Zoo Keeper - ch8 - Return
#8 of Zoo Keeper
We spent some weeks together, just the two of us, cementing our love and affections.
I caught her, ripping those days from the diary, soft tears in her eyes. I cuddled close to her, "Don't, love, we need to remember that, what bringing more of these into the world does, not just to those affected by them, but for the poor creatures themselves."
She had carefully put the pages back in, unable to bind them though, left them falling out often, something I was fine with, it kept the anger smouldering, slow and cool.
Sally's mind was steadily adjusting, to be more cat-like, although she still found talking with anything short of a human mouth very difficult. Mostly, though, I could work out exactly what she meant but she was very glad to get her humanity back.
"What's the plan?" I asked, purring at the petting she was giving me.
It turned to a scritching of my ears, "What makes you think I have the plan?" she asked with a smile.
"Mmmm because of the two letters I can put before your name." I purred back, leaning into her attention.
"Yeah, ok, I have. We need to warn the Zoo, with that cat on the loose things could get very nasty." she said.
"Ok." I said, "When are we going?"
Her fingers stopped, "Who said we? I am going and you will stay here, safe, until I am back." she left unsaid, of course, 'assuming they will let me come back'.
I stopped purring and turned to look directly into her eyes, "Whatever is done, we do together." I sighed, "I have lost so much of late, so much I never wanted to lose. You will not be the next." I let steel pour into my voice, making her know I would not compromise on this.
"Ok love, tomorrow we go to the nearest town and make some calls." she said, fingers resuming their duty.
I just purred, leaving it at that.
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It had taken her a while to get the car going, it hadn't been started in months but eventually it sputtered to life.
We were travelling to the town, working our way slowly there when the car made a few clunking noises and halted.
"Looks like we continue the old fashioned way." she said, climbing out.
We moved slowly, I would go off at dawn and the evening to hunt while Sally paced along alone, by the third day it sank in just how far from anything we were.
Every now and again I would catch scent of my son, very faint though, long faded. The great thing for a scent hunter in an environment that doesn't rain much is that a smell will hang around a long time.
"I found it again love." I told Sally when I had returned for the morning after dumping a small wallaby at her feet.
Her knife was out already and working at the hide, "His smell? How old?"
I thought, this was a hard one, using information my 'other' self blended with modern counting, "Few weeks, maybe more."
"Well, we will reach town by afternoon, we can warn the people there to be on the look out for... for..." she paused, "Just how are we going to tell them?"
"Just tell them your other pet got loose and that they should just shoot him if they see him, he is 'too dangerous' to catch. The few that will see through part of the lie will be stopped by your crying when you tell them." I grinned to her.
She laughed, ruffling my head and ears, "Sneaky little kitten aren't you?"
Eating strips of the meat raw, Sally stood at last and said, "Lets move on, get there before dark."
Continuing on through lunch, Sally pausing to grab some more strips of the meat from her pack, we could see smoke rising from the town ahead, the odd farmstead around being visible from the road.
As we passed the edge of town, it hit us both at the same time, and looking at each other we were about to say, 'Run.' when they slunk out of a side street.
There was about two dozen cats, one big male, my son, and an equal mix of older females and half grown male kittens.
Fear gripped me, fear for my mate. "Sally, run, just run and don't look ba..." the smell reached me then, one thing and one thing only. Sex. "Just... run..." I said through clenched teeth.
"No love, we fight and we fight together." I heard her say and caught sight of the small knife in her hand.
The wind shifted, carrying the musk away from my nose, but with it at our backs now, cat was still the strongest scent.
Risking a glace behind I could see more matriarchs had appeared, young males at their side.
A growl, loud, menacing and promising pain began, I almost gasped when I realised it was mine.
Backing up to a wall we made our stand.
Two young males came at me first, obviously thinking I would be as susceptible to their wishes as all the female cats, minds recently overwhelmed. The first danced back with just a chunk of its muzzle hanging loose, the second I gripped around the neck tight enough that I heard a snap.
I heard a grunt from beside me followed by a yowl of pain, one of the females, taking up all the room in front of my love, had lunged in to try and grab her. Sally, more adept with her human form than the cat was with hers, but she also knowing exactly how a cat moved, from first hand experience, being my mate and training most of her life to understand them.
The cat backed up, the knife stuck in its shoulder. Leaving Sally unarmed.
"Get behind me." I told her, stepping back into the space she had been. I was too big for her to stand over me so she dropped low, keeping close to my flank.
I roared my defiance of them, but in the end, losing my protected flank was our undoing, two of the big females and a smaller male came at me. My hate driving me to commit too far at the male, going for a kill blow even as jaws closed over the ruff of my neck.
Still I struggled as the female dragged me away from Sally, I managed to rake my claws down its chest, almost gutting it. Then he was beside me and I felt my senses filled with him.
The anger, the hate, the need to protect all were felled by his scent as it tore at my body, bringing need to me that only had one outlet.
