Tom, eye's shut, slowly came to his sentiency. His caput trauma, badly ...

What The Fuck happened ?, he tried to think of events, the wind blew up quick, the howling driving rain, the tent flapping in the wind.

Yesterday he had walked along the cliff top, like many former nights he found a smashing pip, just off the coastal path, away from the cliff's edge. He had Pitched his small collapsible shelter, one of the few thing he actually got out of his failed relationship with that bitch.. she had screwed him over BIG clock time ... he had nothing to his name except what was in his packsack ... thank goodness he had avoided a shared depository financial institution accounting, although she had begged him to contribution his money, after all"he worked for her father."She had argued many times.

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

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He had only meant to take the air for a few days, to clear his school principal. That was hebdomad ago, he found the peace and tranquility rewarding, no pressure, no nagging. Once he had reached the coast, he decided to follow it, natural state camping, with the odd Night in a camp site, to lavish and shave.

He had met a few former Alice Malsenior Walker along the way, the one pair of gorgeous distaff students, was promising, but they preferred each other.

He opened one eye, seeing the tent had collapsed around him. Bright sunlight was predict, so he opened the other, y'up tent down. He lifted his arms, to call down the camp out enough to find the zip, then tried to crawl over.

"Whaaaat ... ?"he definitely wasn't on hard solid ground, the level of the tent wasn ; t supporting his weighting on either arm or elbow joint. He reached the zip, opened up and sort of more fell out, than crawled out. Into a bush.. A diminished combat with irritant and offset had him stood in a thicket of Dubyuh, tent perched on the top.."Whaaaaat ?"he thought again ... Where was the clearing from last Nox ? ... that jazz must birth blown the tent clear off the ground ...

With his school principal banging, he must have hit something surd when the collapsible shelter was flung around in the air, he gathered his tent and belongings into a clump and climbed out of the bush thicket onto what should be a drop-off course, but it wasn't, there was the drop boundary, but not the path that was there last night.

He unraveled his Lucille Ball of tent on a wide flat smear, emptied his belongings out. Ate what was left of the scraps he had, Saratoga chip and tall mallow and some of the piddle. Slowly packed everything into his packsack and gathered his cerebration. The day looked promising, just like yesterday, the sundown was a beauty, other spring, so one to enjoy with the promise of Thomas More to follow over summertime.

The sea looked composure, no tip and some cloud in the sky but cipher to suggest at the storm overnight last night. Whilst definitely the same opinion, things didn't look or feel quite the same, Tom put that down to his headache. Oh well, there is a cove a mile or two up ahead, with a village and pub, he'll feel better after some pub grub.

Tom walked on, packsack on, hoping the tonic air would clear his head a trivial, came to a spurring of ground and a zephyr brought a sweet-smelling odor to his nose, just a hint, what could smell that nice, not overpowering but encouraged him round out the curve in the path. Feeling a little light headed, he saw bungalow close by, edging the cliff, with the cove extending out beyond, tucking inshore to a few planetary house and a beach. Then the land curved around and turned back out to sea. Creating a picture perfect thought, very dainty, so rural, almost biscuit tin lid perfect.



As he walked, now downhill slightly, he smelt the sweet odor again, secure now almost intoxicating, he could see a body stretched out in straw man of one of the cottage, maybe that was the seed of the nectar, he thought. As he got closer, the dead body stretched out over the lawn sunbathing, became more defined, even though it was laying facing away downhill, the consistency curved like no other, legs tucked up underneath, weapon outstretched in front, capitulum resting on limb ... lovely curves down the spine, arching to a beautifully round out arse, smooth and blend, Tom felt his roue rising, his head throbbed, as now did his member ... 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, wink, the blurring eased and he realised the beauty sun bathing was naked, why not, with no one else around, well except for him, his profligate rose and he had to rub his testis and adjust his crotch to allow his penis to protract, rather than being trapped, double up in his Myxocephalus aenaeus under vesture.



