A Cat's Fantasy

by Catt

"A Cat's Fantasy" is Copyright 1994 Panther Free Press. Distribution is permitted in electronic format, as long as 1) the entire text (including this disclaimer) remains intact and in all 5 parts and 2) My e-mail address remains on the work catt@luminet.net It appears at this web site by permission of the author. Permission is also given to print this text out for personal use. If you wish to include this story in a web site or for publication, e-mail myself catt@luminet.net and we'll talk it over...

This is (unfortunately) a work of fiction. It depicts sex, lots of sex. Lots of quite graphic sex between several genders and arguably several species. Af any of this offends you, or anything vaguely pornographic bothers you, don't read this, and don't send me your nasty e-mail (I may enjoy it, you know...)

Being a work of fiction, none of the characters herin are based on a real person (Save the narrator, who is me...) And similarity to any person alive, dead, undead or unalive is coincidental, totally. However, if you see yourself or someone you know in a character be honored. You've been immortalised.

Now sit back in your easy chair, pull up a glass of 2% milk, and enjoy "A Cat's Fantasy", by Catt

She wanted me to arrive alone to her place and everything would be 'taken care of' for me. And that I should have two weeks free. We had spend the last six months exchanging e-mail, and we had a phone conversation as well. When she invited me, I was very excited. Heck, I almost felt like my heart would explode!

When I arrive, she greets me at the door. We talk about nothing in particular. The weather, the basketball game, her apartment. She then taps her leg and says "Come." I do. "So you call yourself a cat?" she asks innocently. I nod. She gently scratches me behind my ears, which I quite enjoy.

She lazily trails her fingers through my hair, scratching ever so gently. My head rolls back reflexively. She reaches down into my shirt and removes it. Things progress quickly as she strips me bare. She has me lay down on the ground on my back as she masturbates me.

Her insistant hands milk me. I feel the wave roll over me as my penis throbs in her hands. She covers my eyes with her free hand while still stroking me with the other. The last spurts dribble down her hand as she lets go.

"Good kitty." she says. "Good cat." I feel her rub my arm, and something poke into it. Reflexively, my arm tenses up. "Shhh....." she whispers. "Relax... Everything will be allright soon..." the words drift off as I feel drowsy.

I awaken somewhere else. My eyes are shut, I cannot see. It smells like old moist hay in spring. I'm lying on my side. I feel constricted somehow, but my arms and legs aren't bound. I roll onto my stomach. "Good morning Tawny!" It's her voice, soft and sensual. "Don't worry. Momma will take good care of you!" She wipes my eyes with something wet.

Slowly, my vision comes back like a haze. I was right, I'm in a barn, laying on the straw on the floor. I look at her, she's wearing a body suit of white. I can see her face, it's a cat's face. I feel the twinge in my gut, and the erection of my penis.

Reflexively, I look down. Now I know why I feel constricted. She, or someone, dressed me in a suit covered in fur. It feels like leather on my flesh. I can see my underbelly is covered in white fur, my paws are brown, as is most of the rest of my fur. I feel, and see my fleshy penis grow out of it's furry sheath and start to grow.

She looks down too. "A little excited to see me?" She shuffles closer. "I'm excited too, Tawny." She stands me up on all fours. I'm standing on my toes and fingers. The suit I'm in puts pressure on my legs, arms and back to make it easier to stand this way.

I try to speak. Something rasps against my throat, causing pain. I inhale fast. Her expression changes. "Aww Tawny..." she says stroking me between my ears. "You know you can't talk! Does momma have to reprimand you again?" I shake my head. "Good cat!" Her voice changes from strict to loving in a sentence.

Her hands find my hind quarters. She pushes my tail which I send upwards. I feel my tail move as if it were my own. Her hands massage my hind cheeks which excites me more. I feel my penis getting stiffer with every stroke with her hands.

With my tongue I lick her face gently. I close my eyes and take it all in. She moans softly. I find myself purring! She holds me from behind and pulls gently. "Mount me Tawny. Mount me. Please do it!" she whispers. I comply.

Her body feels magical under me. Her vagina is moist and hot. Our motion massaging my fur. I can feel her nipples harden. I pump harder. She claws with her nails into my sides. With a growl I nip at her shoulder. "Good cat!" she stammers. "Your mommas favorite cat! Just like that! Yes!"

I feel the rush from within, I don't hold it back. My heart feels like it wants to explode! I open my eyes. I see her head thrown back, eyes shut, mouth open and a screech stuck in her throat. I feel the energy flow from me into her as my body pumps my essence into her. She tightens underneath me with a growl of her own before we both slow our pace to a stop.