One last effort I made, lashing at him with my teeth, trying for his neck. He ducked back and merely rubbed his muzzle down my side, making me whine out loud. I lay there on the ground, my sides heaving, trying desperately not to give in.
I caught a glimpse of Sally then, the young males play-mounting her, none yet mature enough to take it further without aid. But the pheromones were affecting her and after a few moments of seeing her thrash trying to shake them off, I saw her relax to her hands and knees and occasionally even rock her hips back at one of them.
I felt dampness at my side and turned wearily to see one of the females spraying me, the scent was mesmerising, breaking that last barrier down, the one I swore would not fall again and I mewled in need.
The male, my son, had already turned his back on me though and was stalking over to Sally.
"No." I whined, "Please." but it wasn't for her sake, "Me first, please." I continued.
He displaced his progeny with a growl and swipe of his paw, leaving my love, bent forward rear pushed into the air in front of him.
Something within me broke through, tore out of that needful lust-haze of heat, "No, not again, she can't t-"
My sentence and partial sanity was cut short, one of the young males, having been shooed off from his new toy, brought his enthusiasm to me instead, mounting me.
The weight on me was the final straw and I whined in need, aching to have the male fill me.
He was inexperience but his persistence and my submissive pose worked in his favour, his pace was slowing and I thought him about to drop from me when his member brushed between my flared petals.
He haunches were too tired by then to give a good enough thrust to pin me, but my lust more than made up for his lack when I pushed backwards, impaling me on his shaft.
I hadn't had a male in so long he felt huge, working his way within me, his inexperience became meaningless as instinct took over and his hips powered over and over again, building him up within me, causing his spines to begin to bite.
He was too small to make a bite on my neck, so I lowered myself down, pushing into the ground to raise my rear into his thrusts, giving his length greater access to my most inner depths.
I was building to my height rapidly when, without warning, he sprayed my insides furiously and, without further need of me, dismounted and wandered off to clean himself.
I pined and whimpered, I had been almost at my release when he pulled out and now I was in agony.
Looking around I saw the big male driving himself into my mate, now sporting fur, and I felt a pang of jealousy at her having the only fully grown male.
Another young kitten was on me, working away to find my breeding hole. Eventually he succeeded but not before my rising tide of release had subsided, I whimpered and wept through the whole mating as again and again the young cats would mount me, have their fun and then leave before I could finish.
At last, all of them sated I lay there lapping at my entrance, bringing no relief only enhancing the ache when he stepped up into my vision.
The smell pouring off him was irresistible, a mixture of his own sex and musk combined with the lesser musk of a newly changed cat, my mate.
Pulling away, I braced my rear up, flagging my tail for the big male who just swatted me down, knocking me over.
I had tumbled against something, Sally.
She turned around, whining at me, already completely cat.
Looking deep into my eyes though, I saw a spark of her, I preyed I was right.
I had no time to find out, as the weight my lust driven body needed settled above me, causing me to press back.
He wasn't an inexperienced kitten like the previous ones had been, he wasn't a male deprived females for most of his life like Ralf. This was a male cat, experienced at making females his and breeding them properly and he was intent to see that done, regardless of if that female is his mother or her lover.
Without fail, he entered me, driving his hips forward, and began a swinging hard thrusting gait that left me panting.
Spines swelled up, working their insidious way up and down my inner canal I could do nothing but yowl at the fire he set.
As the pressure within me built, I could hear the sound of our mating, dull thudding as hips met thighs and the ever present wet slurp as he worked the tunnel his own offspring had lubricated in advance.
For my part, I acted as any female cat would, I worked my hips in counterpoint to his own, rocking back and forth, building the friction and the heat until I screamed, my voice echoing off the walls of the buildings, flowing back to me, unheard though due to the power of the orgasm tearing me apart.
I was feeling the glow build again, feel myself start that steady rise to the accompaniment of his pistoning rod when I felt him tense above me, grabbing my neck and arching me back into his body, ramming himself deep into me. My throat filled with my roar even as my deepest passages did with his seed, feeling it spread within, hitting its mark, claiming his full right over me even as I whined and wept from my second release.
With a grunt he dismounted me, ripping his shaft from my depths and eliciting a whine from me.
I blacked out as the pain sank into my being, a warmth at my side, my mate now changed forever keeping watch over both of us.
Alright, you can have the details of the cats mechanisms.
musk from the male will cause any male to turn female and females (human, part-cat or ful cat) to go into a 'heat'
each successive application of a males seed internally will change a female more and more into a female cat
from about midway through their transformation females become actively able to concieve with the cats
females will usually have between 1-4 kittens after 5-7 weeks of pregnancy
mostly, when changed, people will lose themselves to being a female cat. Sally and David have retained their minds due to repeated application and getting used to having a little cat inside them (oh shit, that was a bad pun)
kittens, always male, will mature to full breeding age in about 3-5 weeks
while humans turned cat will live out their full human life, male cats only live for 7-12 years
If you though the black plague was bad, at least it didn't fuck you senseless and make you like it :)