Wild dreams

Cathleen blinked. It was the middle of the night, and the light of the stars coated the forest in dim light. As she rolled onto her other side and curled her body up, the soft grass tickled her naked skin. She wanted to keep sleeping. But she was both hungry and thirsty, and that wouldn't change unless she did something about it.

After rolling over one more time, Cathleen got up and did a cat stretch. On all fours, she started to trod through the forest, sometimes changing her pace depending on the texture of the ground. The night was quiet, except for the call of an owl-type Harpie and the distant past. Nothing that concerned her.

When a fallen tree trunk laid in her path, she leaped over it in one fluid motion. First, she lowered her head and raised it again to estimate the distance. Then, as her hands left the ground, the resolve in her body started to concentrate in her legs, first her pelvis and knees, then her ankle. She didn't do it intentionally, it simply happened in synch with her movement. Her body drew an arc over the trunk, and as she pulled her legs in, her resolve now went into her hands, reinforcing her joints and cushioning the impact as she landed. All of that happened in just a second, without slowing her pace down.

Finally, she reached a clearing with a large pond at its center. As she leaned over its shore, a face with feline, yellow eyes, raven-black hair, and round ears on top looked back at her. It was the face of a panther-type catgirl. It was her face.

As her tongue pierced the surface of the lake, resolve now flowed into her tastebuds, and when she pulled it back in again, a big blob of water clung to it, which she gulped down. The cold wetness caressed her dry throat, making her long tail curl in pleasure.

She repeated the same motion a couple of times when she suddenly heard a twig snapping. Her head jerked upwards, and immediately almost all the resolve in her body concentrated in her ears. Now she heard the almost non-existent wind, she heard every little insect moving through the grass, and most importantly, she heard the thing that caused the noise. She could hear it walk slowly through the woods, she could hear it shiver in fear, and most importantly, from the sound of its steps, that it was weaker than her. Cathleen instantly turned around and on all fours sprinted in the direction of her prey. While doing that, resolve in turn concentrated in her hands and feet, cushioning her steps and making them almost completely silent. As she reached a tree she jumped towards the trunk, resolve now concentrating in her toes and fingertips, allowing her to claw into the wood and climb upwards until she reached a branch.

When she heard her prey coming closer, resolve gathered in her eyes, making them so precise that even in the dead of night, she could clearly see every single blade of grass on the ground. Not long after, something white came into view. It appeared to be a young Sheepgirl, alone. Strange, but whoever wore colors these bright in the forest at night just begged to fall prey, and Cathleen was ready to answer. She jumped from the branch, crashed into the lamb, and pushed it to the ground, hands and feet pinning down her shoulders and knees. The Sheepgirl couldn't do much more than letting out a frightened yelp, before Cathleen's throbbing erection penetrated her bright pink pussy.

She lowered her upper body, now pushing her prey down with her entire weight, while at the same time fucking her with quick, forceful thrusts. She wasn't able to bury her entire length into the lamb at first, but after a short while of Cathleen repeatedly hitting her cervix, she became loose enough to take it all. Cum started to dribble out of her immature dick, and shortly after, Cathleen came as well, shooting her spunk deep into her prey's womb. As the lamb's resolve started to flow into her and she could feel herself getting stronger. She raised her head and opened her mouth, ready to sink her sharp fangs into her prey's neck. But then, something hard hit the back of her head and she blacked out.

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In an instant, Cathleen jolted upwards, hectically looking around. She was lying in the bed of the bandit leader, the room dimly illuminated by a lone crystal lamp. Her movement caused the Panthergirl to wake up as well, drowsily looking up to her master.

"Did you just show me that?"

The Panthergirl cocked her head, obviously not understanding her.

"Eh, forget it. Come, let's go back to the Village!"