drive myself into
him.  He yowls once in surprise, then purrs softly.  His scent makes me feel
dizzy.  I feel as if I need him.  I thrust into him with my whole body, my
hind claws digging into the carpet.  He thrusts against me.  My paws slip
from his shoulders until my chest is on his back.  The feel of his fur
against mine is electric!  I hear a groan, Snowflake is under us both
enjoying herself with his exposed penis!

The three of us move together as one.  His tail sways back and forward
between us.  Our combined scents fills me, excites me.  Snowflake screeches
out, flailing.  My penis demands the release, which I give it.  I feel his
muscles clamping down, milking me for all I can give.  I drive with my legs
and fill him as well as I can.  All my muscles tense around my hips which
tighten with every thrust.  My body delivers for a minute, the final few feel
as if they came from the deepest reserves.  My mount also wails out,
delivering himself into Snowflake.  I feel his muscles tense on my penis,
which excites me to the want of another spray inside him.  A loud meow
escapes my throat instead of semen from my penis.

Our separation is fast, forced.  He quickly cleans my still erect penis with
a water bottle.  His gentle stroking keeps me hard until he stops.  My flesh
recedes into the sheath soon after he's done.  Snowflake kisses him, then me.
 She gently strokes my fur again, and I lose myself into the hedonistic
pleasures of a simple massage.  I open my eyes for a moment, and our feline
lover has gone.

Snowflake takes the leash from the table and locks it on my collar.  "Come on
Tawny, let's get some breakfast."  She stands, somewhat weakly, and leads me
into the kitchen.

I spend the next few days learning the grounds of the farm.  From what I'd
seen it's a full farm.  The fields are growing nicely, as far as I can see.
 I did make friends with Spike, nothing serious however.  There's still that
fear I have of dogs that gets in the way.  But Spike likes being licked in
the face, and so do I.

I met a bipedal white-furred rabbit.  She told me her name was Frost, and she
liked the way my fur looked.  We spend a night together, just her and I.  Her
hands stroke my fur, and her tongue caresses mine.

"I like to greet the new people now and again." she tells me.  "And seeing
that you're a new face, I just wanted to be friendly."  Frost lays down with
me in her room.  With no clothing to inhibit us we let ourselves get to know
each other.

With one paw I find that she likes having her neck brushed on the side.  I
then decide to do this with my tongue and muzzle.  She reaches down to my
tail, and plays with my sac gently.  It doesn't take much of this to bring me
to a full erection.  She lifts my forepaws to straddle her body, then hold my
penis steady.

I arch my back gently.  She stops me before I enter her.  She licks my nose
once.  Then, holding the tip of me inside her vaginal lips, she masturbates
herself using my penis.  I close my eyes as she gently pulls the tip down,
then up, then down.  I meow softly.  She inhales and I smell her musk in the
room.  I look down on her, her glassy eyes reflect my image and her mouth
opens slightly to let a small groan escape.

"Now." She whispers.  I lick her nose as I push into her.  "Hmmmm...." she
groans, "I've always liked the cats that come by here..."  She kisses me.  I
hurry the pace.  Frost strokes my muzzle as I pump into her.  I feel my legs
quiver, my sac tighten.  I let myself go inside Frost.  Her vagina contracts
when I'm almost done, holding me in her.  Frost screams when she comes.  We
sleep together, myself suckling on her breast.  Her whispering "Good
kitten..."

I wake up still in Frost's arms, still suckling.  It surprises me that I'm
getting milk from her breast!  Frost strokes my fur gently.  "Take what you
wish, Tawny."  She whispers.  "I can make more."  We spend the morning
together.

She eventually has to do some housework, so we part.  I wander the grounds
again.  I made several friends among the community, especially the other
cats.  A few hit on me, I follow one of them into the barn.  She's a calico,
mostly brown with mottled white, gray and black spots in her coat.  We climb
into the rafters and play some lighthearted tag.

We get interrupted by a booming voice.  "Enter here!"  We both stop in our
tracks.  We look at each other, then over the edge.  I see a man, not the
Master but someone else.  He's leading another man by reigns, attached to a
bit in his mouth.

