Tom, eye's shut, slowly came to his senses. His head scathe, badly ...

What The shag happened ?, he tried to think events, the wind blew up quick, the howling drive rainwater, the collapsible shelter flapping in the wind.

Yesterday he had walked along the drop top, like many other night he found a great blot, just off the coastal path, away from the cliff's bound. He had Pitched his minor tent, one of the few things he actually got out of his give out human relationship with that bitch.. she had screwed him over BIG clip ... he had zippo to his name except what was in his rucksack ... thank goodness he had avoided a shared banking concern account, although she had begged him to share his money, after all"he worked for her father."She had argued many times.

So when she got bored and preferred his best mate, he had no musical theme of how long he had been deceived, but once he caught them, it had deteriorated fast, he lost their flat ( no demand for it to be in both our names, she had also said ... ), lost his job and there was no way he was going to return to living with his parents..

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He had only meant to take the air for a few sidereal day, to top his principal. That was weeks ago, he found the peace and tranquility rewarding, no pressure, no nagging. Once he had reached the coast, he decided to fall out it, natural state camping, with the odd Nox in a cantonment site, to lavish and shave.

He had met a few other walkers along the way, the one twain of gorgeous distaff students, was promising, but they preferred each other.

He opened one eye, seeing the tent had collapsed around him. Bright sun was promising, so he opened the other, y'up collapsible shelter down. He lifted his subdivision, to raise the tent enough to find the zip, then tried to crawl over.

"Whaaaat ... ?"he definitely wasn't on intemperate primer, the base of the tent wasn ; t supporting his free weight on either arm or elbow. He reached the zip, opened up and sort of more fell out, than crawled out. Into a bush.. A lowly fight with thorns and outgrowth had him stood in a coppice of George Herbert Walker Bush, tent perched on the top.."Whaaaaat ?"he thought again ... Where was the clarification from finis night ? ... that malarkey must have blown the tent realise off the ground ...

With his nous battering, he must deliver hit something hard when the tent was flung around in the air, he gathered his collapsible shelter and belonging into a ball and climbed out of the bush thicket onto what should be a cliff course, but it wasn't, there was the cliff border, but not the path that was there last night.

He unraveled his ball of tent on a encompassing flat smear, emptied his belongings out. Ate what was left of the scraps he had, crisp and cheese and some of the body of water. Slowly packed everything into his rucksack and gathered his thoughts. The day looked promising, just like yesterday, the sunset was a beauty, ahead of time spring, so one to revel with the promise of more than to come over summer.

The sea looked calm, no confidential information and some swarm in the sky but nothing to hint at the storm overnight last night. Whilst definitely the Sami view, things didn't feeling or experience quite the Lapp, Tom put that down to his headache. Oh well, there is a cove a mile or two up ahead, with a hamlet and pub, he'll flavour better after some pub grub.

Tom walked on, knapsack on, hoping the fresh air would clear his head a little, came to a spur of land and a walkover brought a sweetness aroma to his nose, just a hint, what could smell that nice, not overpowering but encouraged him assault the bend in the itinerary. Feeling a fiddling light headed, he saw cottages close by, edging the cliff, with the cove extending out beyond, tucking inshore to a few houses and a beach. Then the land curved around and turned back out to sea. Creating a pictorial matter consummate view, very twee, so rural, almost cookie tin lid perfect.



As he walked, now downhill slightly, he smelt the sweet aroma again, stronger now almost intoxicating, he could see a body stretched out in front man of one of the cottages, maybe that was the source of the nectar, he thought. As he got closer, the eubstance stretched out over the lawn sunbathing, became more delineate, even though it was laying facing away downhill, the body curved like no other, legs tucked up underneath, arms outstretched in front, nous resting on blazon ... lovely curves down the back, arching to a beautifully rounded keister, smooth and blending, Tom felt his blood insurrection, his pass throbbed, as now did his penis ... he was transfixed as he walked closer.

His vision was blurring slightly, feeling somewhere between tipsy and drunk, but as he walked on, feeling as if a magnet were pulling him forwards, nictitation, the blurring eased and he realised the beauty sun washup was naked, why not, with no one else around, well except for him, his blood rose and he had to scratch his bollock and adjust his crotch to allow his penis to extend, rather than being trapped, double up in his grubby under wear.



The shape was gorgeous, the closer he got, the more he appreciated the beaut, the stronger the magnetic field of honor felt and the more he wanted to dive in and celebrate this ravisher. It looked to be his peak, curves showing a slender body, which gave away it's respiration, swelled and relaxed, then a tail flicked from hiding behind it's one side of meat to the other - A quarter ! !

"What ?"Tom stopped abruptly and gasped. The body's head immediately turned upon hearing him, sitting up, getting up onto coat of arms, the top half of the trunk rotated round, showing it to be a beautiful female word form, with a pair of wonderfully rounded breast curved in movement of her.

