Chapter 10 - Danielle & Family
That evening Olivia and I reconvened in the basement. We had dressed for dinner with Grace - as in, we'd put on some clothes. But on the way down the stairs we had tossed our cheery sleeveless sundresses off without thought. Or nearly so ... I managed to tangle myself up in mine. I still needed some basic training in being a woman -- which reminded me that tomorrow I might, for variety, want to wear something else than the little teal dress or the even skimpier pirate garb.
So I went straight to Oli's closet to start poking through her collection of sexy duds. Seeing some costume stuff in there, I remembered what she'd said earlier, and called out, "So - you spent a good chunk of this morning as a cat?"
"Catgirl," corrected Olivia from close behind me. I spun around - and then looked down. "Ta-da!" she added. Her nipples and pussy (tee-hee) were as pink and inviting as ever, and she was standing upright, but otherwise she looked more cat than girl.
For a start, her frame was cat proportioned, and included four padded feline feet. Then there were the long whiskers, the fluffy tail, and the perky tufted ears which had migrated high up her head. She also had tabby-striped fur almost everywhere, although for me, it was her striking vertical pupils that completed the effect. That, and the fact she was two feet tall on her stubby hind legs.
Oh - and somehow she'd had time to put on a bejeweled collar.
I stared down, playing back in my mind her earlier catgirl quickie story, and substituting this wee beastie for the one I'd imagined.
She grinned back wickedly to show me her pointy teeth, and lifted her paws up to me. Her front toes were just long enough for her to grip my wrists when I reached down to lift her.
Once in range she bobbed forward to lick me in the mouth (and to demonstrate her scratchy tongue). My response was to roll out my own tongue, and use it to invite her to tangle them both together. That, of course, required me to hold her tightly to my chest, which put her nipples at my neck, her belly to my boobs, and her legs free to wrap around my waist. I squirmed against her soft furry body and laughed softly, until she slipped her tongue down my throat to convert my giggles into a resonant growl.
Her diminutive size and her collar signified that I was to be in charge -- and having started life as a full-time male, I felt it appropriate to grow a penis (even if it was technically a remarkably large clitoris). I used the solidly erect thing to support her bottom as I carried her over to the mattress. But, rather than deposit her there, I chose to lift her over my freshly restored cock and impale her on it.
Suitably enough she yowled rather horribly at my intrusion, until my ruby knob could be seen just behind her fangs -- and even then, wide eyed, she managed to hiss at me. On the other hand I could see the hint of a moggy smile on her lips, and felt her cunt roughly massage the full length of my tool. Mind you, I could also feel delightfully novel sensations from the muscles at the base of her spine - which she was using to her swish her tail.
Unlike a dog, a cat wagging its tail is bad news. So basically, I felt I was getting mixed messages here -- the negatives being reinforced by the claws lodged in my shoulders and butt. But her fancy collar tipped the balance, and I began to bounce her up and down on me. She yowled again, continuously now, with an air raid siren modulation that sort of gargled with every throat-filling down-stroke.
And that's when Grace started down the open stairway. She was naked, and she dropped about twenty-five years in the space of ten steps. By the time she reached the bottom, her boobs and ass had been restored to their original gravitationally-unchallenged status. While leaner than us, she could easily pass for our sister - although not just now, of course.
She didn't seem to notice us at first, or our noisy activity. Instead she stopped to gaze at herself in the mirror. Her hair was cropped into a bob, while her blond bush was a luxuriant tangle of curls. She turned sideways to examine her flanks and bum.
I suppose I was lightly stunned by this entire development, because I was still standing there, bouncing her currently furry little daughter on the length of my cock. Finally she nodded to her reflection ... and then turned toward us.
Well, that stopped me up -- but Olivia, who hadn't seen her yet, growled at me rather menacingly, by way of protesting the interruption. "Um, I said, with a hunted look. "Grace -- meet Puss-Oli."
Gracie laughed. "I see I should have come down to visit ages ago." Even from ten feet away I could see her nipples pucker and stiffen with excitement. "Don't stop on my account. But I'll want a turn at that later."
By this time Oli was trying to twist around to see her mother. Given that I was bottomed out inside her, it was up to me to help out with that. I sidled around until she finally got a look at Gracie. While she'd heard her mother's voice, the sight of the grinning young woman -- flourishing a growing clit-cock - caused her to make a mirp sound ... and her tail to go all bottle-brushy.
