Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Disclaimer: Stephan Von Krieger is in no way, shape, or form responsible for minors reading this story. He is unable to wield psionic powers via the internet to keep young eyes away from the words contained within. If you are under the legal age to view adult material, be it 16, 18, or 21 depending on the area, point your browser elsewhere. Content is copyright 2004-2005 to Stephan Von Krieger, and may not be reproduced elsewhere without the author's permission. You may think yourselves safe, but rest assured if he finds out about it, your webservice WILL be hearing of your content theft. Not that Mr. Von Krieger expects any of you to do this, but he wouldn't be surprised. He has a very low regard for humans as a species. He is also aware that he has several horrible typing habits, including repeating words, occasionally mistyping a word, swapping or/of, and his dreaded Wandering Tenses. 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Your browser has a back button, and VK's e-mail has a 'delete' option. VK is tired of referring to himself in the third person and saying all these nasty things, but he has had to deal with some complete asshats in his internet surfing career. So with all that said, read on and enjoy the story! -------------------------------------------------- Kuchama's Kitten By Von Krieger Transformation, furry, feline, hermaphrodite, non-anthro catgirl, conjoinment This is a story set in the Belial story setting, the fan group can be found here: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/legends_of_belial/ while the explanation for the place can be found here: http://www.furnation.com/Demon-Man/ Kuchama's roommate acts a bit catty, but with a vial full of a magic substance, we'll see just how cat-like she can be... -------------------------------------------------- Kuchama pads softly across the rooftops of Ondora. Occasionally she climbs a flower trellis, or a fire escape when she finds a gap between two buildings she cannot jump. People look down and smile at her as she walks by. Kuchama grins around the small vial in her mouth, she knows she's cute. She doesn't know if she was a cat that gained human characteristics, or the other way around. But it's obvious exposure to demon cum has changed her at some point in her life. A very, very early point in fact. Early enough that Kuchama can't remember ever being any different then she is now. A mostly human face, albeit a furry one, sits atop what is mostly a feline body, paws, a long fluffy tail, fur in a pattern like a tabby, except blue and sea green in color. She has hair like a human, cut short so as not to drag on the ground. Her ears are definately feline, other then her face, the only part of her that seems remotely human are the two breasts that hang down from her chest, which is has a flat rib cage like a human, rather extending downward like a cat. Walking was already a little difficult with her boobs, but having a cat-like torso would have put them about on level with the ground. Kuchama is quite happy with her body, even if she does have some difficulty doing things most humans took for granted. Like getting dressed. It took Kuchama a good couple of minutes to wriggle in and out of the shortsleeved zip-up bodysuit she wore, the smooth, stretchy material being just about the only thing that didn't pull her fur the wrong way. Kuchama also had problems with doors, she couldn't grip anything with her paws, so she'd usually have to swat at a doorknob to get it open, it looked far too undignified to turn it by jumping up and grabbing the knob with both front paws. Kuchama solved the problem of getting into her apartment by leaving a window open. She climbs a panel of chain-mesh fencing in the alley, and jumps from the top of it to the bottom rung of the fire escape ladder; well part of it, most of it is missing. From there it's a quick climb to the second floor, and her bedroom window. She drops the small cylandrical package she ws carrying in her mouth." "Oh no." she says, her face a mask of worry. She scrambles out into the hallway and into the bedroom across the hall. She darts into the closet and removes a a meowing ball of fur by dragging it by the scruff of the neck back into her own room. Kuchama nudges the door shut with her nose. Her roommate, Senlyse had opened the door and left it open again, allowing Kuchama's best friend to wander around the shared apartment. Kuchama drags Syem over to the basket in the corner that they both use for a bed. "No, Syem! No! Stay in here!" The normal cat mews softly, rubbing up against his 'mommy.' Syem was a stray kitten that had taken to following Kuchama around, and never really left. Senlyse hated him, and she barely tolerated living with Kuchama. Kuchama paid most of the rent, but Senlyse took up most of the apartment, treating her roommate as if she were nothing more then a stupid cat. Kuchama would have had her thrown out