Chat With The Pussies

Lois felt a chill of trepidation as Maria led her into the women's enclosure...opening a carefully-camouflaged firedoor to let her in, but remaining outside herself. The smell was the first thing that struck her, that faint odor of animals in any confined space, and a hazy, familiar odor of pussy...

"H-hey," she began, walking slowly toward the bed. "I hate to interrupt..."

But she was interrupting. The two women were locked in each other's arms, the larger one with the black mane one holding the smaller one, her tongue lapping at the smaller cat-woman's fur, like cats giving each other baths. They turned to stare at Lois, golden-green eyes reflecting weirdly in the light, in the lazy fashion that cats did when they were sizing up a human.

The blonde disentangled herself from from her lover and slunk over to the far edge of the bed on all fours. It gave Lois a good chance to examine her...the way she moved, the hint of muscle under the thin fur, the pointed, catlike ears. There was no hint of a muzzle, exactly, but the shape of the nose and jaw was different, altering the profile of the face, and long pale whiskers stuck out from the upper lip... The cat-woman's breasts, hanging beneath her, were small and firm. When she opened her mouth...surprisingly widely...Lois caught a hint of pointed teeth, and a long tongue, though thankfully without the rough, catlike spines...

"Can...can you talk?" Lois asked.

"Ssssurrrre..." The blonde said, word dissolving into a purr, her long tail wagging gently in the air. The black-haired cat-woman came up behind the blonde on the bed, and as Lois watched gently buried her face in her tawny partner's backside.

"You'rrrre prrretty..." The blonde reached out one finger to touch the sleeve of Lois' jacket.

"I'm...Lois Lane. I'm a reporter. I came here looking for some women that have gone missing." She fidgeted, watching the obvious abandon with which the dark-haired woman was eating her partner out, wondering how long those tongues really were.

"Sssome people want to get lossst." The blonde said. "Come closerrr. I want to be petted."

Lois hesitated...then stepped forward, trying to remember how to pet cats. She knew you started with a chin-scratch...her fingers stroked the soft fur of the woman's throat, and those great golden eyes closed to mere slits.

"Did they...do this to you?" Lois moved to scratch behind the woman's left ear. It flicked, just like a real cat's, the whole musculature of the head different to accommodate it.

"We asssked for thisss..." The blonde said, and a sudden heat caused Lois to blush. Cats released chemicals, she knew, scent markers...that was part of the reason for the scratching. Lois moved her hand to caress the cheek, just behind the whiskers.

"Sssit," the cat-woman said, tongue flicking out, hips moving a little now. "I'll tell you about it."