I look at my playmate, who turns back to me.  Calico has straw in her fur at
odd angles, and I realize that if I look half as bad as her that we both look
incredibly silly.  It's obvious that we're both stifling laughter.

"STOP!"  The voice does just that to us.  We both backpedal and watch what's
going on.  The man with the bit in his mouth is standing in the center of the
room.  Besides the harness around his head he's wearing jeans and a black
t-shirt.  He looks to be 19 or 20, has long brown hair and rippling with
muscles.  The other man is wearing a flannel shirt and overalls with a red
bandanna in his back pocket.  He looks to be possibly 30, about medium black
hair and in decent shape.

The man in the overalls goes over to a workbench that I can barely see.  He
returns with a large knife.  "You've been bad, you know." he says.  "You
won't do what I ask.  Isn't that right?"  The other nods, sweating slightly.
 "So I brought you here, to teach you how to be a good sub."

"Paul?" the younger's voice is muffled by the bit.  He's looking at the
knife.

"Shut.  Up." Paul says flatly, each word a sentence..  The boy does.  Paul
takes the knife and cuts the shirt off of the other's body slowly.  "Now,
Boy, put your arms up."  He does so.  Paul pulls a few ropes over and binds
the arms of the boy and pulls them up.  He removes the boots next, binding
the feet down.

He trails the knife around the boy.  "Now then," he says sadistically, "I
should skin you here, but you won't be much of a good use then."  He walks
over to the bench and puts the knife down.  I hear Calico breathe a sigh of
relief quietly.

Instead he pushes a button on the bench.  "But I have plans for you."  I
can't tell if the boy is genuinely concerned or it it's a well rehearsed act.
 Paul picks up some shears and a small bag.  "First, I do this."

With a single move he uses the shears to cut through the denim jeans.  The
pieces of denim and cotton from his briefs fall to the floor.  The boy has a
rather large erection jutting out from his groin.  "Did I say YOU could have
a boner?"  Paul reaches in the bag, removing some leather straps and what
looks like bags.

"As long as you have one, you may as well keep it."  Paul takes one sack and
places it over the boys penis.  He seems to take a lot of care doing it.  The
boy's head rolls backwards, it looks like he's stifling pain.  Paul then
takes the other sack and places the boy's testicles in it.  He then wraps the
straps around his legs, and the small of his back pulling it tight somewhat.

When he backs away I notice that the sack over the boy's penis has a tube in
it to let fluids through.  Paul cuts the excess tube away.  The boy is
breathing harder now.  I can see his body is covered in sweat.  Paul puts the
shears away and returns with an electric razor.

"Next," he says very smugly, "I do this."  He turns on the shears.  Calico
jumps somewhat when the motor buzzes to life.  I rub my muzzle against her
side to calm her somewhat.  Her breathing returns to a forced normal.  In the
time it took to calm Calico the boy had lost almost all of his body hair,
except for that on his head.

For the most part, the boy had been pulling and tugging at his bonds with no
luck of escape.  "Still have some fight, do you?"  Paul returned the razor to
the table.  Calico is shaking somewhat, so am I.  We both know that we really
can't leave, and if we move around up here we may get caught.  We're both
frozen in fear.

Paul returns to his boy with a riders crop.  He slaps it in his hand once
which causes the boy to stop.  "Now then, if you fight, you get whipped."
 Through the sweat the boy nods once.  "That's good."

The doors on the east end open up, and I see a female form.  I recognize it
as Snowflake, but she's not wearing the cat costume.  There's another with
her, a male.  They're both wearing white coats, and what looks like jumpsuits
under them.  Whatever the cause, they look professional.  They're wheeling a
cart.

The boy thrashes once in his bonds, they still don't give.  Paul smacks him
once in the leg.  The boy winces.  Calico winces too.  "I told you not to
fight!" Paul says sternly.  "You gonna stop now?"  The boy hangs his head.
 "Good.  Now, doctors, if you're ready my boy needs his lesson."

Snowflake and the other man nod and wheel the cart to the boy.  They open it,
and set up a small table.  On it they put some liquids, what looks like
poles, and some other bits.  The two of them work silently.  They mix the
liquids into a paste, which becomes a dark brown color.  They put on rubber
gloves.