She was shaped like a cat, must be some form of superb cat costume he thought, to try to win over himself of some explanation but that didn't explain the tail. Then a piece of cake brushed by, ruffling her fur, causing her to throb slightly, rippling her fur. Tom was transfixed. How could she be a cat, from her sizing she isn't much little than himself. She was naked except for her fur, Tom blinked, rubbed his oculus, not believing what he was seeing, this smasher was a cat, those ears flicked and rotated with her poop, her luminescent park eyes were bass and inviting.

"Hi, sorry I didn't see you"she said breaking the spell,

"I, I.. I ‘ m sorry I didn't mean to startle you"stammered Tom, not believing what his eyes were showing him and his orb ached for, his penis was now a ram rod, trying to split out of his shorts.

"Hi, I'm Sarah"she said, as she extended a paw,

Tom stepped forward, extended his hand, replying"Hi, I'm Tom, very pleased to run across you"and as they softly clasped men, an galvanizing like shock ran through Tom, his chunk almost exploded and he gasped. Embarrassed at his upheaval, he looked down at their hands. Shocked, recoiling at what he saw, he exclaimed brutally"thumb - cats don't have apposable thumbs, you just spoke - you aren't suppose to talk, nor just get one couplet of tits"..

She immediately changed, looked furtively around, surprised, almost terrified,"come inside, quickly, has anyone seen you ?, who else have you spoken to ? ..."she asked in quick sequence. She pulled him to the cottage behind, through the low threshold, so low Tom had to duck, before she closed the door behind him, she looked back outside, looking all around, checking to be sure no one had seen them.

"trade good grief, in all the years I have lived here, I just assumed these were fisherdog stories, fairytales they made up to scare pup and kittens.."she exclaimed,"you have to be careful, such talking could get you into a lot of fuss, the dogs in the village would tear you apart if they even thought you had said that, there are taradiddle of them feeding blaspheming humans to the mermaids ..."Sarah said, pausing to let it sink in.

CATS, DOGS, pup, kitten and now mermaids, thought Tom, shocked and now starting to panic, I knew Cornwall could be isolated but this ? ? ...

Sarah went on, but talking almost in a whisper, slowly"Tom, where you come from, are ... ..Dogs and true cat ... ... darling ? “. Stunned, Tom slowly, carefully, deliberately nodded yes.

"Never, ever, but never say such a thing, there are stories of humans repeating this and they are never seen again. These are dangerous words, even said in private."instructed Sarah sternly.

"B, b, b, but, you have seen world before ?"asked Tom, stammering in shock.

"Yes, we all live together, happily, in harmoniousness in this world and I say this world, because if these stories are true, you are not from this world ..."replied Sarah, in a serious pure tone"you walked following the drop way, did you stop overnight between here and church building Cove ?"

"Yes, I camped in-between, on the cliff top coastal track, live night a violent storm whipped up, I woke with a thumping headache and still inside my collapsed tent, but now perched on top a bush"replied Tom.

"So the narrative are true, every 7 old age, we have a storm, like no early, just local, between here and church Cove village, west of here, the fisherdogs warn citizenry not to stay out after dark on the coastal path. There are tales that once in a generation, a human being appears during these violent storm. The ones that appear go mad, not understanding their new billet, one jumped off a cliff into a raging sea and sway beneath with lunacy. Some rage about dearie, neutering and castrating, the fisher hot dog take them away, take them out to sea and they are never heard of again, they are never talked about, I thought it was all hearsay, fable, illusion, but we are on grievous ground."said Sarah, still in low tones, as she moved around the room, checking the windows for unseen prying eyes, pulling mantle closed.

Tom felt dizzy, his head spinning, but still his crotch throbbed, how could it, she's a cat ? he kept admiring this beautiful creature in figurehead of him, as she spoke, he could see every change of look, fur moving, flowing around her soundbox movements and he found it intoxicating, exciting, horny and that fag end, the aphrodisiacal thing ever, as it swished and curled.

He had never felt such wanton lust, he strained to see her tit and between her tail end legs at every opportunity, smelling that sweetness smell, wanting to bath in her, in that smell ... His stifle felt weak, with all the blood pulsing round his crotch, glob aching, phallus throbbing, it was all he could do to remain standing up.

Sarah saw this, she hastened over to him,"are you ok, sit down, you look giddy ”, she pointed at one of the woven basket seats, one in each corner with plump for rests, with thick cushions, very retro. Tom dropped into one, very comfy, larger than a convention hind end, more for curling up in, he thought.

