This is a narration of fooling, unprotected sex, and is a workplace of fable. In real living, use a safety, damnit ! unwanted babies, HIV and all sorting of less sexual diseases await the cretin who `` dips his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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I Dream of Demie 8 - seer and Loss ( MF, best ?, cons, trick, impreg ? )

by Krosis of the Collective

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I looked out over the stony terrain from my high gear advantage point. The part of the realm below that were n't pock marked with bubbling lava pocket billiards appeared to be ebony or some early jet disgraceful stone, as was the cliff I was standing on. The sky was full of red, angry clouds that I knew would never rain down. A flashing in the distance was followed quickly by a boom of thunder that seemed to reverberate through my bones.

Demie was by my side, though she was wearing some variety of bristling contraband and grizzly metallic armour. A fragile gentle wind blew her hair 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 take on my eyes off of her.

She turned to fill my gaze. Why was she was acting so differently than rule ? lupus erythematosus haughty ? `` What do you want me to do ? '' she asked.

'' Kiss me. ``

Demie did n't pause, leaning her head toward me, her lips pursed.

As our lips 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 baby-sit locating now. I looked to the slope to see the cat -- well, the human woman who had once been a cat -- in a justificatory position, her arms outstretched with sharp fingernails ready.

My mouth was wet. I realized that she had been licking my mouthpiece to stir up me up and that had turned into a kiss in my dream.

That dream ... what had it been about ? It was fading ... Demie ... thunder in the distance ...

'' Mowrr ? ``

'' Sorry, '' I offered to my new buff, `` It 's hunky-dory. I did n't mean to frighten off you. Tch tch. ``

My calming tint seemed to own the right force and she `` sheathed her pincer, '' so to address. She promptly turned away and presented her butt.

'' Mew ? ``

Kate, my unexpected witch roomie ( would that be the correct word for mortal who created a wholly set of way attached to my broom closet ? Well, whatever she was ) had transformed a neighborhood cat in heat into a woman for me to have sex with, as the unequalled sexual Energy in my apartment apparently produced king that the witch could use for her trance. The grim cat had become a sexy black woman, and she was demanding !

Sighing, I realized that I had `` first light woodwind instrument, '' so I proceeded to use it on the wanton cat lady.

After I nutted in her I went and got her breakfast ready. I had bought a big bag of cat food and a dish aerial, as well as some kitty-cat bedding which I kept suspended in a box above the toilette. There had been a match of mishaps but the in conclusion prison term she had to go, her crap had gotten into the bathroom. I had senior high promise she 'd be privy trained soon. Maybe it was easier for her to learn because of her human sized brain ?

I wondered ... with a orotund brain did that mean value she could learn to talk too ? I went back into the chamber with her food.

She was still trying to bend in half to lick 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 yoke of sidereal day since her transformation. Maybe my brainiac possibility was wrong.

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

Selina stopped her attempt to clean herself and plunk boldness first into the nutrient. Munch Munch Munch !

Smiling, I headed back to the kitchen to progress to my own breakfast.

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After eating, I again banged on the rampart where I thought my missing broom closet doorway was. I could neither see nor feel the door 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 rest as a human, could she ? How was I going to explain a naked cleaning lady acting like a cat ?

And where was Demie ? She had been gone for the upright voice of a week, parting of the rationality Kate 's trance had started failing, requiring her to magic me up a transposition 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 opt clothing of 60 's hip jeans and a mingy leather half top. A bit out of expressive style these days, but what everyone was really paying attention to were her womanly charms. Her figure was a consummate hourglass, with a beautiful face that was a combination of Janis Joplin ( at her most attractive ), Demi Marianne Moore, and Tom 's ex-girlfriend Laura. As a succubus, a female sex demon, she oozed female sexuality.

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

Demie looked around the woman 's shop. A cloud of incense hung in the air. Knick-knacks of varying price and timbre lined the shelf. `` I guess I do n't have to tell you why I 'm here ... ? '' she asked the woman.

'' Nope. '' The woman 's vox had an unexpected Southern twang.

'' Your price ? ``

The cleaning lady smiled.

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'' Princess ! ``

I heard somebody 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 window as Selina suddenly pushed her head through it future to me. She looked down at the old woman. `` Mew ! ``

The old woman looked up at us and then after a present moment became angry at what she thought were two vernal people making fun of her. Shaking her head, 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 defenseless, toned man female shape the cat was locked into and could feel my cock stirring again.

'' Time to ca-ca the donuts ... '' I said toward the closet as I unbuckled my pants.

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After another beat of fucking my human cat, I was laying on the couch, thinking, with her resting her oral sex on my chest. Cats went into hotness so that they could get significant ... was it potential that I could impregnate Selina ? Was she just a cat shaped like a homo, or was she fully human now, with a human reproductive organization ? Because if it was the latter, for the amount 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 human being baby, or a litter of cats ? Or some kind of human-cat hybrid ? I wished Kate would open the W.C. threshold so I could ask her.

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'' Your Price ? '' Demie asked.

The woman smiled and said, `` Nothing that you will miss ... nothing that you currently have ... it will not be yours, though you will be responsible for. ``

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

Then Cassandra explained what Demie would need to do to spoil the greatest threat to her new life on globe. It did n't make 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 workshop a unseasoned man caught her eye, and she caught his. Beckoning him into an alley, she figured she would snap up a snack and then head on home.

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'' Mew ? ``

'' I have to go to work, '' 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 okay alone for the day.

While I was away, though, Selina/Princess investigated her surroundings, also like any cat would. When I got place I found she had managed to clear pretty a lot everything off of the kitchen counter, though I did receive that she finally managed to use the lavatory correctly. More importantly, she was gone, and the window was undetermined ! I had closed it before I left, so she must have used the increased brain of her new eubstance to figure out how to unlatch and open it.

I stuck my top dog out the window. `` Selina ! '' zip. There was a ledge outside of the window going along the side of the construction, but could she have managed that in her new organic structure ? I knew there was a upkeep ladder around the side that she could feature used to get to ...

... the roof ! I dashed out my strawman door, up the step, and out the ceiling access door. She was n't there. I looked from each of the four sides of the construction, thinking. If she had the saltation strength of a cat in a human body then she could have jumped to one of the two neighbor edifice, and those had fire escapes ...

She was gone.

To be continued ...