"I forgot one thing." Paul says.  Again with the electric razor he cuts the
boy's hair into a mohawk style.  "There.  That should be perfect."  Paul
backs away.

The two smear the paste all over the boy's body very quickly.  The boy
wriggles slightly, but the sound of the crop makes him stop.  Within a few
minutes the boy is covered in a bay-brown paste.  Paul nods his approval.

The paste dries, and begins to flake.  The pair then brushes the flakes off
to reveal a bay-brown body.  "Looks mighty good." Paul says.  "Go ahead."
 The pair then begins the next phase.  They unhook his leg.  He doesn't even
shake them off, he looks tired.  They place his leg into something that looks
like a cast.  They do the same to the other leg.

They move very rapidly to his arms then.  When they're done I can see that
they just put him into something that looks like hooves on horse legs.
 Almost reflexively I look at my own paws, wondering about them.  I can't
feel my fingers, it's just my paws.  I look down, I see him standing on all
fours looking confused.

"That's very nice." Paul says.  He circles the creation.  "But it needs a few
more things."  Paul holds out a hand, with which the other person in the lab
coat hands him something with long strands.  Paul uses his fingers to pull
the boy's rear cheeks apart.  He then places this device near his spine, and
the boy screams in pain.

Paul backs away, and I see that it was a tail.  A horse's tail.  Now I know
what's going on and so does Calico.  She's relaxed considerably.  The boy
still doesn't know what's going on apparently, he's still shaking.  Paul
waves to the other two.

They move in with a device, possibly another bag.  They place it over the
boy's head and fasten it.  When they back away I can see that they placed a
long muzzle on him, and pointed ears as well.  They also shackle his hooves
down to the floor.

Paul smiles.  "That's all."  The other two leave.  Paul circles his new colt
while removing his clothing.  "Now, to break you in."  His penis is standing
straight up.  It's incredibly thick!  He spits once into his hand, and
lubricates his penis.

Grabbing the colt's haunches Paul thrusts himself in.  The colt exhales a
loud breath.  Paul pulls in hard, forcefully.  My own penis is getting harder
watching them pump.  Paul slams in hard and screams "I'm coming!  I'm
coming!" as he does.

He pulls out, the colt tries to get away, but he can't.  "Bad horse!"  Paul
slaps it once on the rear, which jerks the colt forward once.  "I'm going to
have to teach you some manners."

Over the next fifteen minutes the colt gets shoed, saddled, and led around
the barn by the reigns.  Paul smiles to see this.  "Good.  Now I test you for
sure."  He grabs a leather ring and puts it around the colts neck.  Pulling a
large plow he leads the colt out of the barn saying "Now you'll plow the
fields, won't you, you flea-bitten horse?"

Calico and I are slow to move.  We're still scared to move.  Eventually, we
see that we are alone.  And I smell that she's about as horny as I am.  We
roll around the hay for a few moments before she submits under me.  I mount
her and slide in effortlessly.  She arches her back and I bury myself into
her fully.  We both purr to each other as we play against each other.

My orgasm is quick, as is hers.  On my withdrawal she meows for me.  We lick
each other for an hour afterwards just enjoying each other.  We do make it
for dinner that night, however.

I was awakened by a loud click and a gentle shake.  "Tawny?  Tawny?"  I was
dreaming, I thought.  Then reality sunk in.  I was being shaken side to side.
 I opened my eyes.  Snowflake was standing in front of me wearing a jumpsuit
with some logo's on it.  She's human, today.  She was holding a leash that
was attached to my neck, or properly my collar.

She smiled.  "I'm sorry to wake you up, but we're in a bit of a mess here.
 We need your help."  She nudged me to my paws.  "Just play along for the
duration, I think you'll enjoy yourself."  I groggily stood on all fours, she
scritched my ears.  "Good cat."