long ago, but being only slightly bigger then a full grown housecat didn't help any. Kuchama lies on her back and paws at the catch for her backpack. Her forelegs have a slightly larger range of motion then those of a total cat, it may not be much but it helps Kuchama tremendously. Without that tiny addition movement, she couldn't take her backpack on and off. She delivers messages and small packages, her quickness and agility allowing her to be a bit faster then the normal two-legged messenger. She walks over to where a small hook, much like ones that people hang potted plants from, juts from the floor. She hooks the oversized loop on the end of her bodysuit's zipper around it, and walks forward, unzipping the garment. She wiggles out of her bodysuit, glad to feel the air on her fur, she licks at a spot where her fur is sticking up, and checks herself in the full-length mirror. Well, full length for a human, it's more then enough for her. Nothing out of place. She snuggles up into her basket to rest her feet before she has to go out to get dinner. Kuchama thinks back on her day at work, a rather nice day. Her last delivery was to her favorite customer, a pretty cat-girl named Violet. Kuchama liked Violet very much. Unlike most humans, or near-humans, she treated Violet like a person, kind of. You didn't pick up a person and rub their tummy, or scratch behind their ears. But aside from that, close enough. Violet also helped Kuchama out over the few years they'd known each other. She'd explained to Kuchama what exactly was happening when she went into heat for the first time, although that was fun Kuchama didn't particularly care for that aspect of her feline physiology. Although she did enjoys Violet's attention to that particular portion of her anatomy. The cat-girl purrs softly thinking about Violet's soft, pale fingers, and her quick, bright pink tongue. Whoops. Kuchama licks the juices off her paw. She'd been thinking about Violet more and more recently, and it WAS about that time again. Even so, it wasn't an excuse to paw at herself in the middle of the afternoon, usually she did it after Senlyse was in bed and snoring like a giant buzz-fly. A swift kick sends the basket, and it's two occupants hurling across the room. Kuchama is lifted up by the throat and pressed against the wall. "What did I tell you about having your stupid cat in my room?" snarls Senlyse. Kuchama hisses. "He's not stupid! And you wouldn't have a problem if you didn't keep sneaking into my room and leaving the door open!" Senlyse scowls. "How dare you!" She tightens her grip around Kuchama's throat. Kuchama bites Senlyse's hand. "Ow! You little....!" Kuchama darts under the bed. "Dammit, I've told you to keep your cat out of my things! I want him gone!" Senlyse spits venomously. "I don't think you have a say in the matter, since it's my name on the lease, not yours! And if you want her to stay away from your stuff, stop coming in here and stealing mine!" Kuchama snarls. Senlyse turns bright red. "You little bitch! You think you can accuse me of being a thief in my own home?" Kuchama glares out from under the bed. "It's not your home! It's mine, I'm just letting you live here 'cause I can spare the room!" Crash. There goes the mirror. "I don't think so you little freak!" The rampaging human grabs the cylindrical package Kuchama left on the bed. "What's this?" Kuchama's eyes go wide. "That's not for you to touch! It's something I have to deliver!" Senlyse smiles. "To who?" "Lady Violet said they'd come and find me when they needed it! I dunno who!" Senlyse' smile grows wider. "Well then, wouldn't it be a shame if you lost it?" The cat-girl growls. "You better not lose it!" Senlyse laughs. "I'm not going to lose it. What is it?" She begins to unravel the waterproof paper. "Not yours that's what it is, put it back!" The human scowls down at Kuchama. "And what are you going to do to stop me?" Senlyse gets the paper off; it's a small glass tube with a rubber stopper in one end. The fluid inside is a mixture of purple, black and white; it swirls slowly in response to being moved. The colors don't mix at all. "It's pretty, what is it, some kind of paperweight?" "Put it down!" Kuchama snarls. "Is it candy? Do you eat it?" Senlyse pulls out the stopper and sniffs it. "Funny, doesn't smell like anything." "It's demon cum!" Senlyse snorts. "Yeah, right. Like someone would trust a cat with the stuff." "I'M NOT A CAT!" Kuchama yells, and runs out from under the bed, pouncing on Senlyse's calf, sinking her claws and teeth in. Senlyse flinches, spilling the contents of the vial all down her front, she shakes her leg around wildly, trying to dislodge Kuchama. "GET OFF!" The cat-girl lets go, sliding across the floor, she turns, hackles raises, fangs bared. Senlyse puts a hand to her chest, pulling her hand away she find strands of the sticky fluid stuck to it. "You just ruined my favorite shirt you little..." Syem purrs and rubs herself against Senlyse's