Master! Master! – by Sage_of_the_Forlorn_Path

Latest fiction & first time story: Master! Master! – by Sage_of_the_Forlorn_Path. What do you call a human with feline ears and a tail? I really need to know, because I have one in my house! Last night I had my cat sleeping on my chest, now she’s a naked woman straddling my lap! What’s going on? How long can I keep this secret? Is it wrong to fuck my pet?

Latest fiction & first time story: Master! Master! – Chapter 1

by Sage_of_the_Forlorn_Path

Fiction, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Female solo, First Time, Hardcore, Male/Female, Romance, Virginity

I know it’s been a long time since my last story, and I apoligize, but here’s something I know you’ll enjoy!

That fluffy tail in my face was familiar, sweeping against my nose over and over again, smelling like dust. As a cat owner, I was used to waking up in this way, my furry roommate, Momo, sprawled out on my chest, waiting for me to feed her. But only the tail was familiar, the actual weight seemed way off. Whatever was on top of me was making it next to impossible to breathe. I raised my head as much as I could, and looking down my chest, my eyes fell on a very unfamiliar sight. Instead of a fuzzy cat butt, I was looking at a large pair of womanly cheeks, peach-like, gleaming in the light of the sun. Between them, a lily-white starfish. Beneath that, the bottom of a pair of labia just barely in view, rubbing against the blanket, lips plump and smooth. Two long legs were spread, the knees on my shoulders. Just over the horizon of the cheeks, the base of the black tail, still sweeping back and forth like a pendulum.

I laid my head back, my mind somehow a raging storm of confusion and questions, yet simultaneously blank. My first thought was the obvious: this had to be a dream. I closed my eyes and scanned my brain for the usual signs of sleeping, such as the absence of memory within a dream, but my mind seemed to be functioning normally. I even remembered going to bed the previous night.

But maybe there really was a girl in my bed and I was just imagining the tail, or perhaps dreaming it. Nope, I was now fully awake. So, there is a naked girl in my bed and she has a tail. Actually, forget the tail for now. Who’s this girl? Did she break into my house? Is she a stalker? I’d like to think I’d know if I had a stalker, maybe get some crazy love letters or see someone rooting through my garbage. I’m a nice guy, I deserve a stalker. Maybe she’s it and she decided to take the plunge. She broke into my house, drugged me, and the tail I’m seeing is just a hallucination. It was time to face this intruder.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed the girl to the side and rolled out of bed. “Who the hell are you?!” I yelled, getting to my feet.

Now with some distance, I was able to see this girl completely. She appeared 18 and was quite lovely, tall and slender, raven-haired with good-sized breasts and beautiful face. Aside from her long black locks, the only hair on her body was on her tail, still swishing, and… her ears. On top of her head were two cat ears, each as large as the palms of her hands. For a moment, I thought they were fake, but they looked as real as the rest of her and even twitched.

She didn’t really seem startled by me pushing her off or yelling. She simply rolled onto her back and stretched. “Master, Momo wants food,” she whined.

“Huh?”

Her blunt words were like a slap in the face.

“Momo wants breakfast. Feed Momo.”

“Who are you?” I asked again as she continued to stretch.

Finally, she looked up at me and smiled, flashing a pair of gleaming feline eyes. “Momo is Momo.”

I slowly reached out to touch her head, feel her ears. She met me halfway, pressing her forehead against my hand and rubbing against it like a table corner. I felt the triangular ears poking out from her long hair, finding no seam or line to suggest they had been glued on or were fake in any way. The touching of her ears made her purr, a genuine cat purr, and it increased in volume as I moved down and felt the sides of her head. She lacked human ears, the sides of her head completely flat, save for a slight crease running up to join the edges of the cat ears. With my other hand, I felt her tail, as soft and bushy as the night before, but now bigger. I followed it to its base, just above her rear, and again found that it was perfectly merged with her body, protruding from right where the tailbone would be.

The more I touched her, the more she purred, and seeing the pleasure on this naked woman’s face as I caressed her was turning me on. I was already sporting a tent in my boxers, but this stranger didn’t seem to care, or even realize what it was.

“This is impossible,” I gasped, “you’re really Momo.”

“Momo is Momo, Master.”

“How is this happening?”

“Don’t know, don’t care. Too hungry. Time for breakfast!”