She led me into the main house.  Once there she put a muzzle on me.  I fought
it for a moment, only because I didn't expect it.  She stroked my muzzle
gently.  "Here's the deal."  She spoke softly.  "You are to act as a panther
until further notice.  A tame, well trained panther, but a panther
nonetheless.  This is only for the illusion."  She pulled on the muzzle once
gently, but I got the point.  "We have a client who wants to use you, so act
accordingly."

I didn't have time to think about that last part before she led me into
another room of the house.  I rarely got into the main house, so I didn't
know it well enough to say what room is what.  But when I finally got there
it looked to be a converted living room.  I mean converted because it looked
to be a meeting room now.

There was a couch, a small table with assorted magazines on it, and a throw
rug.  Sitting on the couch was a man, around thirty or forty.  He was wearing
faded denim jeans, a sweater with a simple pattern on it, and casual shoes.
 It was easier to see the shoes.

"Here's one of our large cats we have right now.  His name is Tawny."
 Snowflake said.  "He's very friendly."

"Well, lemme see him!"  He did sound excited.  Snowflake handed him my leash,
and I followed to him.  He offered his hand, which I rubbed my head against.
 He laughed.  "He is friendly, isn't he?  Can I remove this?"  He placed his
fingers on my muzzle.  I didn't see what Snowflake did, but the man removed
my muzzle and stroked my fur.  A bit rough, but I didn't mind.

"So tell me, will he suffice for what I have in mind?" He asked.

"He should.  He's fairly experienced in that.  We've never put him into
costume before, but I think he'll perform just well.  I'll be there to make
sure of that."  The conversation went on from there, but I wasn't listening.
 I trusted Snowflake.

The man returned the leash to Snowflake and told her that I would do just
fine.  then something about "See you tomorrow night!" and left.  Snowflake
led me back to the barn.

"I suppose that I have some explaining to do to you."  She sat down next to
me.  "That man contacted us about finding an animal to have sex with his
wife.  It's a scene that they both want to do, and they've hired us to do it.
 The scene calls for a large cat to mate with the wife.  It's kinda a..."
 She stopped when she looked into my eyes.

"Don't worry about the 'us'."  She knew my thought.  "I'll explain later.
 But for now suffice to say that you need to know what's expected of you.
 Come on, I'll prepare you."

Preparation was very strange.  Snowflake put me into this costume (I want a
better word for it, but that's all I can think to call it...)  It consisted
of a leather hood which covers most of my head and muzzle and a leather
bodysuit that fit over my paws and tail.  Most of my underside was open, but
my rear wasn't.

She had me move around while wearing it, do some running.  It was very hot
for me, I was dying of thirst.  She knew it would happen, she brought a water
bottle for me.  I ran around for a while more before she took the costume off
of me.  I had a decent dinner before getting more much needed sleep.

I woke up before the sunrise.  It's something I hadn't done for a while
around here.  I wandered out behind the barn to watch the sunrise.  A simple
thing, but something that I'd never thought of doing before.  It was a slow
ascent, but not fast enough.  Snowflake came for me with leash in hand before
I could watch the whole thing.

She tried to put it on, but I covered the collar.  I walked a few steps
ahead, and she knew.  We walked together to the house, then to a van in the
driveway.  She opened the side, and I leapt in.  She then opened a large
travel cage and said "In."  I was hesitant, but I did as told.  I figured
that it wouldn't be professional to argue with my owner.

I couldn't tell you how long the drive took, but suffice to say I slept on
the way.  I've always been able to do that, sleep in the car.  And I always
wake up when we get where we're going.  Like clockwork, I was up when the van
stopped.  The slide door opened, and Snowflake came in.  She opened the cage
and put the leash on me.  I didn't protest.

My first view outside and I didn't know where we were.  It was a forest
preserve, or at least that was what I'd call it.  Before leaving she put the
muzzle over my head.  "Illusion, Tawny." She said quietly.  She led me out of
the van, grabbing a bag with her.

We walked through the preserve.  It was strange how something I'd seen plenty
of times before took on a whole new perspective from all fours.  The smell of
the ground, the trees that I'd never seen before from this angle, all the
details.  It was going too fast for me to really get a full view of it all.