legs. "Get hair all over my clothes and claw up my furniture! Why I oughta..." She grabs Syem by the scruff of the neck and pulls him up to face level. "What should I do with.... oooooh." The tiny kitten vanishes. Senlyse's hands rush to her temples and she drops to her knees, her eyes clenched tightly in pain. " YAAAAAARGH!" Kuchama's anger is forgotten as she worries about her pet kitten. "Syem! Where's Syem?! What'd you do with him!?" The screaming stops, Senlyse lowers her hands to the floor. She blinks and looks around slowly. "What's going on? Why do I feel so different? Kuchama, help me, please?" Senlyse clenches her eyes and opens them again, they're the same blue as they were, but now the irises cover then entire white of the eye, the pupil is a vertical slit. Senlyse reaches out and grabs Kuchama. "Don't hurt me!" Kuchama pleads, as Senlyse begins to lick the cat-girl's face, her tongue is long, and rough in texture. "Mmm, you feel so nice 'Chama." whispers Senlyse softly, rubbing her face into Kuchama's fur. She lowers a hand to her skirt, and slides it under, stroking her sex. "That smell, Chama, it's driving me crazy. I... I... need you, mmmmm." Kuchama watches as a bulge appears under her roommate's skirt. Kuchama is dropped on the floor as Senlyse leans on all fours once again, arching hir back and moaning as a long cylinder of flesh snakes out from under hir skirt. She warily backs away. "Where's Syem? Please! What'd you do to him?" Senlyse inhales sharply as hir face shifts into a more feline shape. Shi licks hir lips. "He's right here." Shi smiles coyly. "Where? I don't see! Where is he?" Kuchama asks, her voice drawn tight. "I'm right here, Mistress Kuchama." shi purrs. "Wh-what?" the cat-girl sputters. "We're the same now, Syem and Senlyse. I'll never hurt you again, never. I'd rather die then hurt my mistress." Senlyse purrs, sliding a hand under hir blouse. "Please don't be afraid of me, Mistress. I'm not going to hurt you. You've been so nice to me, taking part of me out of the cold, feeding me, letting me curl up against your warm body in the night. And the other part of me too, giving me a nice place to live, even though she was a mean, mean girl, and didn't deserve your gift." "I don't have parts anymore, we're one and the same now, Mistress. Senlyse may not have liked you very much, but Syem loves you very, very much. And thus so do I. Mmmm, he had nothing to give but emotion, such powerful emotion, so much love. I'll go away if you want, Mistress, so you don't have to be afraid, if that's what you want. Just tell me Mistress, I'll do anything for you." Kuchama approaches slowly. Senlyse-Syem moans, one hand cupping one of hir breasts, the other fingering hir cunt. "Mmmmistress, I think I'm in heat. I want to make love. I need to make love. I need you to be my mate. Please? Please let your pet pleasure you?" Syelyse rips hir bra and blouse off with one clawed hand, hir ears growing larger, growing out to points, then expanding outward from hir head. Claws pierce the toes of the changing cat-herm's shoes, hir feet ripping out of them, as hir feet become paws, hir legs reshaping to allow motion on all fours, or upright. Senlyse's thin frame soon expands with thick muscle. Syelyse powerful hand-paw rips the skirt from hir body, revealing hir erect manhood, not huge, but a simple six inches that looks large for hir five-foot frame. Kuchama's sensitive nose gets a full blast of the cat-herm's aroused scent. She licks the shaft tentatively, sliding hir tongue down the cat-herm's sheath, to lick at the lips of hir pussy. "What do I call you?" Kuchama asks between licks. "Your kitten. May I, Mistress?" shi purrs, sliding a hand under hir mistress. "Yes kitten, you may." Syelyse gently lifts hir mistress, purring softly as deep black fur covers hir body, a stark contrast to hir golden blonde hair. Shi slides Kuchama down onto hir shaft slowly, wary of hurting her. "If it starts to hurt, Mistress, just say so. I can feel you've never had a male, so this will sting just a little." Kuchama gasps as hir pet penetrates hir fully. Both meow loudly as Syelyse thrusts slowly into hir mistress, the thrusts growing closer and closer together. It's not long at all before Kuchama's pussy clenches down tightly on the cat-herm's cock, shi tenses, letting forth a loud "ROOOORAWL!" as shi cums, hir cocks filling hir mistress with the creature's seed, while hir pussy drips love juices onto the floor. Syelyse pulls out of hir mate slowly; shi uses hir tongue to clean off the stray drips and drops of cum, then turns hir attention to hir own on the floor, enjoying every moment of it. Syelyse picks up hir mistress. "I'm starved, Mistress." "Then let's go get dinner." "Get? Why should we go out? I can cook, Mistress." Kuchama snuggles against hir pet's breasts. "I need to stop treating you like my little kitten." Kuchama leans in and kisses Syelyse. "Yes, Mistress." shi purrs. "I'm your great big kitten now,"