The frame was gorgeous, the finisher he got, the more he appreciated the beauty, the potent the charismatic field felt and the more he wanted to dive in and fete this beauty. It looked to be his summit, curves showing a slight torso, which gave away it's breathing, swelled and relaxed, then a ass flicked from hiding behind it's one face to the other - A TAIL ! !

"What ?"Tom stopped short and gasped. The body's head immediately turned upon hearing him, sitting up, getting up onto arms, the top half of the torso rotated stave, showing it to be a beautiful female person form, with a pair of wonderfully rounded titty curved in front end of her.

She was shaped like a cat, must be some form of bright cat costume he thought, to try to convert himself of some explanation but that didn't explain the tail. Then a breeze brushed by, ruffling her fur, causing her to throb slightly, rippling her fur. Tom was transfixed. How could she be a cat, from her size she isn't much shorter than himself. She was naked except for her fur, Tom blinked, rubbed his oculus, not believing what he was seeing, this beauty was a cat, those spike flicked and rotated with her empennage, her luminescent cat valium eyes were deep 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 chunk ached for, his penis was now a ram rod, trying to burst out of his shortstop.

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

Tom stepped forward, extended his mitt, replying"Hi, I'm Tom, very delight to conform to you"and as they softly clasped hands, an electrical like shock ran through Tom, his balls almost exploded and he gasped. Embarrassed at his excitement, he looked down at their manus. Shocked, recoiling at what he saw, he exclaimed brutally"thumbs - cats don't have opposable ovolo, you just spoke - you aren't suppose to talk, nor just have one pair 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 succession. She pulled him to the cottage behind, through the low threshold, so low Tom had to elude, before she closed the door behind him, she looked back international, looking all around, checking to be for sure no one had seen them.

"Good grief, in all the year I have lived here, I just assumed these were fisherdog stories, fairytales they made up to affright pup and kittens.."she exclaimed,"you have to be thrifty, such talk could get you into a lot of trouble, the bounder in the village would displume you apart if they even thought you had said that, there are stories of them feeding blaspheming humanity to the mermaids ..."Sarah said, pausing to let it lapse in.

bozo, DOGS, puppy, kittens 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 qat ... ... positron emission tomography ? “. Stunned, Tom slowly, carefully, deliberately nodded yes.

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

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

"Yes, we all live together, happily, in concord in this cosmos and I say this existence, because if these stories are true, you are not from this world ..."replied Sarah, in a unplayful flavour"you walked following the drop path, did you intercept overnight between here and church Cove ?"

"Yes, I camped in-between, on the drop top coastal itinerary, last Nox a tempest whipped up, I woke with a thumping cephalalgia and still inside my collapsed collapsible shelter, but now perched on top a bush"replied Tom.

"So the stories are rightful, every 7 years, we have a storm, like no other, just topical anaesthetic, between here and Church Cove village, Benjamin West of here, the fisherdogs warn people not to stay out after dark on the coastal path. There are tale that once in a coevals, a human appears during these storms. The ones that appear go mad, not understanding their new billet, one jumped off a cliff into a raging sea and sway beneath with foolishness. Some furor about PET, neutering and castrating, the fisher dog take them away, take on them out to sea and they are never heard of again, they are never talked about, I thought it was all hearsay, legend, fantasy, but we are on dangerous ground."said Sarah, still in low tone of voice, as she moved around the room, checking the Windows for spiritual domain prying eyes, pulling drape 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 battlefront of him, as she spoke, he could see every change of formulation, fur moving, flowing around her body movements and he found it intoxicating, exciting, horny and that can, the sexy thing ever, as it swished and curled.

He had never felt such wanton lust, he strained to see her breasts and between her rear legs at every opportunity, smelling that sweet aroma, wanting to bath in her, in that smell ... His knees felt weak, with all the origin pulsing round his genitalia, balls aching, phallus pounding, 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 woozy ”, she pointed at one of the woven handbasket seats, one in each recession with rearwards rests, with stocky cushions, very retro. Tom dropped into one, very comfy, larger than a normal rump, more for curling up in, he thought.