But we stopped in front of a large hole in the ground.  She reached in the
bag removing a flashlight from it, and a collar.  A thick, black leather one
that I'd never seen before.  She placed it on me and moved the leash to it.
 She turned on the light and we went down.  I'd been in caves before, and I'd
remembered the entrances to most of them.  Slick.  This one wasn't.  It was
actually solid, well groomed, cared for.

When we got down the cavern was already lit, torchlight.  Snowflake led me to
a small offshoot from the main cavern and expertly placed me into costume.
 "Now, you follow my words to the letter.  Consider it a show, you're the
main attraction.  If I say, you do."  Her voice was deathly serious.  "I may
have to use hand signals.  You'll get the idea.  Questions?"  I shook my
head.  "Good.  I have a few more things to discuss before you're on."

I was a bit shaken from this.  It wasn't the Snowflake I knew.  This was a
professional.  She took me into the main room where my leash was tied to a
stalagmite.  "Stay." I did.  She went off to apparently find the man I met
before.

From what I could see around me the cave was somewhat furnished.  In the
torchlight I saw what looked like a religious altar with a black velvet
spread over it.  It had a few black candles lit on it to illuminate what
looked to be a large book.  There were a lot of other stuff there too,
miscellaneous junk.

On another table (It wasn't a table, but I can't think of a good word for
it.) was a woman.  She was wearing a white leather teddy, no panties.  She
also had a hood over her head which covered her face as well, white leather
it looked like.  Around her neck was a thin white collar, also leather.  She
was tied, spread eagle, face up on the thing.  Underneath her was a black
velvet throw, probably to keep her somewhat comfortable.  And there were a
few other chains around her, not as thick as the restraining ones.

There weren't many other people besides the man and Snowflake.  She came for
me a few minutes later.  Without a word she dressed me into the costume.  Her
motions were fast, she'd done this before.  When I was in it fully, she took
my leash and said  "Follow."  She led me over to the man.  I should mention
what he was wearing too.  He looked strangely like an inquisitor in full
black robes.  His face covered fully with a mask stylized to look like a
black cat.  Snowflake handed the leash to him.

He knelt down to me.  "Hiya Tawny!" His voice cracked a bit.  "Let me do a
few things to help you out there, eh?"  He removed my muzzle and leash, but
held onto the collar.  He replaced the leash with a chain leash, gold plated,
with a leather handle.  "OK, follow."  He led me into the center part of the
room and tied me off onto a table leg.

I looked around to Snowflake.  She just nodded her head and vanished into the
shadows.  I could still see her, she moved herself to behind the woman's head
she couldn't see Snowflake.

The man placed a small vial against the woman's nose, smelling salts I'm
guessing.  She awoke groggily.  I couldn't see most of the action, and to be
honest I didn't care too much about it either.  What I did catch was the man
getting much more confident when he spoke.  The woman fought the bonds,
somewhat as a token effort.  They had a long, elaborite act, I alomst fell
aspeep again.

The man kept on saying that she was chosen to mate with the great cat, and he
must make her ready for it.  The preparations involved a lot of ceremony.  He
used some oils on her body that were very powerful to the smell.  He cleaned
out her vagina, very thoroughly.  He also placed something just around it,
another oil.

He then returned to me.  He took my leash and led me to her.  "Now, let us
see if he will take you."  He put my muzzle to her vagina, and unlatched the
leash.  I got a single look at Snowflake and she nodded.  I took a lick.
 Whatever the man had placed here I liked the flavor.  It was like a sweet
peppermint.  It didn't have an odor, which threw me at first.

But, before I knew it, I was lapping at her pussy trying to get more of this
flavor.  She arched her back, letting my tongue in deeper.  The taste went in
as deep as I could get my tongue to taste it.  I knew why, but I didn't care.
 I could hear her moaning under me.  She tried to speak, but apparently she
was gagged under the hood as well.

The man gently pulled back on my collar.  "Now, great cat, mate with the
sacrifice.  Feed her your seed of life."  I looked to Snowflake.  She had her
index finger clenched in her hand.  I got the hint.  I took position over
her, with my hindlegs spread and my forepaws over her shoulders.  I was
already hard, so I went for it right there.

