Chapter 8

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This is a story of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In real life, use a condom, damnit! Unwanted babies, HIV and all sorts of lesser sexual diseases await the idiot who “dips his wick” or “rides the rod” without protection.

I looked out over the rocky terrain from my high vantage point. The parts of the land below that weren’t pock marked with bubbling lava pools appeared to be ebony or some other jet black rock, as was the cliff I was standing on. The sky was full of red, angry clouds that I knew would never rain. A flash 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 sort of bristling black and grey metallic armor. A slight breeze 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 didn’t take my eyes off of her.

She turned to meet my gaze. Why was she was acting so differently than normal? Less haughty? “What do you want me to do?” she asked.

“Kiss me.”

Demie didn’t hesitate, 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 sitting position now. I looked to the side to see the cat -- well, the human woman who had once been a cat -- in a defensive position, her arms outstretched with sharp fingernails ready.

My mouth was wet. I realized that she had been licking my mouth to wake 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 lover, “It’s okay. I didn’t mean to scare you. Tch tch.”

My calming tone seemed to have the right effect and she “sheathed her claws,” so to speak. She promptly turned away and presented her butt.

“Mew?”

Kate, my unexpected witch roommate (would that be the correct word for someone who created a whole set of rooms 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 unique sexual energy in my apartment apparently produced power that the witch could use for her spells. The black cat had become a sexy black woman, and she was demanding!

Sighing, I realized that I had “morning wood,” 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, 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 crap had gotten into the toilet. I had high hopes she’d be toilet trained soon. Maybe it was easier for her to learn because of her human sized brain?

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

She was still trying to bend in half to lick her vagina clean like a cat would. Well, she hadn’t learned that she could no longer do that, and it had been a couple of days since her transformation. Maybe my brain theory was wrong.

“Here ya go, Selina.” Yes, I had named her that ... why not? She was literally a cat woman! I didn’t know what her real name was, and I had to call her something.

Selina stopped her attempt to clean herself and dove face first into the food. Munch munch munch!

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

After eating, I again banged on the wall where I thought my missing broom closet door 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 couldn’t remain as a human, could she? How was I going to explain a naked woman acting like a cat?

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