Chapters tagged catgirl

by ErisAphrodite

Chapter 9

In the shade of a dome of pink skirts, you sit in the plushie-packed cage with your ravaged cat costume soaked in water, drool, and at least one other fluid. The light that penetrates the dress of the blonde sat atop your prison casts everything in hues of the same pink, while wh...

by ErisAphrodite

Chapter 7

Not keen on being seen in such a state as the dog-girl left you, you look up at the drapes, gripping the sheer pink silk of the one closest. It's translucent by itself, but wrapped in layers it should work to hide your nakedness. Giving an experimental tug, you find it firmly sec...

by ErisAphrodite

Chapter 8

The instinct is too strong--you can't help but pounce at whatever's moving just beyond the fallen curtains. As you surge forward, paws--hands!--grabbing at the silk, you feel your prey slip away, the voice of the blonde girl gasping playfully. The suspect stirring disappears, an...

by ErisAphrodite

Chapter 7

You feel you shouldn't waste time trying to fashion clothing out of drapery, so you slip out into the brisk night air in just your ruined costume. Once through the window you stumble over a small patch of mulch, out into a quiet topiary garden that spans the side of the manor. D...

by ErisAphrodite

Chapter 9

The torturous punishment is too much, and you decide you can't take another spank from this flying broom! As you muster your strength to flee, you spot an opening at the bottom of one wall of hedge, and before it can swat your butt one more time you pounce in a mad dash for freed...

by ErisAphrodite

Chapter 10

Being nude but for a scrap of cloth down your front, a pair of ruffled socks, and a cat-ear-headband on your head, you see no better option than taking something from the clothesline. From the size of the house, you reckon its owner can stand to spare a shirt or two. Still, you k...

by ErisAphrodite

Chapter 11

Seeing the feral form of the werewolf resume his charge, you act fast and prepare yourself for a long leap, feeling the need to crouch low and wind up with a wiggle before pouncing through the air. You make the jump with feline grace, landing on the sloped roof with a thud. You...

by ErisAphrodite

Chapter 12

Lying prone on the ground in the savage grip of a werewolf, you feel his warm, strange cockhead prod your naked cunt, the mysterious collar around your neck turning anything you try to say into meowing. As he pushes the tip inside you, a shiver of pleasure turns the meow to a pur...

by ErisAphrodite

Chapter 12

Lying prone on the ground in the savage grip of a werewolf, you feel his warm, strange cockhead pushed between your cheeks, the mysterious collar around your neck turning anything you try to say into meowing. Your latest mewl is cut off when you grit your teeth against the sensat...

by ErisAphrodite

Chapter 11

Seeing the feral form of the werewolf resume his charge, you act fast and prepare yourself for a delicate flight along the taut lines of wire, crouching on hands and toes. Your newfound dexterity gives you confidence as you step forward. You find the lines strong enough to hold...

by ErisAphrodite

Chapter 12

The werewolf ruts against your swinging head in a feral furor, furry hips smothering your face, while the throbbing length of knotted wood in your mouth pounds against the back of your throat. His slobbering tongue between your tangled legs elicits moans curtailed by gagging as y...

by ErisAphrodite

Chapter 10

Keeping well clear of the doghouse's corner of the yard, you make your way over to the fence. If you can get outside, you might be able to get back home before someone sees you naked. The fence is too high to climb, and most of the stakes too close together, but coming up to the...

by ErisAphrodite

Chapter 11

The baser instinct compels you past the point of resistance, and the urge to lick your wounds comes naturally. Squatting on the ground, you stretch your bare leg out straight, curling your head down in a posture more lithe and limber than you thought you were capable of. Lathing...

by ErisAphrodite

Chapter 10

As tempting as staying on the vibrating broom is, you shake your head, and slip from the floating stick to stand on the grass, covering yourself as best you can with your torn costume. The Witch's black-painted lips pout coquettishly as she scoots back on Woody, and the broom pul...