She stifled a moan and pushed her hips right into mine.  I pumped into her
hard and fast, I was too hyped to go slowly.  I looked into her eyes.  She
had blue eyes, a darker blue.  She looked into mine.  We made a connection
for that brief moment.  She thrusted into me even harder.  Something told me
that there was a deeper meaning to this moment than I could even fathom.
 Only she knew.

Without thinking I let out a loud growl as I felt the first release.  Her
eyes closed as she threw her head back.  I could feel the man stroke my
underside by my testicles, causing me to orgasm even harder.  I came in her,
all of it inside her.  She writhed under me for a few minutes more, even
after I was spent.

The man quickly placed a chain on my collar and attached it to hers.  "He has
mated with you.  Now the true test."  I couldn't look up to Snowflake without
hurting the woman under me.  I didn't know what to do for a minute, so I went
with my instinct.  Still inside her I rubbed against her hood.  I then licked
it as well.

In her eyes I could see some relief.  "You have passed." The man said.  Not
to me, to her.  "You may live to bear the young of the Cat."  I laid down on
top of her to lick her face through the hood.  The man undid the chains
between the collars.  He put my leash back on and lead me away from the
table.  Once away I took the chance to clean my fur from her juices.  It was
all over, but the leather took most of it.

I'll admit I took a long time.  In the meanwhile he had sex with her too,
taking advantage of the situation I guess.  He had then placed something over
her mouth and she went back to sleep.  He came back for me.  "You're such a
good cat!  You are!"  He removed the helmet from me (which I was grateful
for, it was getting warm.) and scratched me by the ears.

Snowflake came by again.  "So how did Tawny do?" She seemed more relaxed now.

"Fantastic!"  He said.  He took off his leash and replaced it with
Snowflakes.  "Flawless.  The oils you gave helped that immensely."

"They're designed to."  Snowflake said as she put my muzzle back on me.  "I
know what Tawny likes."

He scratched me behind the ears again before standing up.  "Thanks again.
 You're people will clean up here?"  Snowflake nodded.  "All right then.
 I'll get my wife out then.  Fantastic job!"  He walked away, removing the
costume as he walked.

Snowflake took the rest of the costume off of me quietly.  She packed it all
away and lead me out of the cave.  Once outside she knelt down next to me.
 "Well done Tawny." and she kissed me on the muzzle.  "Let's go home."

We actually romped through the woods for a few hours before we left,
Snowflake kept on saying "Is this payback?" to me.  We drove home before it
got too dark.  I fell asleep on the way back however.  I couldn't tell you
how long we were driving.

I was happy.  That's what I remember of the farm.  It wasn't the sex, even
though that's fun too.  It wasn't the farm itself, even though those mornings
that I woke up to a nice sun in the hayloft were so relaxing. It wasn't the
other animals either, now that I think of it.

It was that I was being myself.

For once in my life I wasn't putting on a facade, I wasn't wearing the mask
of the human being that I lived in.  I was free.  Not too free physically,
but mentally.  I had escaped into my truest self.  I was happy.

Snowflake came for me at night, before I went to sleep.  She was in her human
incarnation.  She snapped the leash onto my collar.  "Follow."  I did.  She
took me to the van again.  She seemed lethargic, sad.  I brushed her leg with
my muzzle.  She knelt down.

"Oh Tawny...."  She hugged me by the neck.  "You seem so happy...  I don't
want to do this to you."  She let the embrace escape between us.  "I
shouldn't have the right.  But, I must."  She slowly got up, and nudged me
into the van.  I went slowly, glancing over my shoulder.  I don't know why I
did, but something in me told me to.

I knew it would be an image that would burn in my psyche permanently.

The cage that I remembered was gone.  She got into the drivers seat and
silently turned over the engine.  She drove without saying a word.  The radio
was singing something, I think it was Janis Joplin.  It's gotten so hard to
remember things like that.  I fell asleep sometime during "Bobby McGee".

I woke up on my back on something softer than what I was used to.  There was
a sheet over me.  It didn't feel right somehow, but it felt familiar.  I
opened my eyes.  All a blur.  Damn, I had gotten to like clear vision every
morning.  I pawed at the sheet, and saw my human hand.  There were
impressions in it, like the ones you get when you sleep on a tennis racket.
 But these were more complex than that.