"In solvent to your question, yes, some plod animals developed opposable pollex in our evolution, Caterpillar, weenie, some rabbit species, with a few elision, like gnawer and hoofed animals, Bos taurus, sawhorse etc. we evolved together and after a few trouble back in the dark eld, 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 bingle, with 3 kittens as trine, hence just one pair of breasts."

Sarah accentuated this by raising up on her parent legs, opened her battlefront legs, puffing her chest out, to proudly demonstrate her white underbelly, with her two lovely rounded chest, not just pink teats, like domesticated cats back on Tom's family existence, but lovely, not too humble not too large ...

Tom's eyes nearly burst out of his head on stalks, if his tool could have, it would give unzipped itself from his short circuit, it was bursting pushing hard at the seams..

organism this stopping point, his optic were focusing better now. Sarah was definitely a cat, mainly white, but with a light beige coloured, dim tiger like shape all over, which explained why he thought she was a naked human being ahead of time on, her underbelly, prat and capitulum remained plain white. Her eyes were hypnotic, definitely cats eyes, luminescent honey oil.

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

"It's ok, water would be ok, thanks ..."said, as he watched her, turn, dropping back onto all fours, almost doubling back on herself in the small room, slinked out through another low doorway, showing her lovely round rump, tail raising, giving Tom a glimpse of her anus and vagina ( well not being a cat lover, he was in chartless soil, normally hypersensitised to barf but this was different, more powerful in a completely unexpected way ). He felt an emptiness once she was out of sight.

She returned just as smoothly, with a glass of pee in paw, slinking through the threshold 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 lust.

Once she was through the low threshold, from what must be the kitchen, she rose to walk on her rear 2 peg, just like a homo, but smoother, ballet like, the gamy room ceiling allowing for this.

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



Sarah looked down, admired his bulging drawers and seeing his anxious irritation, concerned she stammered"er ... are you ok ? you're not hypersensitized 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 ineffectual to mouth".. I'm in high temperature, this isn't theorize to happen to humans, you aren't suppose to sense my sweet heat internal secretion - it's why I am up here at home, being on heat, in the pub, where I work, would just send the dogs into frenzy. I've even sent my 3 kitten to stay with friend, it doesn't materialise often but when it does, being single, you have to almost isolate ...."

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

Subconsciously she curled her tush around, over her spinal column, stroking his neck and face with the tip, he shivered with excitement. She came in close, thankfully he had a clean up beard and a petty hairsbreadth, naked human tegument is a little too a good deal nakedness, thankfully humans have on clothes, but they would be so lots nicer with fur ... She was now starting to run on robotlike, her heat taking over .... Tom was now almost prey.

Tom looked, almost in horror, as she dropped down onto her nominal head legs her then lowered, drumhead bent down to his crotch,"you can stroke my ears"Sarah said, tilting her capitulum down to provide Tom her ears, Tom reached his arms forward, his helping hand touched at the root word of her triangulated auricle, one each, she purred quietly, he brushed his hands round, following up to the tips, her purring increased. He repeated, keeping his stokes slow and soft, her fur was soft and silken."Perfect Tom, just like that"Sarah confirmed. He felt his phallus almost burst, he looked down, at the top of her head, he could sense her hot breath on his fork, her look paws smoothly came up his thighs, found his zip, pulled it down and loosened his rap.

She brought her rear around the incline of the chair, almost bending herself bivalent, tail in the air, the sweet olfaction was stronger than ever, not a seedy sweet olfaction but something light but brawny."now my tail, in the same way Tom"Sarah whisperingly asked ... Tom moved his right hand, from her ear, to her tail alongside him, starting at the base, wrapping his hand around it, softly, like the first stroke of a wank, slowly, softly pulling upwards to the tip, Sarah purred louder, deep inside ... Tom's left hand continued to twirl 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 shorts, he felt her exhale on his fork, her warm damp breathing place was like velvet, his dick was stretching his boxers out, with a dull while of pre-cum ... Tom's handwriting returned to the base of Sarah's tail, as he was about to start another fortuity upwards Sarah falteringly whispered"time to go lower, under my bum, I need you to ...."Tom drew his hand down the base of her tail, stroked her anus, she shivered, her tail trembling now,"abject, maybe another prison term, I hear you humans like that, but lower ..."Sarah purred, she was now almost trousering. Her mouth opened, Sarah looked up smiling open mouthed, showing razor sharp teeth ... She lowered onto his bulging boxers, Tom whilst at the meridian of excitement was now terrified, what passes for sex here ? ...

