Author's note: This was a story that appeared to me while watching my kitten roll around the floor this morning. I briefly wondered to myself: What in the world does Julius do all day? The crazy thoughts that filled my head made me laugh, so I thought I'd share this fun little epic with you. Please, do understand this story is all in good fun, and in no way should be taken seriously. ;)
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Julius swatted at the fake mouse on the floor, bored and disinterested. The sun wasn't too high yet in the window, but her female slave was running a little late this morning, and she was desperately waiting for her to leave, knowing the slave wouldn't be back for 8 hours.
It had been another one of those incredibly uneventful nights, where she had skirted across the floor eagerly, chasing an unseen bug, to torment the slaves that lay sleeping in her bed. The ONLY reason she allowed them to do so was because of their obvious strength over her, but other than that, they were her complete submissive slaves.
Anyways, she had chased this bug for what seemed like hours, but when she had realized they were asleep and she was no longer disturbing them, she had shuffled off to the clothes hamper, making sure it was the one with the
freshly laundered
clothes in it, and gone to sleep.
When Julius had heard stirring from her master bedroom, she had sat up slowly, leisurely, sure to make a great show of stretching, should anyone be watching, before heading into the hallway. Seeing one of her two slaves performing their morning rituals, she had immediately run into the bathroom and sat on the porcelain throne she often used for her morning purveyances. The human murmured idly to her, "There you are, Julius, we missed you last night."
Julius gave a smug little grin. In truth, she never slept with her slaves, but that was just because they wanted her to. She was proud to say that she never gave in to any of their whims, not even once. If they called her and she was already heading their way, well, she'd go the other direction. If they wanted her to nap with them, she slept in the chair. If it was time to come in from her outdoor hunting safaris, she ran and hit under the big rumbling machine, what her male slave referred to as his "truck", whatever that was.
Finally, after dragging it out for what seemed like hours, both of her slaves left the house, telling her to "be a good kitty and watch the house" while they were gone, and to "have fun with your day."
If only they knew...
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Julius yawned leisurely, feeling much more at home in this stronger body. If only they knew, indeed. She stood up and went to rummage through the closet, pulling on the nicest outfit that her female slave owned. She would have to be sure to lay on it later in her feline form, getting her fur and scent on it so the girl would be forced to wash the garment, making it clean for the next time. It was pretty early in the day, but Julius knew a grand, wild world waited out there, and so she flitted to the bathroom, checking her make-up in the mirror, and admiring herself.
As a kitten, she was incredibly vain, but as a woman, she was even more so. Her curls hang wild and long down her back, in a rainbow of mahogany, chestnut, silver, and black. Her chocolate eyes were slightly slanted, but huge and erotic, with a slit of a pupil instead of a human one. No one would probably look that closely, though. The tiny black dress clung to her frame perfectly, outlining the skinny, muscular body that was hers. She was tall, much taller than her female slave, but she'd never have a chance to prove that.
Sighing, she borrowed some beautiful pearl earrings and a necklace, and then frittered out the back door and onto the sand, the sunshine hitting her and warming her.
This was definitely going to be a great day.
Julius scampered down the beach to the dock, where a massive ship was waiting to move out. She recognized the flag flying above and grinned wickedly. The loathsome Pirate Blackbeard captained this ship, and from what she'd heard, he was a dangerous man and a feared pirate to boot. She should have stayed away, but she just was asking for trouble, and she knew just how to stowaway on this ship. She quickly ducked her head and moved towards the rope holding the ship to the dock and began to scale it, climbing as easily in this form as in her other.
She had made quick work of getting on the ship, and securing her goal of a true adventure today, but now where to hide? Julius quickly ducked behind a barrel of gunpowder, knowing her hiding spot wouldn't last long. The crew was already rummaging around, loading things, following the first mate's order. The infamous Blackbeard was nowhere to be seen.
Julius quickly snuck below decks, looking around for some clothing. She couldn't be out there, shoving the planks, righting the sails, if she wasn't dressed appropriately. She finally found what she was searching for. They were way too loose, but they'd get the disguise across properly. She quickly discarded her dress and jewelry, stuffing them into a pouch that she later tied around her waist. First she pulled on the white cotton shirt, lacing it up accordingly. She didn't have to worry much about her breasts, they were very flat and would hardly be noticed under the loose material. She yanked on the black pants and laced them as well, then the boots that came up to mid-calf. She looked in the grimy mirror she found back in the rum storage, and gave a small mewl of triumph. Yes, she definitely looked the part! Except for that hair...
Glancing around, she located a buccaneer's hat and kerchief, and this completed her ensemble. Though delightfully feminine, her clothes would at least keep her from being noticed for anything other than a pre-puberty cabin boy. She skittered back upstairs and grabbed onto the rope the other crew members were hauling, following the tune to the first mate's calls: "Heave! Ho! Heave! Ho!" The people on dock looked on, thinking this was a regular mercenary ship, and having no idea they were stocking the dreaded Maiden's Rapture (for that was the name of the ship) with the very best of their supplies. When the ship was all ready, they heaved off shore, and Julius knew she was about to be lost on a very grand adventure, indeed.
Julius was joining in the others, getting the ship's stowage all put away and in order, pretending to celebrate the success of the looting, when she heard a terrible noise behind her.
The fearsome and loathsome Blackbeard had come out of his cabin.
She turned, expecting to see an old, disgusting man before her, but what instead was there was shocking. Julius felt her jaw literally drop as she gaped at him. He was toweringly tall, at least 6'6", and ridiculously handsome. He had curly black hair that spilled all over his head and hung low, to his shoulders. He did not have a beard at all, and Julius thought he didn't look to be over 40. His eyes were almost as black as his hair, she certainly couldn't see a pupil in them, anyways. He wore something very similar to what she had on, but without the convenience of modern-day underwear, his bulge was very obvious. It was...impressive, to say the least.
He strode through the crew, looking like he was taking a mental inventory of what was on board, where things were, and what was missing. He passed by her without a word, and she averted her eyes, certain he could hear her labored breathing at being so close to this devilishly handsome man. She thought she was going to make it, when all of the sudden, a breeze from the ocean sprang up and knocked her hat right off, causing her deep curls to fall all across her face and back, and her vanilla scent to waft on the wind.
Captain Blackbeard turned around immediately, his face a mix of rage, humor, and...lust.
Julius hurriedly tried to set the hat back right, hoping no one had noticed, but when she looked up to see the Captain staring at her, she knew she was wrong. Fear clutched at her gut, she had longed for adventure, but she certainly hadn't wanted to die!
Blackbeard stalked over to her and grabbed her by the elbow, leaning down to whisper throatily in her ear.