Lines zigging and zagging, concentrated and scattered.  It's my hand, I know
it.  I just wish it weren't.  I looked up my arm, and the same thing.  More
impressions.  I heard a floorboard creak outside the door.  It opened gently,
all I saw was an outline.

"Good morning, my precious!"  It was Snowflake.  I smiled.  "So you are
feeling better then?"  I nodded.  She snickered.  "You can speak again, the
box is removed."

Almost in reflex, I put my hand to my neck.  Sure enough there felt to be
more impressions.  By my vocal chords, they hurt somewhat to the touch.  I
look to her, she's approached closer now.  She hands me my glasses.  I put
them on, and see her.  She's human again, wearing a bathrobe.  "Thank you."
is all I have the energy to say.

She puts a finger to my lips, they feel a bit swollen as well.  "I know.  I
suppose I have some explaining to do to you, my pet."  I relax when she calls
me that.  "About me, the company, how you got into it all..."  Her voice
fades, she reaches over to something on the table and hands it to me, a glass
of milk.  I smile.

"It's good for you right now, you're going to need the calcium."  I drink it
slowly, it feels good to have something cold and smooth in my throat.  "Where
should I begin?" she says, mostly to herself.

"The beginning?" I say, weakly.

"That's as good as any, my pet."  She settles onto the bed.  "At least my
beginning with the company.

"I can't tell you our name, it's a private affair.  I fell into the company a
few years ago.  I was down on my luck.  But what actress isn't?  That's not
important.  What's important is that the man who you met the first day at the
farm was so kind to me.

"And, no, he doesn't 'own' me nor am I a 'slave'.  We call him the Master
because it was his brainchild.  As such, we give him some authority on the
grounds as far os scenes go.  But all major decisions are made with all the
partners present.  That's where I come in.  I took what was left of my
savings and helped him make his fantasy a reality.  He wanted to make a farm
for people to try anything they wanted that was vaguely bestial in nature.
 It's grown since then.

"We got some good costumers and some design engineers together and made a
feasible suit that could hide the human form well enough to be useful.  So we
made costumes for large dogs, big cats, ponies, pigs, sheep, cows, and so on.
 It's not cheap either.  It takes some doing."

She lifts my arm and traces down the impression, it's an interesting feeling
like the 'pins and needles' of a sleeping arm and the sensitivity of flesh
not being touched for a long time.  "These sweat channels were made so your
sweat would come out your paws on this side.  That's why you have the marks.
 They should go away in a few days, I hope.

"The rest of the costume was engineered like that.  So it would mimic as well
as possible the animal you became.  From experience I know you may have to
re-learn how to walk, or at least become better aquatinted with the idea."
 She looked away, lost in thought.  I sipped slowly on the milk.

"Anyway, the farm.  We became partners in the business and it's taken off
fairly well.  As well as what we do can, anyway.  It's a limited market, you
know.  And our prices aren't cheap either."  She mindlessly played with my
hair as she spoke.  She didn't look at me.  I couldn't tell if it was shame
or thought.

"Originally, I took you on as a charity case, my pet.  I knew you couldn't
afford the program.  But our e-mail chats and our phone conversation was
enough to convince me that you were genuine...  sincere...  you truly wished
for it to be.

"So, I talked to my partner about it.  He agreed to let you in for two weeks.
 We both agreed it was what we could afford to be flamboyant for the quarter.
 So I invited you over for the trial, you were all I expected, and I took you
under my wing as my cub.

"As it turns out, you ended up paying for yourself.  That woman in the cave?
 Her husband arranged for the scene.  He told us of her wishes to become the
centerpiece of a ritualistic ceremony that was somewhat bestial in nature.
 And, well, you were the only male cat that was either comfortable with the
scene or available.

"For what it's worth, you performed excellently.  He complimented you, you
know."  I let a grin escape.  She ruffled my hair and looked me in the eye.
 "So I should be thanking you, Tawny."