I walked over to the window, looking up at the sky. No balls of fire were falling from the clouds, no black hole sending the raptured souls to Heaven, no signs that the world was coming to an end or experiencing some kind of shift in reality. Was this like that show ‘Wilfred’? Would she just appear as a normal cat to anyone else?

“Master! Master!”

I followed “Momo’s” impatient voice through the house and to the kitchen. My house was small, barely larger than a studio apartment, and just a rental, but it had a nice spot in the Maine suburbs and gave me a yard and peace and quiet. Apparently, some people had died in it, so that and the size made it affordable for someone just a few years out of college, but I doubted a few ghosts were capable of turning my cat into a woman.

Momo was standing by the cabinet where I kept her food, stark naked. Her tail curled and writhed as she waited for me to feed her. I retrieved a can of food but stopped, unsure if I was doing the right thing. Was Momo a cat or a person? She looked human, but she still had her ears and tail. Should I still give her cat food? I would just have to wait and see how she felt. I looked over and saw her by her food bowl, crouching and staring at me. I was also unsure of having her food on the floor, but she seemed unconcerned.

I opened up the can of mush and poured it out, with Momo immediately diving for the bowl and slurping it up. I couldn’t even see the bowl, her hair hung around it like a curtain. As she ate, my eyes moved back and forth across her naked body. Any man in my position would say he would immediately start having sex with this strange cat-girl hybrid. They’d change their tune if this situation actually happened to them. Her body was beautiful, but I was too stuffed with curiosity and anxiety to have any thoughts of sex. My pud was standing at attention, but my brain was elsewhere.

“Master, Momo is still hungry,” she said, having finished her food. How like a cat to speak in the first person.

“Well, you’re bigger now, so one can probably isn’t enough to fill you up.” I retrieved another can of food and crouched down beside her. “Here, see if you can open this up.”

I gave her the can, and following her first instinct, she began biting it like a chew toy, trying to break it open. I was about to stop her when I saw ingenuity spark in her eyes. Whether it was the memory of watching me do it or her new humanoid brain, she found the ring on the top of the can and pulled it up, managing to get it open. She didn’t even bother emptying it into her bowl, she simply ate the fishy pulp out of the can.

It wasn’t until she had downed a third can that she was finally full. With a pot of coffee brewing, I sat down in the living room, having yet to even start my day but already exhausted beyond measure. Momo wordlessly climbed onto the couch and into my lap like she always would, rolling around to find the perfect spot. She was relaxing but I was tenser than ever. Jesus Christ, what was I supposed to do? I got this weird creature in my house and no clue how to deal with it. Is Momo an actual person now? Is she going to stay like this forever? Is she going to transform into something else altogether? How the hell am I supposed to take care of her?

My coffee was soon ready and I was able to finally relax with some breakfast. Whether cat or human, Momo had her nose close to my cereal bowl as she always would, and I had to push her back. Once I had eaten, my mind started to clear. Momo settled back down, resting her head on my lap. If only she knew that there was nothing but the fabric of my boxers separating my erect manhood from her cheek. Sighing, I began to rub the top of her head, listening to her purr.

“Momo, what is the last thing you remember before waking up?”

“Climbing into Master’s bed and falling asleep.”

“And were you a cat when you did that?”

“Isn’t Momo a cat now?”

“Do you feel like a cat?”

“Not sure, feel different.”

“Well when you came into my bed, were you smaller? Or were you the size you are now?”

“Smaller.”

“And you fell asleep?”

“Yes.”

“And when you woke up, you were big.”

“Yuh-huh.”

“Did you feel anything when you were asleep?”

“Nope.”

“How do you feel now?”

“Tired. Oh, right there, that’s the spot.”

My fingers had moved to the base of her ears, and she raised her head to get me to rub harder.

Well, not a lot of information there. I had no idea how this had happened or how to proceed. Should I tell someone about this? Who could possibly be trusted with this kind of information? I didn’t want me and Momo to end up in the tabloids or some government lab. Should I just keep her hidden and hope things will sort themselves out? At least I had today to figure this-

RING! RING!

Oh fuck no. Please, no. My phone, my fucking phone, why did it have to ring today of all days? There’s only one person who could call me this early in the morning. Muttering curses, I answered.

“I need you to come in today,” my boss said. “There was a computing error last night and now everything is screwed up.”

“This is the THIRD time in the past month that you’ve called me in on my day off!”

“Yeah, well, that’s how the world works.”

“You know, they passed a law in France that makes it illegal for companies to harass their employees like this.”