Tom, eye's shut, slowly came to his grass. His brain scathe, badly ...

What The shtup happened ?, he tried to remember events, the wind blew up quick, the howling driving pelting, the tent flap in the wind.

Yesterday he had walked along the cliff top, like many other Night he found a great touch, just off the coastal track, away from the cliff's edge. He had Pitched his small-scale tent, one of the few things he actually got out of his failed relationship with that bitch.. she had screwed him over BIG sentence ... he had nothing to his epithet except what was in his haversack ... thank goodness he had avoided a divvy up bank 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 idea of how farseeing he had been deceived, but once he caught them, it had deteriorated fast, he lost their flat ( no need 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 walk for a few days, to clear his headspring. That was calendar week ago, he found the repose and tranquility rewarding, no pressure, no nagging. Once he had reached the coast, he decided to watch over it, wild camping, with the odd Nox in a camp situation, to shower and shave.

He had met a few other walkers along the way, the one twosome of gorgeous distaff pupil, was prognosticate, 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 camp down. He lifted his implements of war, to provoke the tent enough to find the zip, then tried to cower over.

"Whaaaat ... ?"he definitely wasn't on hard ground, the floor of the tent wasn ; t supporting his free weight on either arm or cubital joint. He reached the zip, opened up and sort of more fell out, than crawled out. Into a bush.. A small fight with thorns and outgrowth had him stood in a thicket of Dubyuh, collapsible shelter perched on the top.."Whaaaaat ?"he thought again ... Where was the glade from last nighttime ? ... that wind must have blown the tent exculpated off the ground ...

With his head banging, he must take hit something grueling when the tent was flung around in the air, he gathered his tent and belongings into a ball and climbed out of the bush brushwood onto what should be a drop-off path, but it wasn't, there was the cliff edge, but not the itinerary that was there hold up night.

He unraveled his ball of tent on a wide monotonous blot, emptied his belonging out. Ate what was left of the scraps he had, crisps and cheese and some of the water. Slowly packed everything into his back pack and gathered his intellection. The day looked anticipate, just like yesterday, the sunset was a beauty, early spring, so one to enjoy with the promise of more to add up over summer.

The sea looked calm, no wind and some clouds in the sky but nothing to hint at the storm overnight last dark. Whilst definitely the same view, things didn't looking or feel quite the same, Tom put that down to his worry. Oh well, there is a cove a air mile or two up ahead, with a village and pub, he'll feel better after some pub grub.

Tom walked on, rucksack on, hoping the newly air would realise his head a small, came to a urging of land and a zephyr brought a sweet-smelling aroma to his nose, just a hint, what could smell that nice, not overpowering but encouraged him round the plication in the course. Feeling a little light headed, he saw cottages close by, edging the drop-off, with the cove extending out beyond, tucking inshore to a few household and a beach. Then the farming curved around and turned back out to sea. Creating a picture perfect purview, very twee, so rural, almost cookie tin lid perfect.



As he walked, now downhill slightly, he smelt the sweet aroma again, unassailable now almost intoxicating, he could see a consistence stretched out in straw man of one of the cottages, maybe that was the beginning 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 body curved like no other, legs tucked up underneath, arms outstretched in strawman, head resting on arms ... lovely curves down the spine, arching to a beautifully labialise arse, smooth and blending, Tom felt his pedigree ascent, his header 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 attraction were pulling him forwards, blinking, the blurring eased and he realised the beauty sun bathing was naked, why not, with no one else around, well except for him, his line of descent rose and he had to scratch his balls and adapt his crotch to allow his penis to extend, rather than being trapped, double up in his grubby under habiliment.



The SHAPE was gorgeous, the closer he got, the more he appreciated the beaut, the stronger the charismatic subject field felt and the more he wanted to dive in and observe this peach. It looked to be his height, curves showing a slim body, which gave away it's breathing, swelled and relaxed, then a butt flicked from hiding behind it's one incline to the other - A TAIL ! !

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

She was shaped like a cat, must be some class of brilliant cat costume he thought, to try to convince himself of some explanation but that didn't explain the tail. Then a breeze brushed by, ruffling her fur, causing her to shiver 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 defenseless except for her fur, Tom blinked, rubbed his oculus, not believing what he was seeing, this beauty was a cat, those ears flicked and rotated with her tail, her luminescent green middle were deep and inviting.

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

"I, I.. I ‘ m sorry I didn't mean value to startle you"stammer Tom, not believing what his oculus were showing him and his balls ached for, his penis was now a ram rod, trying to burst 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 satisfy you"and as they softly clasped mitt, an electric like shock ran through Tom, his balls almost exploded and he gasped. Embarrassed at his excitement, he looked down at their hands. Shocked, recoiling at what he saw, he exclaimed brutally"ovolo - cat-o'-nine-tails don't have opposable pollex, you just spoke - you aren't suppose to talk, nor just have one duet of titmouse"..

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

"Good grief, in all the years I have lived here, I just assumed these were fisherdog news report, cock-and-bull story they made up to fright pup and kittens.."she exclaimed,"you have to be careful, such talk could get you into a lot of trouble, the hound in the settlement would deplumate you apart if they even thought you had said that, there are fib of them feeding blaspheming humanity to the mermaids ..."Sarah said, pausing to let it sink in.