I took in a deep breath.  "Your hospitality was thanks enough, M'Lady."  I
nurtured the glass in my hands.  I was almost done.

"You looked so content last night in the loft."  Her voice got softer.  "I
didn't want to take you back.  But I had to."  She searched for words slowly,
deliberately.

"I understand."  I put my hand on hers.  She took my glass and set it on the
table.

We made love.  It wasn't sex, it was love.  For a little less than two weeks
I had sex with all sorts of people, animals, whatever.  But this wasn't like
that.  It wasn't raw.  It wasn't fast.  It was the true meaning of love, of
caring.  It was real.

What little strength I was saving it was gone now.  I slept again.  I awoke
some time later.  The marks on my body were slowly disappearing.  She was
there, next to me.

The next day she spent with me, reteaching my muscles how to do many of the
mundane things that I had chosen to forget.  Walking, speaking, the basics.
 It wasn't hard, but it was easier with another person there to show me
again.

Between sessions we talked about her company.  I was intrigued with the whole
idea of how it got started.  She said all potential customers were screened
heavily for everything from std's to emotional baggage.  Once they met to
standards, they were invited in.

I confessed to her about the horse incident.  She laughed, she knew we were
up there.  She saw us go inside.  "I decided you should see, my pet."  She
said.  "I thought you should know what else we do on our property."  I asked
how much they spent on that fantasy.  The figure was higher than my combined
total of paychecks in the past five years!

Also I asked her how much what had been done to me cost as well.  "Oh, you
silly cat." she said.  "I wouldn't want to tell you.  Don't lose sleep over
it.  You shouldn't need to know.  All you should really care about is that we
did it for you.  And, we would do it again."

Almost instinctually, I tried to twitch my ears forward, bring my whiskers
up...  then I realized I couldn't.  She laughed.  "Don't strain yourself, my
pet.  Yes, I would like to have you again.  But permanently."

My jaw dropped somewhat.  I hadn't thought of it before.  My penis shot
straight up at the thought of it, but realistically, I knew I couldn't.  I
had things I had to do, and stories to write, places to see...  My life was
too short lived to think that long term yet.

I started to speak.  "M'Lady, I..."

"Tawny?  Hear me out."  I stopped and did.  "Perhaps not now, but in the
future when you know it's right I would like to take you from your life here.
 Take you as my own.  I can't really go into details right now, but we are
talking to a man who does reconstructive surgery.  I guess you could say it's
cutting edge technology.

"He thinks he has a way to take a body and change it's DNA structure to match
that of an animal, while keeping the human qualities we wish to have.  We
don't know how much he can do yet, but we know that with time we can alter a
human body to become animal like.  An experimental subject was Spike.

"But, that didn't work as well as we thought it could.  It gave the physical
appearance, but it gave most of the mental capacity of the dog too.  We know
Spike is happy, but we still feel terrible about what happened.  He knew what
could happen as well as us, and he truly wanted it anyhow.  He got it, but
the price was high to him.

"We can't reverse it."  She got distant again, and she seemed to be holding
back tears.  "We all knew...  We did..."  I gave her a hug, she seemed to
need it.  But, I don't want to discuss that publicly.  That's between us and
us alone.

Just before I left her apartment the next day I made a promise to her.  That
when I felt ready that I would get in touch with her.  And I would throw
aside everything to become her cub again.  Regardless of when.  And I also
knew that I would become her cub, someday.  Perhaps after I see more of the
real world and decide it wasn't meant for me.

In return she gave me a collar.  A black nylon webbing collar, very much
larger than my neck.  It's got a tag on the D-ring.  It's a gray mouse-shaped
one that says on front in gothic-stylized letters "Tawny".  On the back it
has engraved "If the spirit is willing, the body able, and the passion real,
let nothing stand in the way of a cat's fantasy."
 

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[stray’s note: I don’t know if there are more parts to this story or not-- it seems fairly complete, but the author’s note says there are 5 parts and I only have this. It’s possible that whatever site I downloaded this off of, years ago, simply combined all five parts into one file. If you know of any more parts, please let me know-- I’d love to read them! -straypup40@hotmail.com]