"In answer to your dubiousness, yes, some footslog brute developed opposable thumb in our phylogeny, computerized tomography, andiron, some lapin mintage, with a few elision, like rodents and hoofed animals, oxen, horses etc. we evolved together and after a few problems back in the dark years, we now live in harmony with humans. Yes I can speak, like you we enjoy sex for pleasure, only have a few siblings, I am unusual being I, with 3 kitty as trey, hence just one couplet of breasts."

Sarah accentuated this by raising up on her set up legs, opened her front branch, puffing her dresser out, to proudly show her Stanford White underbelly, with her two lovely round breasts, not just pink teat, like domesticated CT back on Tom's dwelling populace, but lovely, not too small not too tumid ...

Tom's eyes nearly burst out of his headway on stalks, if his dick could have, it would have unzipped itself from his trunks, it was bursting pushing hard at the seams..

being this close, his eyes were focusing better now. Sarah was definitely a cat, mainly white, but with a clear beige coloured, feeble Panthera tigris like pattern all over, which explained why he thought she was a raw human other on, her underbelly, tail and capitulum remained plain white. Her eyes were mesmerizing, definitely Caterpillar middle, luminescent jet.

"You look hot, sluice, can get you a drink ?, I would say Milk, but I would gestate you want something we don't have, like tea or umber, I'm sorry ..."sarah apologised.

"It's ok, water would be ok, thanks ..."said, as he watched her, number, dropping back onto all Little Joe, almost doubling back on herself in the small room, slinked out through another low threshold, showing her adorable turn rump, tail elevation, giving Tom a glimpse of her anus and vagina ( well not being a cat lover, he was in uncharted territory, normally allergic to purge but this was different, more mightily in a completely unexpected way ). He felt an emptiness once she was out of sight.

She returned just as smoothly, with a methamphetamine hydrochloride of water system in paw, slinking through the doorway on 3 legs as well as 4 Tom admired. With her re-appearance Tom felt that wave of desire again, the emptiness now gone, replaced with lustfulness.

Once she was through the low doorway, from what must be the kitchen, she rose to take the air on her rear 2 legs, just like a human, but smoother, ballet like, the higher room cap allowing for this.

He was close to just pulling his tool out and masturbating openly, he was swooning.



Sarah looked down, admired his bulging shorts and seeing his anxious discomfort, concerned she stammered"er ... are you ok ? you're not hypersensitive to me in any way are you, as you seem to be .... Oh !"

Now, it was Sarah's turn to be startled, as she realised what she was seeing,

"You .... you, .... you're attracted to me, sexually ?."Tom nodded in reply, trying to beg, but unable to speak".. I'm in heat energy, this isn't suppose to happen to humans, you aren't suppose to smell out my sweet heat hormones - it's why I am up here at home, being on heating system, in the pub, where I work, would just send the dogs into frenzy. I've even sent my 3 kittens to ride out with protagonist, it doesn't fall out often but when it does, being single, you have to almost isolate ...."

As Sarah spoke and realism dawned on her, here she was, in full hotness, with a male person, who no one knew about, who was new ... to everything.

Subconsciously she curled her tail around, over her back, stroking his neck opening and brass with the tip, he shivered with inflammation. She came in close, thankfully he had a tidy face fungus and a small hair, naked human skin is a little too much bareness, thankfully humans wearing wearing apparel, but they would be so much nicer with fur ... She was now starting to run on automatic, her warmth pickings over .... Tom was now almost prey.

Tom looked, almost in horror, as she dropped down onto her front wooden leg her then lowered, head word bent down to his genitals,"you can stroke my ears"Sarah said, tilting her heading down to proffer Tom her ears, Tom reached his arms forward, his manus touched at the pedestal of her triangulated spike, one each, she purred quietly, he brushed his hands turn, following up to the tips, her purring increased. He repeated, keeping his stokes decelerate and soft, her fur was soft and silken."Perfect Tom, just like that"Sarah confirmed. He felt his member almost burst, he looked down, at the top of her head, he could feel her hot breath on his genitals, her presence paw smoothly came up his thigh, found his zip, pulled it down and loosened his belt.

She brought her rear around the side of the chair, almost bending herself twice, can in the air, the sweet smelling was stronger than ever, not a indisposed sweetness smell but something light but brawny."now my tail, in the same way Tom"Sarah whisperingly asked ... Tom moved his veracious hand, from her ear, to her nates alongside him, starting at the foot, wrapping his script around it, softly, like the showtime fortuity of a hand job, slowly, softly pulling upwards to the tip, Sarah purred louder, deep interior ... Tom's left hand continued to whirl and stroke her ear.

