6:08pm. The Sushi bar is dimly lit with ambient lights and the beat of electronic music. It’s a pretty hip place compared to most sushi places. It sounded like a good place to meet for my upteenth round of first dates.
Sigh. Dating has been bleak lately. For me, dating is not about checkboxes. It’s not about learning what movies you like or your favorite baseball team. It’s not about whether you want kids or not. It’s about instinct and play. It’s about mental and physical chemistry that flows through touch, words, posture, expression, and…that bit of unexplainable instinct.
Finally, it’s about what you create together. A symphony of ideas, experimentation, and urges–feeling for where the energy goes.
So when I turn and see her walking in, I immediately notice the effortlessness with which she carries herself–a grace and strength that comes from years of practice. She is dressed in black with brown shoulder length hair. Pale, porcelain skin. See-through blouse with a black bra. Short skirt. Lace stockings. I wonder if those stockings go all the way up? I catch myself asking questions about her already. Good sign.
“Hello,” she says with a smile, “Andrea.”
“Hi. Isaac.” I reply. I stand up from my barstool and give her a quick hug, which, in reality is not as much of a greeting as a chance to test something else: Smell. I catch the faint hint of…something. Excitement? Nervousness?
I also notice that she’s tiny compared to me. Her frame is light and strong. Like a feline, she pulls out the chair next to me and sits down on it with her legs crossed. Before saying another word, I examine her from feet to head one more time. I sense approval and anticipation from somewhere deep within me.
Finally, I meet her eyes. “You look beautiful. Thanks for dressing up,” I remark.
She tilts her head and replies, “Thanks! Gotta dress shiny for a hot date.”
I laugh and relax. We both ease into the conversation. Somehow, her words flow into me and get absorbed into my subconscious. I need to possess her. What? Where does that come from? I put that away. Sake, nigiri, and various light foods cross in front of us with barely a thought. I put my hand down on the bar next to hers. My 6’6” frame is huge compared to her.
Soon we pay our bill, get up, and head to a local lounge across the street.
I feel the stirring of the beast again. Urge to touch. Urge to own. An animalistic growl sounds, albeit distantly, in my subconscious. As if in response to my internal dialogue, she slips her hands around my arm as we walk. The growling in my head grows more intense. I resist again.
We distract ourselves on the walk and find the entrance to the lounge/bar inside a hotel lobby. Grabbing a seat in a corner at a small table, we get some drinks. Everything now feels deliberate and flirtatious. A hand wandering. A flip of hair. Eye contact. Fingers tracing my arm. I reach over and move her closer to me, feeling how light she is. She shares. I tell a story. She asks questions.
Our faces get closer. I look into her eyes one more time, glinting with that coy expression as she glances down at my chest, where her hand dances lightly. With sudden clarity, I realize she knows exactly what she’s doing. She is looking for my beast to emerge. Is that so?
With one fluid movement, I reach my hand under her skirt and pull her toward me in a deep kiss. She purrs in surprise and pleasure. I notice a few things: One, her butt is bare under her skirt. Two, she has a beast of her own, kissing mine right back. Oh, and three…she’s wet.
My body begins to flex under my clothes. There is really too much distance between me and my prey, my beast realizes–even as she’s being crushed against me by my arms. Pulling abruptly out of the kiss, I wrap my large hand around her neck. She gasps and her eyes fly open. As I burn my gaze into her, I notice that her eyes have morphed into green, cat eyes. Her mouth is open, showing fangs. Passionate. Submissive. Waiting to see what I will do next.
My other hand, still underneath her, lifts and begins to work my fingers toward her center. They are stopped by a thin amount of thong cloth. Underwear? In my way? It’s with a flash of anger that I feel claws emerge out of my fingers. I’m unable to contain my beast any longer. The world around us melts away as I begin to sink my claws around her underwear, tearing them to shreds off of her.
She growls at me with feral feminine intensity. I growl back, using my clawed hand to pull her face back toward mine. With our dancing tongues and kisses, we feel each other’s fangs emerging. We now recognize each other for what we truly are. The other people in the bar are still there, but a quick glance tells them not to disturb us or face dire consequences.
I pull the tattered remains of her underwear out from under her and smell the wet sex covering it. I toss it aside, wanting what it used to cover. As if reading my mind, she leans toward me, lifting her bare butt off the seat. I smoothly glide my hand back underneath her and sink two fingers deep into her wet cunt. She gasps again, tearing a hole into my shirt with her own sharp talons as she pushes back onto my hand. I respond by raking my other hand’s razor claws down her front, opening her thin shirt, and splitting her bra. Where she once had smooth skin is now a light brown-blonde fur. I look and see my own reddish-brown fur growing out of my sinewy arms. I sink my teeth into her now fur-covered neck.
With my hands, I tear my pants open at the seam. Then, I reach around her and sink my claws into her hips. I pick her up and lift her over me. Her legs spread, straddling mine. I feel the pain of sharp points digging into my shoulders as her own claws clamp onto me. I growl again. She pushes against me, trying to get away (but not too hard). I dig deeper and use my full strength to position her over me.
There is no barrier between us now. I see shocked and horrified faces in the dim light beyond us. My focus is only on our primal need. I can feel her wetness soaking my cock now, with her hovering above me. She grinds heavily on me.
Wrapping a large paw/hand around her neck, I gently, forcefully, pull her face close to me again. Her eyes are wide with a mixture of terror and desire.
“It’s okay, my kitten. Show me that you’re mine,” I purr into her cat-shaped ear.
With that, she rotates her hips until my tip is positioned right, and sinks down onto me. We both look down to see me disappearing into her tiny body. Anxiously waiting that split second before I bottom out inside her.
“No,” I growl through gritted teeth. “Look at me.”
She snaps her head up and locks eyes with me. I lift a paw up to her face. She licks my claws and traces her mouth as she rides slowly up and down. It’s a moment of sweetness before….
We attack each other. Claws. Biting. Hair pulling. Hitting. Choking. Fucking. Our clothes fall to shreds on the floor. Two catlike human monsters fight-fucking each other like they hadn’t had sex in years. The last people left in the room scream and run out. We both cum with howling cries, multiple times each.
It isn’t until I look up after what seems like hours that I notice the bar is empty. There are shattered glasses and overturned tables everywhere. We are covered in bruises, scratches, and a cocktail of sweat and cum. Tufts of fur cover the bar-top around us where we now lay. I look down at my new playmate, underneath me, lying back. She gazes back at me with slightly more human eyes, breathing with me as I continue to push my cock slowly, deeply, into her. I see the beast in her as she sees it in me. Smoldering just below the surface again.
“Good date,” she says, with a sigh of satisfaction.
I can only nod in agreement.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/80t7g5/catlike_urges_mf
Lmao wtf is this