A MASTER AND HIS PUSSY
by Alas Negras

Like all cats, I hate mornings. It's just a fact, like we like tuna, stalking from the heights and being eager subs praying to be dominated, with a good male panting behind us. Well, that's just me, I admit.

That day, when I woke up, I just grunted and rubbed against the sheets. It was hot and the light was annoying. Then his hand brushed my back and I forgot all about it. Still without opening my eyes, I let him take my body in his arms. His warm breath on my nape made me purr. Seeing my approval, he held me tighter, almost melting against my black fur. My scent got almost dead and buried every time he took me like this. That made me very happy. Even if he loved my scent, I loved his even more.

His fingers moved, gentle. At first they only caused a soft ticklish feeling, which soon increased. They moved down to my chest, stirring my white fur. I didn’t mind he left it all untidy. Without losing his affectionate intent, he brushed my nipples several times. I blushed beneath my fur, biting the pillow to keep myself from letting out a sound. They were my weak spots and he loved them, he totally knew what he was doing. Every move was carefully calculated to arouse my desire and I couldn't fight it. 

“Red, today is the big day.”

I snapped my eyes open and closed them, blinded by the light. I shrank into a ball, noticing my heart racing. Joy and nervousness appeared in equal parts, something he responded to by kissing my neck. It almost seemed like the anxiety had returned, but it hadn't. Although it was always there, it was hard to hear my fears when my master was so close. His lips found the spot just behind my ear and I stopped holding back. Soft and steady, the purr filled the room as I intertwined my fingers with his. 

“I'm here, little one. I won't leave you alone.”

Time went by without me noticing. Finally, I opened my eyes, smiling as our snouts met. I meowed in disapprovement as I noticed his arm withdrawing, but he shushed me by grabbing my collar. That symbol of dominance always managed to excite me, no matter when or where we could be. Sharing both a meaningful look, I nodded. Another kiss, this time longer, was the prelude to the most exciting moment of my life. My ears perked up, paying attention as he opened the dresser drawer and pulled out a red pill. 

“Here it is. But first…”

I knew that smile and knew what he intended even before he finished the sentence. Like a good pet, I got on all fours and offered him my ass. My tail couldn’t stay still, waving high instead to make my horniness clear. My cock was already erect, spilling its first drops of pre. I meowed loudly, impatient.

“Naughty kitten.”

Part of me expected him to jump right in. It wouldn't have been the first time and I certainly didn't need any foreplay. From day one I had wanted to please him to the fullest and had trained hard to do so. Yet he knew better than I what I needed. His tongue, expert in giving me pleasure, made my arms slip as if I had been hit by a battering ram. He grabbed the base of my tail and pulled me close firmly, initiating that game that made us both so happy.

With my head buried in the bed, my voice was drowned out by the slurps of his tongue. Saliva dripped onto my balls, staining the bed almost as much as my pre. A moment later came the spanking. I bit the sheets, my fingers curled and my breathing became rapid. Each stroke felt better than the last. He knew where my limit was, just reminding me of my place as a pet. 

I pushed against him, needing his body next to mine again, even closer. It was my only desire to please my master, to surrender my body to him. Of course, he kept in control. No matter how much I insisted, he always set the pace. I endured his fingers spreading me open, letting him enjoy my dilated, wet ass hole. My whole body trembled, anxious for him to take the next step. 

When he plunged me, the restraint disappeared. I meowed louder, the way he liked it, and he responded with fierce rams. We both let our most animalistic instincts free, grunting and moaning in equal parts. With my tongue hanging out, I tried to breathe as much as he’d let me. His hand had gripped my collar and each tug drove me crazy, blurring my vision. I let myself go, not worrying about lasting any longer. He didn't hold back either and soon we reached our limit. I closed my eyes again to better enjoy the last few thrusts, feeling him release his burning load inside me. 

“Good girl... good girl.”

His words only further enhanced the happiness I was already feeling. I was finally going to be what I had always wanted. Blank mind, I threw myself against his chest and rubbed, feeling a couple of tears escape from me. His response was to stroke my head, playing with the purple lock falling down my forehead. The other hand curled around my tail, or maybe it was the other way around. I was ready, I didn't want to wait. His hand offered me the pill and I obediently opened my mouth and swallowed.

If it hadn't been for the master's reassuring words, the pill would have gone back out where it came, such were my nerves. I controlled my stomach as best I could, looking into his eyes. His hand kept caressing me, aware of how important that moment was to me. Soon it began; the inside of my body began to shift and change, creating a small sensation of vertigo. Lying on the bed, I tried to keep my body relaxed.

Luckily for me, the transformation wasn’t as radical as in other cases. Shrinking little by little was fascinating, if I ignored the creaking sounds that erupted from my bones. There was no pain, just an extended itching making me aware of every little change. When I stopped looking at my body, it seemed as if everything was getting bigger around me. Comparing my hand to my master's, I watched as the digits shortened and curved, losing my thumb. I felt much lighter and more flexible, ready to hop on my four legs and act like the quadruped I almost was. My size already resembled that of a common cat when the changes I really craved began.

Almost in a shy way, the row of nipples sprouted between my fur. Soft pink, the other row soon followed. They were perfect. With watery eyes, I moved my little paws to touch them. I wanted to stroke them and test their sensitivity, but another change stopped me. A pressure was making itself felt in my lower belly, something was developing inside me. At the same time, I saw my penis disappear and merge with the skin of my groin. The testicles migrated inside, taking their place as they mutated, changing into a new type of cell. All that managed to come out of my mouth was a strange squeal, which failed to reflect the excitement I felt as my vulva finally appeared. So tiny, I could barely see it. My master helped me, holding my head. 