My penis retract into the fur. I sidestep her body and lay down on my side again. I can smell her juices. She rolls over as well. "That's a good cougar... Good cougar..." Her hands find my wet fur. "We better clean this up before it gets sticky." She uses her tongue to lick my fur clean. I repay the favor by following her lead. She isn't being erotic, so I'm trying not to be either.

The taste of her juices and mine mingle. The taste isn't bad, I like it. I know she's done, and for the most part so am I. She reverses positions and gently strokes me behind the ears. I close my eyes again and enjoy it. "Now Tawny," she says softly. "We're at our masters house. He's a kind master, but he does want a few things for us. Like he wants to see you as soon as we can get there. Ok?" I nod. "Good! You'll like him."

She places something over my head that feels cold but familiar. It's a choke chain. She pulls on it gently and I look around. "It fits! Good! Now let's get over to his quarters, ok?" I nod again. She puts a leash on the collar and gets up. With a pull I get up.

Now I can see her costume. She's wearing a white costume with a white tail. Her white ears poke out of her blonde hair. Whiskers poke out of her soft white muzzle. All of her fur is very short, almost nonexistent. She gently pulls the leash and I walk with her. Walking is difficult at first, but it gets easier with practice. I learn quickly. She leads me out of the barn.

Our physical location is hard to tell. It looks like the middle of nowhere, but it appears to be the midwest. I can see the wheat starting to grow, and I can see the horses grazing. The ground is hardpack dirt, easier to walk on than hay. She's leading me into a blue house, the door is open. On our way in I catch something out of the corner of my eye. It's large, black, and on four legs. I spin to look into the face of a large dog, a doberman. Reflexes, I turn to face it teeth barred and growling. The doberman stops in it's tracks, looking confused.

"Bad cat!" She says. "Don't worry about Spike!" She kneels down and pets the dog on the head. "Did the cat frighten you Spike?" Spike seems happy to see her. She pets him for a while and pulls me over. My heart is in my throat. "Now make up you two!"

The dog licks my muzzle. I exhale quickly and breathe heavily. Spike licks my mouth, and I hesitantly return them. "Good cat!" She says. "Now come on, we have to get going. Seeya later Spike!" The dog barks once and trots away. As he leaves I can see that his sack is very loose, swaying side to side as he walks.

"Don't worry about Spike." She tells me. "He's one of our locals. He's friendly." I'm still shaking, and I guess she can see that because she kneels down and hugs me. "Shh...It's over now. Don't worry." Her voice calms me enough so I'm not shivering. "You'll get over it." I forgot to tell her about my thing about dogs. Oh well. I'll work on it I guess.

She leads me inside the house. I hear music, a bluesy jazz. She leads me into another room. Inside there's a man sitting in an easy chair weathered with wear. The room is mostly in blue, with some whites and a few browns. Everything is faded and beaten, as if it's been there for a while. He looks up, and in his eyes I see his smile.

"Snowflake! It's so good to see you back!" He stands as I look over to her. She smiles too. They kiss, a passionate kiss, a practiced kiss. Her tail sways around gently with her pleasure of greeting. His hands gently scratch her back and her neck. Their kiss is slowly dropped.

Snowflake kneels over me while detaching the leash. "Master? I'd like to introduce you to Tawny. He's a visitor, but I think he could become a regular here as well." He sits back down and taps the chair twice, I catch the hint.

I walk over. He scratches me behind the ears, kinda rough. "Tawny, eh?" I can't see Snowflake, but I know he was asking her. "Your first cub! Congratulations!" He gently pulls me up by my fore-paws. "Let me get a look at you." Now I can see him.

He is a white male, somewhat overweight. He's wearing a white t-shirt with a V-neck. He is also wearing a set of faded overalls. His glasses sit on his nose with a simple dignity. His short, black hair is combed over to one side.

The Master continues to stroke my face, gentler than before. "Good boy. Now, did Snowflake tell you the rules?" I shake my head.

"I decided to let you tell him, Master." Snowflake says.

"Hmm..." he says. "I suppose. It is my farm, isn't it? Well, the rules are simple really. You're a carnivore, and I know that. But don't attack any of the other large animals. You're not the only one here, you know. We have ponies, pigs, cats, dogs," I shudder reflexively, he catches it. "Don't worry, they're safe. We also have rabbits, a few mice, and a few other animals. They're all friendly."

