Flying Fuzzball!

Far back in Grey’s mind, he wondered, “What was- ” but before he could even finish his slow thought, he had the wind knocked out of his lungs and was thrown to the ground.

Luckily, the ground was soft with all the flowers and dirt to break his hard fall. Grey didn’t feel the sudden impact as much as the weight on his chest. He opened his drunken eyes and saw a sight that would have shocked him senseless, if it were not for the **** flower. Something was gripping his shoulder with a tight squeeze and Grey saw bared teeth above him. At the moment, nothing registered in his mind. All he knew what was happening was that all the colors around him suddenly changed and some slow, deep sounds floating around him. But then, he stared to really see what was on top of him.

He started to see the shape. Even in his impaired state, Grey knew it wasn’t human. Its hands were covered in yellow fur and tipped with sharp claws. Its mouth had sharp white teeth, bared and ready to dig into his flesh as any moment. It was lighter than he would expect, probably because it looked like a cat. He saw a tail wagging slowly behind the cat, which was clearly full of anticipation.

“…he..hehe…” Against his will, the giggles escaped his body. Once they started, he just couldn’t stop laughing. “Heh, Why am I laughing again?” Grey said before going into another chuckle frenzy. Something gripped his neck, and Grey laughed even more. He opened his eyes and looked up. Then Grey realized something about this creature that shook him out of his hysterical daze.

It had hands! Grey saw its ready hand above him, and it looked just like his, only with fur and sharp claws extending from it. His eyes widened and took in more of this… animal. He looked at its body. It was thin and trim and in the shape of an athletic human body. It was apparently a she, because her chest was topped with two firm breasts covered with what looked like a leather bikini-top. He looked up at her snarling face. It was covered in short soft-looking fur, speckled with black spots. Her eyes were like a cat; slit pupils in the middle of them were narrowed. Her ears came out from under her hair, looking like two little triangle peaks on her head.

She was growling loudly; Grey could feel her legs vibrating while she straddled his chest. She leaned down and smelled around him as her right hand gripped his throat while the other was held ready to strike. Her eyes widened and her pupils dilated as she sniffed him, apparently intrigued with his alien scent. Grey was starting to think straight again. Being underneath a feline woman holding your throat in a vice-grip tends to do that.

He felt her hand squeeze a little more on his throat. Her index finger’s claw barely touched his neck, and the sharp pain registered clearly in his hazy mind. He thought of his options yet again. He could lie still and pray that this temptress didn’t gut him right there. A fine option to choose, that is if her claws were not slowly descending on his **** neck. Or, he could fight back against the overwhelming odds of claws and intoxication and try to run. Both options seemed bleak, but it was all he could think of in such a dangerous time. His muscles tensed, ready to take action as she smelled his chest.