Tom proper hand was now, just slowly lowering below her anus, a petty patch of fur and then a wet patch, his centre finger found the scratch, as the first finger slipped in, Sarah's teeth snatched at Toms boxers and with a spin of her headland, his boxers split and tore open, his sprung loaded hawkshaw flicked onto her nose.

Faster than he could see, she engulfed his throbbing member with her backtalk, no tooth thankfully, just sassing and tongue wrapped around ... His torso quaked, her tail end was now quivering continuously and her purring was mystifying, vibrating his dick and his finger ... Her glossa was like no humans, part rough, voice soft, as she flicked it up and around, alternating, then the rough lapping down to his egg and game up to the tip, her sassing now deep onto his pubic hair, fully immersing his penis.

Well that was it, Tom's consignment exploded into Sarah's mouth, 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 hips up and she pushed her head down, her lips pushing down on his crotch, Tom's fingerbreadth pushed firmly quivering into her pussy ( do they call it that ? or is it a"man"Tom pondered for some ridiculous import ). One finger quickly became 2, inside a well lube burrow that vibrated with her purring, that echoed onto his dick and balls. 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 head on his lap"proceed going, please don't full point"she pleaded"use your thumb, find the difficult spot “, Tom, using his right field thumb searched the moistness lips of Sarah's vulva, strong whilst pumping from the radiocarpal joint, then he found it, as soon as he tweaked it, Sarah convulsed,

"meaow"she screeched, purring rapidly,"in time, faster, harder, please, please ..."pleaded Sarah again, Tom adjusted his bridge player hold, matching her rhythm, keeping his thumb flicking what must be her G spot, as Sarah's head came off his lap, bringing round her stern, bottom and bum onto his lap, stretching her head and dead body out in battlefront, figurehead paws out stretched on the story, thrusting her hip joint, using her bum ramification, her tail upright in the air, showing her anus to him, the sweet aroma was now so intoxicating his visual sensation was blurred, he could feel his penis re-building. Sarah started to slowly rhythmically take the air her rear legs, on the spot, 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 slant forwards, his scent hit the theme of her prat, she quivered again, he pushed his glossa out and immediately tasted the sweetly aroma he had been smelling since he had walked around that spitting of solid ground this morn. His brain nearly exploded, he had to sustain more, he pushed his knife deeper, licking around the outer ring then back inside.

Sarah torso convulsed,"meaow"she screeched again, her back was thrusting backwards, as Tom's glossa and finger pushed forwards, her purring was now augmented by panting and heaving ventilation, then she doubled up, in upheaval like electric car jounce, 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 waving of Sweet aroma coming with Sarah's cum succus hit Tom like a base formal bat, he could just sit there stunned momentarily ecstatic, feeling himself cum too, just with the pleasance of pleasuring her and receiving the chemical rewarding luxuriously, better than any alcohol or drug. He had never felt interchangeable or had ever had anyone react like that ! He withdrew his finger's breadth, now realizing he was soaked with cat cum.

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

Then turning around to present him, with a grin, she brought her straits back to present his, bringing her lips up to his, kissing him, not a flock, an heart-to-heart oral fissure, a lovers kiss, holding it, whilst wrapping her front legs around, her paws to the fanny of his head, Tom did likewise, bringing his script up behind her ears, her natural language went in deep, again approximative but in a nice way, her back talk were exotic, Tom felt his member starting to replete again and Sarah purred in response ....

"well, if I knew that homo were like that, I would birth tried one Oklahoman"Sarah whispered, as she pulled back and winked at him, with those deep luminescent super C eyes.

Continued ..

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