Sit, Pet, and Listen

Lois sat on the bed next to the blonde cat-woman, who turned her back towards the reporter. The brunette made her fingers wide like the splines of a rake, and began combing them through the woman's fur, starting at the back of her neck and down the slope of her back, all the way to where the tail emerged just over the cat-woman's pert ass.

It was weirdly intimate to Lois—like giving another woman a massage. Strange to think of them as nude when they were covered with fur, and they moved so naturally, with no effort to cover themselves. The other cat-woman stretched and watched them languidly as the reporter continued her grooming...and after a minute or so the blonde began to tell her story...

"I had alwaysss known I wasss different," a deep purr paused as Lois' nails scratched gently against the skin, "Even asss a child. It wasssn't until I wasss older that I found othersss like myssself online..."

"Furries?" Lois blushed when she realized she had whispered the thought outloud.

"Otherkin," the blonde glanced over her shoulder, fixing Lois with one golden eye, tail swinging gently to brush against the reporter's face. "Isss it ssso ssstrange in a world of sssupermen and godsss to realize you are...sssomething elssse? But even with all the miraclesss we sssee... it isssn't enough to know what you are. I dissscovered that in college. To many people, my identity wasss jussst a fetisssh."

The tail wagging grew more insistent, and Lois grabbed it, remembering how she had played with her grandma's cats. Starting at the base of the tail she ran her hand back smoothly toward the tip, along the line of the fur. The blonde began to purr again.

"They usssed me for sssex...a kitten to be passsed around, leassshed and collared... but that wasss all. I grew sssick of it...of being...me..." The blonde raised her arm, and Lois saw a disruption of the fur across the wrist, evidence of scars underneath. "Clinical body dysssmorphic disssorder. They wanted to put me on medsss..."

Every time Lois hands approached the base of the blonde's tail, she could feel a heat radiate from the cat-woman's genitals...but now, fickle as ever, the blonde whipped her tail out of the reporter's hand—and rolled over on her back, exposing a creamy white expanse of belly, those pert tits, and, as Lois' eyes roamed lower...yes, the wet slit of her vagina, just visible through the pale blonde fur.

The reporter placed her hands under the breasts, not quite touching them, but pulling downwards, thumbs and fingers digging in along the ribs, eliciting an audible purr. To Lois' own surprise, she felt the bumps and ridges of additional nipples down the milk-lines...small, almost vestigial structures hidden even by the thin fur, but definitely there. The blonde's eyes squeezed almost shut under the petting.

"I came to the club to drink away my woesss...and a woman approached me. I thought ssshe wanted to play. But what ssshe really wanted wasss a tessst sssubject. Radical body augmentation. Cutting edge. Posssibly irreversssible..." The eyes flashed wide, and Lois' hands slipped, curling around and cupping the cat-woman's tits. "It wasss like a dream. I sssigned the formsss...and medical examsss. I wasss naked when they took me into a white room...then there wasss a light...that tingled all over." She smiled as Lois began to massage those breasts, squeezing and rubbing in smooth circles. "And I became asss I am. Asss I alwaysss ssshould have been..." One leg kicked absently as Lois' thumbs played with her nipples.

"Why did they put you down here?" The reporter licked her lips, feeling suddenly hot. It was easy to forget sometimes that these were women, and not just big cats, but when she played with the blonde's breasts, she knew that she was basically engaging in foreplay.

The other cat-woman, however, was the one that answered.

"To pay off our debt," the languid eyes, suddenly green in the light, stared out at Lois. The darker cat-woman had one finger idly situated between her slit, rubbing up and down as she watched Lois "pet" her partner—and the reporter wondered how long she had been doing that.