“What do you think? Is it what you expected?”

I wanted to cry, I wanted to laugh, I wanted to run. My body was shaking from the accumulation of emotions. Many times I had feared I was looking for something impossible. There was something in me, something broken that had always been there for as long as I could remember, something I couldn't seem to fix. If I couldn't fix it myself, how could others? It would just be one more mistake in a long chain that kept growing. 

Those doubts were gone now, along with the fear and guilt. For the first time in years, I felt the pressure on my heart disappear completely. I felt peace. There was no better word to describe it. That body was what I had always wanted and I didn't feel guilty for having it. I felt free, fulfilled in my male skin. Female skin, I mentally corrected myself. He noticed the change and kissed me. Now his lips practically covered half my face, but I didn't care. It only made me feel more loved. I let out a mewl, trying to get used to my new high-pitched voice.

“Good girl. You look radiant, yes. I don't think I've ever seen a prettier kitty.”

For once, I agreed. With the transformation complete, my body felt exhausted and somewhat feverish. I took the opportunity to let myself be pampered, raising my four paws in the air, scratching with my pin-like claws. Master's big hands could now massage my entire body in seconds. And they knew where to go in the first place.

The first touch almost put me into shock. I already had sensitive nipples before and now the sensation had multiplied fourfold. Part of my body wanted to run away, but my master held me still, making sure I couldn't escape his pampering. One by one, they were worshipped with total devotion. His fingers wandered between them, circled around and then pinched the delicate skin with great care.

“I'm glad nothing has changed here. Your nipples were too wonderful to miss. And now…”

I felt my body tighten. The pleasure was in the same place, but the source was very different. Instead of concentrating in my groin, it seemed to flow from it in all directions. The heat now seemed like pure fire, lava, the very center of the sun. One more brush was enough for my master to withdraw his finger, wet. I felt some shame, unable to imagine how a simple touch could unleash so many passions in my body. His next words made me understand.

“Yes, a kitten in all the senses of the word, so well developed. And as a kitten, you must fulfill the function of every female, don't you think?

Gosh. I was in heat. I blushed all over. Never in my horniest days would I have imagined such a need. It was like having a speaker in the middle of my head, making me vibrate with the best of tunes, shaking me inside and out until it was almost impossible to ignore. My meowling turned to need, my body obeyed his instinct and layed still as he brushed against my folds again.

Another effect was that I was unable to think. There was no future or past, only need. Seeing him stop, I moaned. My body moved on its own, my tongue licked that hot cleft. It was an unmistakable feminine taste, gripping, bewitching. My master opened the bedroom door and whistled. I ignored all that. I only became aware of the new companion when he was barely a meter away from me.

Felix was the master's cat. A common orange cat, feral, as I was now. We had always gotten along well. The master's two pets, receiving equal parts love. Maybe that's why he didn't attack me at the sight of an intruder in his home. He seemed confused, feeling territorial urges at the same time he seemed to recognize a part of my scent, even if it was now feminine. I sat up, feeling vulnerable. There was a moment of inspection, a spark of tension that I tried to keep low with a submissive pose. Felix sniffed the air with interest, looking for something he liked, though I couldn't tell what. 

“Good girl, let Felix recognize you. You're going to be the cutest cat couple in the whole neighborhood.”

I meowed with pleasure and pride, nodding. Felix, after sniffing me from the front, seemed to accept me and stop seeing me as an intruder. Finally, without holding back, he moved his snout to find the source of that interesting smell. Wet and cold, the contrast made me meow even louder, a long sound that faded as his raspy tongue made contact. 

Only a couple of licks later, I felt his weight on me. Positioning himself, looking for the perfect angle, there was no doubt of his intentions. I caught myself tugging my tail completely aside, letting him settle in, my instinct giving me the cues I needed before I was aware of them. Crouching under him, I felt the first pecks, feeble attempts of an inexperienced cat to find the right spot. I couldn't wait, I wanted to guide him, but I could only remain still. 

Crossing the threshold of my lips, I shrieked as I’d never shrieked before. It was impossible, uncontrollable. I trembled all over from sensory overload. I couldn't keep my eyes straight, my body was unresponsive. All sensations seemed localized at that point, jumping all over my body as his penis reached deep inside me. The barbs hurt, yes, but somehow that only made it better. The bite on my shoulder increased the waves of heat that made my body burn. 

His mating pushes were fast, his size just a fraction of master's length, but I couldn't have been happier. He was a cat, I was being mounted by a male of my species, and he was going to impregnate me. Soon my belly would be full of kittens, I would give birth, I would be a mother. That certainty couldn’t be compared to anything else. And that was what I wanted. More than that, it was what the master wanted too. Litters and litters of puppies, endless mating, one after the other. And not only Felix. I’d go after all the cats in the neighborhood, one by one. And all of them after me in a long queue. Impregnating me every day in a never ending cycle. 

That thought culminated, just as Felix did with his last ram. I let out a moan as I felt his absence, leaving me empty and aching. I felt like turning around and lashing out, but the master's hand prevented me from doing so. He was very pleased. Forgetting about Felix, I leaned my head back as I felt the semen of both males escape from inside me.

“You're the best, little one. The best cat, the best lover and soon the best mother. I love you.”

I jumped up to kiss him, purring as loudly as I could. He flopped down on the bed, laughing, to which Felix and I responded by climbing on his chest. That day may have been more cat than ever, but it was also the day I stopped hating mornings.

THE END