Try To Leave

Lois Lane had always been a cat person—sensitive to their moods, aware of their little signals. She didn't like the way the two furry women were closing in on her, asses raised in the air, tails flicking. The blonde had begun making a sound deep in her throat, rubbing her cheek against the reporter's hand...

"...I...I'm looking for someone else." Lois said, raising herself up from the bed.

"Ssstay," the blonde pawed at Lois' shirt...which ripped as the reporter pulled back.

Lois staggered backwards, right into a warm, soft body. The reporter's heart jumped. She had been paying too much attention to the blonde, hadn't even seen the brunette move.

"Yesss, ssstay..." the brunette purred from behind her, hands grasping Lois' jacket lightly. "Plaaaay..."

As Lois shifted, trying to move past the brunette, the blonde was slinking off the bed on all fours...her chest was deep, pushing her breasts out so that they brushed against the floor. It reminded Lois of those old illustrations of the sphinx, 19th century artists trying to combine woman and lion and not achieving either...the blonde's tail was flicking back and forth, nose twitching, golden eyes wide...

The brunette's hands tightened, right above Lois' elbows, her head buried in the reporter's hair...and the blonde was there, on all fours beneath Lois, rubbing her cheeks against the reporter's crotch.

"We can sssmell you..." The cat-women licked her lips, and Lois saw the little barbs there on the long pink tongue, just like a real cat's, and she shuddered to think what that would feel like. "We can sssmell you want it..."

Lois swallowed, knowing that the cat-woman was correct...she could feel the dampness between her legs, nipples so hard she could feel them pressing against her bra...and she could feel the tickle of fear too. She was outnumbered and these women were acting very...animalistic. And animals are dangerous, driven by instinct...

One hand was brought up to the waistband of Lois Lane's pants...the golden hair stopped just short of the fingertips, giving way to a finer, paler white fur and the little hard, sharp nails...which tugged gently at the tight red fabric, cutting into the material, though not as easily as the thin cotton of Lois' blouse.

"Pleassse..." the two said in unison, voices harmonizing strangely. "Play with ussss..."