This is a history of passing, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In real life, use a condom, damnit ! unwanted sister, HIV and all sorts of less sexual diseases await the idiot who `` dips his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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I Dream of Demie 8 - prophet and Loss ( MF, expert ?, cons, magic, impreg ? )

by Krosis of the Collective

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I looked out over the rocky terrain from my high up vantage point. The parts of the realm below that were n't pock marked with bubbling lava pocket billiards appeared to be soot black or some early jet shameful John Rock, as was the drop-off I was standing on. The sky was good of red, angry clouds that I knew would never rain. A flash bulb in the distance was followed quickly by a boom of thunder that seemed to resound through my bones.

Demie was by my incline, though she was wearing some sort of bristling black and greyness metallic armor. A slight breeze blew her tomentum back ... she was so beautiful.

'' He 's coming, '' she stated worriedly, looking toward where the lightning flashed again. BOOOOOMM !

'' I know, '' I replied. I did n't strike my eyes off of her.

She turned to cope with my gaze. Why was she was acting so differently than normal ? Less haughty ? `` What do you want me to do ? '' she asked.

'' osculation me. ``

Demie did n't hesitate, leaning her drumhead toward me, her lips pursed.

As our backtalk touched I screamed.

I was still screaming as I woke. She was kissing me ! I was going to die !

'' ROWWRRR ! ``

'' What ... what ... ? '' I was in my bed, in a session position now. I looked to the face to see the cat -- well, the human woman who had once been a cat -- in a defensive position, her munition outstretched with sharp fingernails ready.

My mouth was wet. I realized that she had been licking my oral fissure to wake me up and that had turned into a osculation in my dream.

That aspiration ... what had it been about ? It was fading ... Demie ... skag in the distance ...

'' Mowrr ? ``

'' Sorry, '' I offered to my new lover, `` It 's okeh. I did n't signify to scare you. Tch tch. ``

My calming whole step seemed to experience the proper effect and she `` sheathed her nipper, '' so to speak. She promptly turned away and presented her butt.

'' Mew ? ``

Kate, my unexpected Wiccan roomie ( would that be the correct word for soul who created a entirely set of way attached to my Scots heather wardrobe ? Well, whatever she was ) had transformed a neighborhood cat in heat into a womanhood for me to have sex with, as the unequaled sexual Department of Energy in my apartment apparently produced power that the beldame could use for her magic spell. The bleak cat had become a sexy black cleaning woman, and she was demanding !

Sighing, I realized that I had `` forenoon wood, '' so I proceeded to use it on the wanton cat lady.

After I nutted in her I went and got her breakfast cook. I had bought a big bag of cat nutrient and a dish, as well as some kitty litter which I kept suspended in a box above the toilet. There had been a couple of mishaps but the last time she had to go, her dogshit had gotten into the john. I had high hopes she 'd be toilet trained soon. Maybe it was easier for her to learn because of her man sized brain ?

I wondered ... with a prominent brain did that mean she could see to blab too ? I went back into the bedroom with her food.

She was still trying to flex in half to solve her vagina clean like a cat would. Well, she had n't learned that she could no longer do that, and it had been a distich of twenty-four hours since her shift. Maybe my brain theory was wrong.

'' Here ya go, Selina. '' Yes, I had named her that ... why not ? She was literally a cat fair sex ! I did n't know what her real name was, and I had to call in her something.

Selina stopped her attempt to clean house herself and plunk aspect first into the food. Munch munch Edvard Munch !

Smiling, I headed back to the kitchen to take a shit my own breakfast.

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After eating, I again banged on the wall where I thought my missing broom cupboard door was. I could neither see nor feel the threshold now that it was closed, as Kate had said would happen. Again there was no response.

Kate had to change the cat back. She could n't continue as a homo, could she ? How was I going to explicate a nude adult female acting like a cat ?

And where was Demie ? She had been gone for the better role of a week, part of the intellect Kate 's spells had started failing, requiring her to magic me up a replacement lover.

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Demie was, in actuality, out of town. She stepped off her bus and scanned the street Numbers, ignoring how the passersby stared at her.