Sarah's hand pulled at Tom's shorts, he raised his bum for a second, Sarah pulled them quickly down to below his knees and now he was in his pugilist, he felt her exhale on his crotch, her strong dampness breath was like velvet, his dick was stretching his boxers out, with a damp spot of pre-cum ... Tom's hand returned to the base of operations of Sarah's bottom, as he was about to get another stroke upwards Sarah falteringly whispered"time to go lower, under my shadow, I need you to ...."Tom drew his handwriting down the base of her nates, stroked her anus, she shivered, her tail quivering now,"grim, maybe another time, I hear you humans like that, but abject ..."Sarah purred, she was now almost trousering. Her mouth opened, Sarah looked up smiling undetermined mouthed, showing razor sharp tooth ... She lowered onto his bulging pugilist, Tom whilst at the height of excitement was now terrified, what passes for sex here ? ...

Toms flop hand was now, just slowly lowering below her anus, a trivial plot of ground of fur and then a wet plot, his middle finger found the slit, as the first finger slipped in, Sarah's teeth snatched at Uncle Tom Boxer and with a twist of her fountainhead, his boxers rent and tore open air, his sprung loaded dick flicked onto her nose.

Faster than he could see, she engulfed his throbbing member with her mouth, no teeth thankfully, just lips and glossa wrapped around ... His body quaked, her tail was now quivering continuously and her purring was deep, vibrating his shaft and his finger ... Her tongue was like no humans, part rough, component voiced, as she flicked it up and around, alternating, then the rough lapping down to his balls and back up to the tip, her lips now deep onto his pubic haircloth, fully immersing his penis.

Well that was it, Tom's load exploded into Sarah's sass, The press that had built up just couldn't be contained any longer,

Tom felt as if rivers of cum came out, he thrust his coxa up and she pushed her chief down, her lips pushing down on his crotch, Tom's finger pushed hard quivering into her pussycat ( do they address it that ? or is it a"human"Tom pondered for some farcical moment ). One finger quickly became 2, inside a well lubricated burrow that vibrated with her purring, that echoed onto his dick and orchis. The Sarah sucked, jeez Tom thought he would be sucked inside out ... she was incredible.

Tom kept vibrating and pumping his fingers, Sarah stopped sucking and released his now limp dick, resting her header on his lap"hold going, delight don't stop"she pleaded"use your thumb, find the unvoiced situation “, Tom, using his right thumb searched the damp sass of Sarah's vulva, hard whilst pumping from the wrist joint, then he found it, as soon as he tweaked it, Sarah convulsed,

"meaow"she screeched, purring rapidly,"in time, faster, gruelling, please, please ..."pleaded Sarah again, Tom adjusted his hand wait, matching her rhythm, keeping his ovolo flicking what must be her G spot, as Sarah's head came off his lap, bringing round her rump, tail and bum onto his lap, stretching her head and body out in social movement, front end paws out stretched on the flooring, thrusting her rose hip, using her rear peg, her quarter vertical in the air, showing her anus to him, the sweet scent was now so intoxicating his sight was blurred, he could find his penis re-building. Sarah started to slowly rhythmically take the air her rear leg, on the point, adding to the movement in her vagina

Tom stared at her anus and couldn't resist, it was calling to him, all he had to do was tilt forwards, his wind hit the base of her tail, she quivered again, he pushed his knife out and immediately tasted the angelic aroma he had been smelling since he had walked around that spit of soil this morning. His mind nearly exploded, he had to consume more than, he pushed his spit deeper, licking around the outer ring then back inside.

Sarah eubstance convulsed,"meaow"she screeched again, her backside was thrusting backwards, as Tom's tongue and digit pushed forwards, her purring was now augmented by panting and heaving breathing, then she doubled up, in turmoil like electric daze, vibrating and screaming, juices flowed down her vagina, spraying over his hand, arm and T shirt. Coming to a final spasm and Sarah held mid thrust.

The strength of the wave of sweet olfactory property coming with Sarah's cum juices hit Tom like a Qaeda bollock bat, he could just sit there stunned momentarily ecstatic, feeling himself cum too, just with the pleasure of pleasuring her and receiving the chemical rewarding mellow, better than any alcohol or drug. He had never felt similar or had ever had anyone react like that ! He withdrew his fingers, now realizing he was soaked with cat cum.

She slowly came down, relaxing, exhaling, sliding her hindquarters down his lap, slowly caressing it over his now rejuvenating dick, teasing it by brushing her wet vulva lips and anus along it's flaccid duration.

Then turning around to present him, with a smile, she brought her foreland back to look his, bringing her lips up to his, kissing him, not a peck, an unfold mouth, a fan kiss, holding it, whilst wrapping her front line branch around, her paws to the hindquarters of his head, Tom did likewise, bringing his deal up behind her ears, her tongue went in deep, again rough but in a nice way, her lip were exotic, Tom felt his penis starting to fill again and Sarah purred in response ....

"well, if I knew that humans were like that, I would have tried one Sooner"Sarah whispered, as she pulled back and winked at him, with those recondite luminescent William Green eyes.

Continued ..

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