He looses himself in thought for a moment. "But if you see a regular sized rat or mouse then go ahead ant kill it if you want." He smiles, and so do I. It must look goofy, he's snickering. "Besides that everything is fairly common sense. Do what you like, don't leave the area, and be understanding to everyone and everything. Oh yeah, we occasionally get visitors, people. They just want to, well, have sex with some of the animals. They mean no harm too and just enjoy them."

He then gets up from the chair and sits on the floor. "There is one more thing. An initiation of sorts." he says. "Cm'ere." I do. He then kisses my muzzle. I return them as best I can. His hands caress my muzzle and his kisses become deeper, more involved. So do mine.

Soon he removes his shirt, and starts to undo his overalls. I lick his face as the top falls to his waist. He lays himself down as I put my mouth to his nipples. I hear his breathing become deeper, more deliberate. I can feel his nipples becoming stiffer, harder. His hands move around my head, stroking my neck somewhat.

I feel a hand on my belly. I look for a moment, Snowflake is under me and over him, removing his last piece of clothing. I return to him, and his hands become insistent against my head. I lower my body to be on top of his.

Already, I feel the heat of his penis growing stiff under my own. His hand gently lifts my muzzle, making me look up. I meet his eyes. He nods while gently pushing me back. I decide not to hesitate.

I backpedal slightly, bringing myself to his penis. It's already mostly hard. I brush my whiskers against his shaft, making the head swell slightly. I lick the tip. There's the slight twinge of urine to the taste. He inhales deeply. I use gently lick down the shaft, still not taking it into my maw.

On my way back up I feel his leg drape over my side. I glance up at him. His head is tipped backwards. I take him into my mouth, a little at first. I hear a small moan from him. I take more. I flick my tongue and swirl it around him. I feel his heat in my maw becoming thicker.

A gag reflex hits when I'm most of the way down him. "Good Tawny!" he whispers. "Now again..." I take his advice and begging a gentle thrusting motion, but not as far down my throat. His other leg holds my body pinned to him. His stomach tightens and his legs press into my sides. I reel back slightly. "No, don't stop yet!" He says between stolen breaths. He holds the back of my head for emphasis. I taste another fluid, it's very slick. I can't taste it, I don't want to. His heat ignites me, I almost feel as if my saliva evaporates from him.

I feel his head swell inside my mouth. He lets out a small groan as his legs tighten against my ribs. Master holds my head still as he throbs inside my mouth. My first taste of a man fills my mouth and I try to swallow the hot juices. My throat gags slightly, causing some to spill out and drip down his penis. His body makes one final thrust into me, then relaxes.

"Good cat." Master whispers. "Very good..." He trails off. I lick his semen from my muzzle. There's still some cum left in his hairs, an on his shaft. I clean it off. I can taste it now, not as salty as I expected. I think I can tolerate it.

Master pulls me up by gently tugging on my chain. I lay down next to him and he gently strokes me behind the ears. "That was very good for your first time, Tawny!" He says. He strokes my muzzle gently. Now there's one more requirement. Wait here." He licks my muzzle again before getting up.

Snowflake sits next to me. She scratches my tummy, and I find myself on my back, purring. Time becomes a mystery for me, but I really don't care. We lick, kiss, and generally fondle each other lightheartedly.

Another hand joins us, stroking lower than Snowflake. My hind leg snaps out reflexively as I look down. The hand is black as midnight. It's furry. I look to whom it belongs, it's a black cat. The newest cat puts one finger on his maw, and nods. The hand then strokes my penis.

I'm erect almost instantly. Snowflake pulls away slightly. The black cat moves in front of me. He kneels on hands and knees. I can see his penis is also erect, and his testicles dangle openly. His tail points straight up, exposing his hole for me. A scent catches something in me, something base and primal.

Without thinking I place my forepaws on his shoulders and drive myself into him. He yowls once in surprise, then purrs softly. His scent makes me feel dizzy. I feel as if I need him. I thrust into him with my whole body, my hind claws digging into the carpet. He thrusts against me. My paws slip from his shoulders until my chest is on his back. The feel of his fur against mine is electric! I hear a groan, Snowflake is under us both enjoying herself with his exposed penis!