Demie was still wearing her preferred clothing of 60 's hip jeans and a fuddled leather one-half top. A bit out of style these days, but what everyone was really paying attending to were her womanly charms. Her fig was a perfect hourglass, with a beautiful face that was a combination of Janis Joplin ( at her most attractive ), Demi Dudley Stuart John Moore, and Tom 's ex-girlfriend Laura. As a succubus, a female person sex devil, she oozed female sexuality.

She spotted the door she was looking for and headed to it. As she was about to criticize, the door opened and a light-haired woman who looked in her mid-30 's usher Demie inside.

Demie looked around the cleaning woman 's store. A cloud of incense hung in the air. Knick-knacks of varying price and tone lined the shelves. `` I guess I do n't ingest to recite you why I 'm here ... ? '' she asked the woman.

'' Nope. '' The cleaning woman 's voice had an unexpected Southern twang.

'' Your price ? ``

The woman smiled.

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'' Princess ! ``

I heard someone shouting down on the street so I unlatched the window, lifted it up, and stuck my head out. Some old Lady, calling out for ...

'' Princess ! ``

'' Mowrr ... '' I banged the top of my head on the windowpane as Selina suddenly pushed her head through it next to me. She looked down at the old charwoman. `` Mew ! ``

The old woman looked up at us and then after a moment became angry at what she thought were two young masses making fun of her. Shaking her fountainhead, she moved on. `` Princess ! ``

Selina ( um, Princess, I guess ) looked at me, confused. `` Mow ? ``

'' Yeah, we 'll see if we can get you back to your mum, but not looking like that. '' I again admired the naked, chant homo female shape the cat was locked into and could feel my cock stirring again.

'' metre to construct the sinker ... '' I said toward the closet as I unbuckled my pants.

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After another round of fucking my human cat, I was laying on the couch, thinking, with her resting her fountainhead on my chest. khat went into estrus so that they could get pregnant ... was it possible that I could knock up Selina ? Was she just a cat shaped like a human, or was she fully man now, with a human reproductive system ? Because if it was the latter, for the sum of unprotected sex we 'd been having over the last few days, it would be a miracle if she was n't pregnant. Would there be a homo infant, or a bedding of cats ? Or some kind of human-cat hybrid ? I wished Kate would open up the press threshold so I could ask her.

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'' Your Leontyne Price ? '' Demie asked.

The cleaning lady smiled and said, `` aught that you will lack ... nothing that you currently have ... it will not be yours, though you will be responsible. ``

Demie considered. `` Well, if I wo n't miss it and I do n't currently have it, what do I care ? I 'll have everything that I need once our line is concluded. I agree. ``

Then Cassandra explained what Demie would need to do to foil the greatest threat to her new life on Earth. It did n't give much sense, but Demie was going to follow the prophetess'instructions. She did n't want what happened with Abe forty years ago to happen again.

As Demie left Cassandra 's store a untried man caught her eye, and she caught his. Beckoning him into an alley, she figured she would snaffle a collation and then pass on home.

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'' Mew ? ``

'' I have to go to exercise, '' I replied. The poor cat lady looked so forlorn that I was leaving that I almost called in sick, but I had done that too often lately. Like any cat, she would be fine alone for the day.

While I was away, though, Selina/Princess investigated her milieu, also like any cat would. When I got rest home I found she had managed to realize pretty much everything off of the kitchen tabulator, though I did bump that she finally managed to use the potty correctly. More importantly, she was gone, and the window was open ! I had closed it before I left, so she must have used the increased brainpower of her new physical structure to figure out how to unlatch and afford it.

I stuck my head out the window. `` Selina ! '' cypher. There was a ledge outside of the window going along the side of the building, but could she have managed that in her new body ? I knew there was a maintenance ladder around the side that she could have used to get to ...

... the roof ! I dashed out my front door, up the stairs, and out the cap approach threshold. She was n't there. I looked from each of the four slope of the building, thinking. If she had the leaping strength of a cat in a human body then she could take in jumped to one of the two conterminous buildings, and those had fire escapes ...

She was gone.

To be continued ...