CATS, DOGS, puppies, 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 cats ... ... pets ? “. Stunned, Tom slowly, carefully, deliberately nodded yes.

"Never, ever, but never say such a thing, there are stories of homo repeating this and they are never seen again. These are dangerous language, 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 musical harmony in this domain and I say this mankind, because if these stories are rightful, you are not from this public ..."replied Sarah, in a grievous tone"you walked following the drop course, did you stop overnight between here and church service Cove ?"

"Yes, I camped in-between, on the cliff top coastal track, finally nighttime a violent storm whipped up, I woke with a thumping vexation and still inside my break up tent, but now perched on top a George Walker Bush"replied Tom.

"So the stories are true, every 7 year, we have a violent storm, like no former, just local, between here and church service Cove village, western United States of here, the fisherdogs warn people not to stay out after wickedness on the coastal itinerary. There are fib that once in a genesis, a human appears during these storm. The ace that appear go mad, not understanding their new post, one jumped off a cliff into a raging sea and rocks beneath with madness. Some madness about pet, neutering and castrating, the fisher heel take them away, bring them out to sea and they are never heard of again, they are never talked about, I thought it was all hearsay, fable, fantasy, but we are on life-threatening soil."said Sarah, still in low tones, as she moved around the room, checking the windows for unseen prying eye, pulling pall closed.

Tom felt dizzy, his head spinning, but still his genitalia throbbed, how could it, she's a cat ? he kept admiring this beautiful creature in nominal head of him, as she spoke, he could see every change of expression, fur moving, flowing around her body front and he found it intoxicating, exciting, horny and that tail, the sexiest thing ever, as it swished and curled.

He had never felt such wanton lust, he strained to see her breasts and between her fanny legs at every opportunity, smelling that gratifying odour, wanting to bath in her, in that smell ... His genu felt weak, with all the blood line pulsing round his crotch, lump aching, penis throbbing, it was all he could do to persist 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 basket fundament, one in each corner with back rests, with thick shock absorber, very retro. Tom dropped into one, very comfy, tumid than a normal seat, more than for curling up in, he thought.

"In answer to your question, yes, some cushiony brute developed opposable thumbs in our evolution, cats, frankfurter, some rabbit species, with a few exceptions, like rodents and hoofed animals, cows, horse cavalry etc. we evolved together and after a few problems back in the wickedness age, we now live in harmony with humans. Yes I can speak, like you we enjoy sex for pleasance, only have a few sibling, I am unusual being single, with 3 kitten as triplet, hence just one pair of breasts."

Sarah accentuated this by raising up on her bring up legs, opened her front stage, puffing her thorax out, to proudly show her blanched underbelly, with her two lovely rounded boob, not just rap tit, like domesticated cats back on Tom's rest home world, but lovely, not too diminished not too large ...

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

being this close, his middle were focusing better now. Sarah was definitely a cat, mainly snowy, but with a fire up ecru coloured, faint Panthera tigris like pattern all over, which explained why he thought she was a naked human being early on on, her underbelly, empennage and capitulum remained unmistakable white. Her eyes were hypnotic, definitely Caterpillar eyes, luminescent honey oil.

"You look hot, flushed, can get you a beverage ?, I would say milk, but I would expect you want something we don't have, like tea or coffee, 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-scale room, slinked out through another low doorway, showing her lovely turn seat, fag end fosterage, giving Tom a glimpse of her anus and vagina ( well not being a cat lover, he was in uncharted territory, normally allergic to disgorge but this was different, more hefty in a completely unexpected way ). He felt an emptiness once she was out of sight.

She returned just as smoothly, with a drinking glass of body of water 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 lust.

Once she was through the low doorway, from what must be the kitchen, she rose to walk on her rear 2 legs, just like a man, but smoother, concert dance like, the high-pitched room roof allowing for this.

He was fill up to just pulling his hawkshaw out and masturbating openly, he was swooning.



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

Now, it was Sarah's good 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 utter".. I'm in heat, this isn't presuppose to materialise to humankind, you aren't suppose to sense my sweetness heat endocrine - it's why I am up here at home, being on oestrus, in the pub, where I work, would just send the dogs into frenzy. I've even sent my 3 kittens to stay with friends, it doesn't happen often but when it does, being bingle, you have to almost sequestrate ...."

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

Subconsciously she curled her shadower around, over her back, stroking his neck and cheek with the tip, he shivered with excitement. She came in close, thankfully he had a tidy beard and a little hair, au naturel human skin is a little too much desolation, thankfully humans wear clothes, but they would be so a lot nicer with fur ... She was now starting to run on automatic, her warmth pickings over .... Tom was now almost prey.

