Eager is an understatement...

You are almost startled by how quickly the door opens, as if your new roomie was waiting on the otherside of the door with her hand on the knob, and from the way she pounces on you and pulls you into the room, you suspect she was.

You watch with rapt attention as the cat girl shuts and locks the door. You notice she seems to be using a key to lock it from the inside, but she looks so sweet and harmless that you can't imagine her doing anything sinister. Then again, you might just be ignoring the danger to focus on the view. She has furry little paw on her shapely legs that extend like knee high socks of the softest looking light purple fur with white circular stripes. Her skin is pale and perfect contrasted against it, your eyes caress up her plump ass and swaying purple tail with white stripes hugs her hips like a bikini. Her beautiful curly brown hair cascades down her bare back to her shoulder blades with two purple cat ears with white tips pointing out of her head. If her tail weren't moving, you'd swear she was a cosplayer.

"Hihihi! I'm Becca! I'm a familiar! That's a cat girl plus. I can take off my cat stuff to blend in for my Mistress...which I don't have yet." Becca winks and your heart skips a beat. She's even sexier from the front. She has beautiful blue cat eyes with little whiskers framing her button nose with just a patch of pink on the tip, a beestung bottom lip that makes her always look like she's pouting. She catches you staring and instead of admonishing you, she 'innocently' stretches to show off her full breasts just barely covered from the bottom by two triangles of fur that just eclipse her bell shaped nipples. You remember with a flush what she said about being able to take off her 'cat stuff' to blend in as you look longingly at her hefty hips and the soft little rolls of her stomach down to the almost nonexistant patch of purple between her legs.

"Hi...I'm Ja-Jewel. I'm a vvitch. In training anyway." Despite your fumbling flubs and flushed face, you see Becca's ears perk up when she hears that you're a vvitch. She looks at you with an almost reverent awe, that fades into a sultry stare after a flicker of cunning curiosity. You feel your confidence starting to rise again. Even the least schooled and skilled vvitches are usually considered more dangerous than a dozen monster girls and have the reputation as the potentially most dangerous ones of all. Their royal blood can be found in an species as well, so demonesses of all kinds take caution when they discover a vvitch is about.

"A real life vvitch?! Well I'll be shaved! You...you aren't going to enslave me, are you?" Becca asks 'naively' as she slides effortlessly from standing to being on all fours in a fluid feline motion that has you wondering what her game is. She certainly appears to be a clueless cutie, with the emphasis on 'seems'. Then again, her sweet as condensed milk routine is so transparent even YOU can pick up on it. Is it a double bluff to get you to lower your guard? Or is she acting extra dumb so you won't know she's mostly dumb? Or maybe it's not an act at all?

If you could stop staring at her as she slowly stalks the room with her ass arched alluringly then maybe you could think. As it is, you barely manage a semi confident sounding, "Naw. Uh...unless you're into that sort of thing. See, I'm a very sex positive, kink friendly, but consent first, middle, and last kind of girl. I'd be happy to 'tame' you if that's the kind of thing you're into, but I would prefer if we got to know each other first." You feel a little safer hiding behind your words. You mean them of course, but you are leaving out the crucial detail that you are a total novice and stalling because you have performance anxiety, not to mention all the other kinds of anxiety.

Becca for her part looks bored. She curls in a ball at your feet and looks up longingly, "Sigh. You know, you get to know a lot about a girl when you eat her asshole but OK-OK. Let's get to know each other. You know my name. I'm a cat girl. I can transform but I won't. Not ever. Don't ask. My favorite color is purple obvs, and my favorite food is girls. Is that enough? Can you at least pet me now?" You are still as confused as ever, but leaning towards taking Becca at her word, even if she uses abbreviations out loud and literally says 'sigh' instead of sighing. A pet can't hurt anything after all.

You slide down to your knees and tentatively touch Becca's wild mane of curls. They are so soft and she immediately starts rubbing her head against your hand as if she is petting you in reverse. She seems to have strategically tucked her paws under her as she wiggles her ass invitingly as the only other patch of fur to pet with your free hand. You desperately want to pet her all over, but you are still hesitant, more from uncertainty of yourself than of this cunning(?) cat girl.

Before you can decide, Becca turns on her back so her paws are in the air and her breasts and soft belly are exposed. You try to pet her arms with their shoulder length fur, but she moves them at the last minute and you get a palm full of creamy breast with a thumb of fur. Trying to play it off like you are unperturbed and a real ladies lady, you keep your fingers still on her exposes skin and slowly circle the small tuft of silky soft fur on the side of her under boob. Again, she out smarts you and wiggles her chest so her puffy nipples caress your perspiring palms and her supple skin stokes your delighted digits.

You pull your hand back when she starts purring and the room starts to get a lot hotter and more humid. Her purr turns to a pout and a petulant protest, "Nononono! Not faaaaair. You got me all purry and pettish." She swiftly but softly bites the soft flesh between your pointer and thumb then flips gracefully onto all fours, sticks her ass into the air and shoots her tail straight up as she sulks off on all fours to the corner of the room.

You sigh and say, "Sorry. I'm not trying to toy with you. I think you're adorable, but...well, to be honest, I'm still actually kind of new to all this. Can we maybe talk just a little more and then go from there?" You see that feline fatale flicker in her blue eyes again as she pops up on two legs again and then smiles sunnily as she walks over to her dresser and digs out a bag. You eye her curiouser and curiouser as she sits in the middle of the floor with her front paws on the floor and her feet beside them, legs bent and looking like the cat that ate the canary.

She tilts her head and asks, "So wanna do some catnip with me and get to know one another? Or are you gonna stop being a pussy and just fuck me like you know you want to?" Your jaw drops at how casually crude she can be. On the other paw, she seems genuinely willing to get high and get to know you. You have no idea what the 'cat nip' really is or what it will do to you, but it has to be safer than just going for it with Becca, right?