The three of us move together as one. His tail sways back and forward between us. Our combined scents fills me, excites me. Snowflake screeches out, flailing. My penis demands the release, which I give it. I feel his muscles clamping down, milking me for all I can give. I drive with my legs and fill him as well as I can. All my muscles tense around my hips which tighten with every thrust. My body delivers for a minute, the final few feel as if they came from the deepest reserves. My mount also wails out, delivering himself into Snowflake. I feel his muscles tense on my penis, which excites me to the want of another spray inside him. A loud meow escapes my throat instead of semen from my penis.

Our separation is fast, forced. He quickly cleans my still erect penis with a water bottle. His gentle stroking keeps me hard until he stops. My flesh recedes into the sheath soon after he's done. Snowflake kisses him, then me. She gently strokes my fur again, and I lose myself into the hedonistic pleasures of a simple massage. I open my eyes for a moment, and our feline lover has gone.

Snowflake takes the leash from the table and locks it on my collar. "Come on Tawny, let's get some breakfast." She stands, somewhat weakly, and leads me into the kitchen. I was awakened by a loud click and a gentle shake. "Tawny? Tawny?" I was dreaming, I thought. Then reality sunk in. I was being shaken side to side. I opened my eyes. Snowflake was standing in front of me wearing a jumpsuit with some logo's on it. She's human, today. She was holding a leash that was attached to my neck, or properly my collar.

She smiled. "I'm sorry to wake you up, but we're in a bit of a mess here. We need your help." She nudged me to my paws. "Just play along for the duration, I think you'll enjoy yourself." I groggily stood on all fours, she scritched my ears. "Good cat."

She led me into the main house. Once there she put a muzzle on me. I fought it for a moment, only because I didn't expect it. She stroked my muzzle gently. "Here's the deal." She spoke softly. "You are to act as a panther until further notice. A tame, well trained panther, but a panther nonetheless. This is only for the illusion." She pulled on the muzzle once gently, but I got the point. "We have a client who wants to use you, so act accordingly."

I didn't have time to think about that last part before she led me into another room of the house. I rarely got into the main house, so I didn't know it well enough to say what room is what. But when I finally got there it looked to be a converted living room. I mean converted because it looked to be a meeting room now.

There was a couch, a small table with assorted magazines on it, and a throw rug. Sitting on the couch was a man, around thirty or forty. He was wearing faded denim jeans, a sweater with a simple pattern on it, and casual shoes. It was easier to see the shoes.

"Here's one of our large cats we have right now. His name is Tawny." Snowflake said. "He's very friendly."

"Well, lemme see him!" He did sound excited. Snowflake handed him my leash, and I followed to him. He offered his hand, which I rubbed my head against. He laughed. "He is friendly, isn't he? Can I remove this?" He placed his fingers on my muzzle. I didn't see what Snowflake did, but the man removed my muzzle and stroked my fur. A bit rough, but I didn't mind.

"So tell me, will he suffice for what I have in mind?" He asked.

"He should. He's fairly experienced in that. We've never put him into costume before, but I think he'll perform just well. I'll be there to make sure of that." The conversation went on from there, but I wasn't listening. I trusted Snowflake.

The man returned the leash to Snowflake and told her that I would do just fine. then something about "See you tomorrow night!" and left. Snowflake led me back to the barn.

"I suppose that I have some explaining to do to you." She sat down next to me. "That man contacted us about finding an animal to have sex with his wife. It's a scene that they both want to do, and they've hired us to do it. The scene calls for a large cat to mate with the wife. It's kinda a..." She stopped when she looked into my eyes.

"Don't worry about the 'us'." She knew my thought. "I'll explain later. But for now suffice to say that you need to know what's expected of you. Come on, I'll prepare you."

Preparation was very strange. Snowflake put me into this costume (I want a better word for it, but that's all I can think to call it...) It consisted of a leather hood which covers most of my head and muzzle and a leather bodysuit that fit over my paws and tail. Most of my underside was open, but my rear wasn't.

She had me move around while wearing it, do some running. It was very hot for me, I was dying of thirst. She knew it would happen, she brought a water bottle for me. I ran around for a while more before she took the costume off of me. I had a decent dinner before getting more much needed sleep.

I woke up before the sunrise. It's something I hadn't done for a while around here. I wandered out behind the barn to watch the sunrise. A simple thing, but something that I'd never thought of doing before. It was a slow ascent, but not fast enough. Snowflake came for me with leash in hand before I could watch the whole thing.

She tried to put it on, but I covered the collar. I walked a few steps ahead, and she knew. We walked together to the house, then to a van in the driveway. She opened the side, and I leapt in. She then opened a large travel cage and said "In." I was hesitant, but I did as told. I figured that it wouldn't be professional to argue with my owner.