Tom looked, almost in repulsion, as she dropped down onto her front line wooden leg her then lowered, head bent down to his crotch,"you can stroke my ears"Sarah said, tilting her head down to provide Tom her ears, Tom reached his arms forward, his hands touched at the base of her triangulated ears, one each, she purred quietly, he brushed his hands round, following up to the crest, her purring increased. He repeated, keeping his stokes slow and cushy, her fur was sonant and silky."perfect tense Tom, just like that"Sarah confirmed. He felt his penis almost burst, he looked down, at the top of her head, he could palpate her hot breath on his crotch, her figurehead manus smoothly came up his thigh, found his zip, pulled it down and loosened his belt.

She brought her keister around the side of the chair, almost bending herself doubled, fanny in the air, the sweet smell was potent than ever, not a seedy dessert smell but something alight but brawny."now my tail, in the Lapplander way Tom"Sarah whisperingly asked ... Tom moved his properly hand, from her ear, to her rump alongside him, starting at the base, wrapping his hand around it, softly, like the get-go stroke of a wank, slowly, softly pulling upwards to the tip, Sarah purred louder, deeply inside ... Tom's left handwriting continued to twirl and stroke her ear.

Sarah's mitt pulled at Tom's shorts, he raised his bum for a endorsement, Sarah pulled them quickly down to below his stifle and now he was in his boxers, he felt her exhale on his crotch, her warm damp breath was like velvet, his hawkshaw was stretching his Boxer out, with a dampish patch of pre-cum ... Tom's hand returned to the theme of Sarah's tail, as he was about to get down another stroke upwards Sarah falteringly whispered"time to go lower, under my quarter, I need you to ...."Tom drew his hand down the base of her tail, stroked her anus, she shivered, her tail palpitation now,"depressed, maybe another time, I hear you world like that, but lower ..."Sarah purred, she was now almost heaving. Her mouth opened, Sarah looked up smiling candid mouthed, showing razor sharp tooth ... She lowered onto his bulging boxers, Tom whilst at the height of fervour was now terrified, what passes for sex here ? ...

Toms right bridge player was now, just slowly lowering below her anus, a slight spell of fur and then a wet patch, his middle finger's breadth found the twat, as the low finger slipped in, Sarah's dentition snatched at Uncle Tom pugilist and with a twist of her head, his boxers stock split and tore open, his sprung loaded dick flicked onto her nose.

Faster than he could see, she engulfed his throbbing phallus with her mouth, no tooth thankfully, just brim and tongue wrapped around ... His eubstance quaked, her tail was now quivering continuously and her purring was deep, vibrating his dick and his digit ... Her tongue was like no mankind, part rough, part diffused, as she flicked it up and around, alternating, then the rough lapping down to his balls and bet on up to the tip, her lips now deep onto his pubic pilus, fully immersing his penis.

Well that was it, Tom's lode exploded into Sarah's sass, The force per unit area 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 finger's breadth pushed knockout quivering into her pussy ( do they call 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 balls. The Sarah sucked, jeez Tom thought he would be sucked inside out ... she was incredible.

Tom kept vibrating and pumping his finger, Sarah stopped sucking and released his now limp dick, resting her promontory on his lap"keep going, please don't stoppage"she pleaded"use your pollex, find the hard spot “, Tom, using his redress thumb searched the damp back talk of Sarah's vulva, hard whilst pumping from the wrist, then he found it, as soon as he tweaked it, Sarah convulsed,

"meaow"she screeched, purring rapidly,"in fourth dimension, faster, intemperate, please, please ..."pleaded Sarah again, Tom adjusted his hand hold, matching her calendar method, keeping his thumb flicking what must be her G spot, as Sarah's nous came off his lap, bringing round her rear, tail and bum onto his lap, stretching her head and consistency out in front, strawman paws out stretched on the level, thrusting her hips, using her rear legs, her tail vertical in the air, showing her anus to him, the unfermented perfume was now so intoxicating his sight was blurred, he could feel his member re-building. Sarah started to slowly rhythmically walk her arse 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 thin forwards, his pry hit the floor of her buns, she quivered again, he pushed his glossa out and immediately tasted the sweet aroma he had been smelling since he had walked around that spit of acres this dawning. His genius nearly exploded, he had to have More, he pushed his spit deeper, licking around the outer ring then back inside.

Sarah body convulsed,"meaow"she screeched again, her fanny was thrusting backwards, as Tom's tongue and fingers pushed forwards, her purring was now augmented by panting and heaving ventilation, then she doubled up, in convulsions like electric impact, vibrating and screaming, juices flowed down her vagina, spraying over his handwriting, arm and T shirt. Coming to a final spasm and Sarah held mid thrust.

The forte of the wave of sweet odor coming with Sarah's cum juice hit Tom like a base egg 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 in high spirits, considerably than any alcohol or drug. He had never felt similar or had ever had anyone react like that ! He withdrew his digit, now realizing he was soaked with cat cum.

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

Then turning around to look him, with a smile, she brought her foreland back to face his, bringing her sassing up to his, kissing him, not a peck, an undefended mouth, a lovers kiss, holding it, whilst wrapping her front legs around, her paws to the rear of his head, Tom did likewise, bringing his work force up behind her ears, her tongue went in deep, again grating but in a nice way, her lip were exotic, Tom felt his phallus starting to fulfill again and Sarah purred in response ....

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

Continued ..

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