I couldn't tell you how long the drive took, but suffice to say I slept on the way. I've always been able to do that, sleep in the car. And I always wake up when we get where we're going. Like clockwork, I was up when the van stopped. The slide door opened, and Snowflake came in. She opened the cage and put the leash on me. I didn't protest.

My first view outside and I didn't know where we were. It was a forest preserve, or at least that was what I'd call it. Before leaving she put the muzzle over my head. "Illusion, Tawny." She said quietly. She led me out of the van, grabbing a bag with her.

We walked through the preserve. It was strange how something I'd seen plenty of times before took on a whole new perspective from all fours. The smell of the ground, the trees that I'd never seen before from this angle, all the details. It was going too fast for me to really get a full view of it all.

But we stopped in front of a large hole in the ground. She reached in the bag removing a flashlight from it, and a collar. A thick, black leather one that I'd never seen before. She placed it on me and moved the leash to it. She turned on the light and we went down. I'd been in caves before, and I'd remembered the entrances to most of them. Slick. This one wasn't. It was actually solid, well groomed, cared for.

When we got down the cavern was already lit, torchlight. Snowflake led me to a small offshoot from the main cavern and expertly placed me into costume. "Now, you follow my words to the letter. Consider it a show, you're the main attraction. If I say, you do." Her voice was deathly serious. "I may have to use hand signals. You'll get the idea. Questions?" I shook my head. "Good. I have a few more things to discuss before you're on."

I was a bit shaken from this. It wasn't the Snowflake I knew. This was a professional. She took me into the main room where my leash was tied to a stalagmite. "Stay." I did. She went off to apparently find the man I met before.

>From what I could see around me the cave was somewhat furnished. In the torchlight I saw what looked like a religious altar with a black velvet spread over it. It had a few black candles lit on it to illuminate what looked to be a large book. There were a lot of other stuff there too, miscellaneous junk.

On another table (It wasn't a table, but I can't think of a good word for it.) was a woman. She was wearing a white leather teddy, no panties. She also had a hood over her head which covered her face as well, white leather it looked like. Around her neck was a thin white collar, also leather. She was tied, spread eagle, face up on the thing. Underneath her was a black velvet throw, probably to keep her somewhat comfortable. And there were a few other chains around her, not as thick as the restraining ones.

There weren't many other people besides the man and Snowflake. She came for me a few minutes later. Without a word she dressed me into the costume. Her motions were fast, she'd done this before. When I was in it fully, she took my leash and said "Follow." She led me over to the man. I should mention what he was wearing too. He looked strangely like an inquisitor in full black robes. His face covered fully with a mask stylized to look like a black cat. Snowflake handed the leash to him.

He knelt down to me. "Hiya Tawny!" His voice cracked a bit. "Let me do a few things to help you out there, eh?" He removed my muzzle and leash, but held onto the collar. He replaced the leash with a chain leash, gold plated, with a leather handle. "OK, follow." He led me into the center part of the room and tied me off onto a table leg.

I looked around to Snowflake. She just nodded her head and vanished into the shadows. I could still see her, she moved herself to behind the woman's head she couldn't see Snowflake.

The man placed a small vial against the woman's nose, smelling salts I'm guessing. She awoke groggily. I couldn't see most of the action, and to be honest I didn't care too much about it either. What I did catch was the man getting much more confident when he spoke. The woman fought the bonds, somewhat as a token effort. They had a long, elaborite act, I alomst fell aspeep again.

The man kept on saying that she was chosen to mate with the great cat, and he must make her ready for it. The preparations involved a lot of ceremony. He used some oils on her body that were very powerful to the smell. He cleaned out her vagina, very thoroughly. He also placed something just around it, another oil.

He then returned to me. He took my leash and led me to her. "Now, let us see if he will take you." He put my muzzle to her vagina, and unlatched the leash. I got a single look at Snowflake and she nodded. I took a lick. Whatever the man had placed here I liked the flavor. It was like a sweet peppermint. It didn't have an odor, which threw me at first.

But, before I knew it, I was lapping at her pussy trying to get more of this flavor. She arched her back, letting my tongue in deeper. The taste went in as deep as I could get my tongue to taste it. I knew why, but I didn't care. I could hear her moaning under me. She tried to speak, but apparently she was gagged under the hood as well.

The man gently pulled back on my collar. "Now, great cat, mate with the sacrifice. Feed her your seed of life." I looked to Snowflake. She had her index finger clenched in her hand. I got the hint. I took position over her, with my hindlegs spread and my forepaws over her shoulders. I was already hard, so I went for it right there.

She stifled a moan and pushed her hips right into mine. I pumped into her hard and fast, I was too hyped to go slowly. I looked into her eyes. She had blue eyes, a darker blue. She looked into mine. We made a connection for that brief moment. She thrusted into me even harder. Something told me that there was a deeper meaning to this moment than I could even fathom. Only she knew.

Without thinking I let out a loud growl as I felt the first release. Her eyes closed as she threw her head back. I could feel the man stroke my underside by my testicles, causing me to orgasm even harder. I came in her, all of it inside her. She writhed under me for a few minutes more, even after I was spent.

The man quickly placed a chain on my collar and attached it to hers. "He has mated with you. Now the true test." I couldn't look up to Snowflake without hurting the woman under me. I didn't know what to do for a minute, so I went with my instinct. Still inside her I rubbed against her hood. I then licked it as well.

In her eyes I could see some relief. "You have passed." The man said. Not to me, to her. "You may live to bear the young of the Cat." I laid down on top of her to lick her face through the hood. The man undid the chains between the collars. He put my leash back on and lead me away from the table. Once away I took the chance to clean my fur from her juices. It was all over, but the leather took most of it.

I'll admit I took a long time. In the meanwhile he had sex with her too, taking advantage of the situation I guess. He had then placed something over her mouth and she went back to sleep. He came back for me. "You're such a good cat! You are!" He removed the helmet from me (which I was grateful for, it was getting warm.) and scratched me by the ears.

Snowflake came by again. "So how did Tawny do?" She seemed more relaxed now.

"Fantastic!" He said. He took off his leash and replaced it with Snowflakes. "Flawless. The oils you gave helped that immensely."

"They're designed to." Snowflake said as she put my muzzle back on me. "I know what Tawny likes."

He scratched me behind the ears again before standing up. "Thanks again. You're people will clean up here?" Snowflake nodded. "All right then. I'll get my wife out then. Fantastic job!" He walked away, removing the costume as he walked.

Snowflake took the rest of the costume off of me quietly. She packed it all away and lead me out of the cave. Once outside she knelt down next to me. "Well done Tawny." and she kissed me on the muzzle. "Let's go home."

We actually romped through the woods for a few hours before we left, Snowflake kept on saying "Is this payback?" to me. We drove home before it got too dark. I fell asleep on the way back however. I couldn't tell you how long we were driving. I was happy. That's what I remember of the farm. It wasn't the sex, even though that's fun too. It wasn't the farm itself, even though those mornings that I woke up to a nice sun in the hayloft were so relaxing. It wasn't the other animals either, now that I think of it.

It was that I was being myself.

For once in my life I wasn't putting on a facade, I wasn't wearing the mask of the human being that I lived in. I was free. Not too free physically, but mentally. I had escaped into my truest self. I was happy.

Snowflake came for me at night, before I went to sleep. She was in her human incarnation. She snapped the leash onto my collar. "Follow." I did. She took me to the van again. She seemed lethargic, sad. I brushed her leg with my muzzle. She knelt down.

"Oh Tawny...." She hugged me by the neck. "You seem so happy... I don't want to do this to you." She let the embrace escape between us. "I shouldn't have the right. But, I must." She slowly got up, and nudged me into the van. I went slowly, glancing over my shoulder. I don't know why I did, but something in me told me to.

I knew it would be an image that would burn in my psyche permanently.

The cage that I remembered was gone. She got into the drivers seat and silently turned over the engine. She drove without saying a word. The radio was singing something, I think it was Janis Joplin. It's gotten so hard to remember things like that. I fell asleep sometime during "Bobby McGee".

I woke up on my back on something softer than what I was used to. There was a sheet over me. It didn't feel right somehow, but it felt familiar. I opened my eyes. All a blur. Damn, I had gotten to like clear vision every morning. I pawed at the sheet, and saw my human hand. There were impressions in it, like the ones you get when you sleep on a tennis racket. But these were more complex than that.

Lines zigging and zagging, concentrated and scattered. It's my hand, I know it. I just wish it weren't. I looked up my arm, and the same thing. More impressions. I heard a floorboard creak outside the door. It opened gently, all I saw was an outline.

"Good morning, my precious!" It was Snowflake. I smiled. "So you are feeling better then?" I nodded. She snickered. "You can speak again, the box is removed."

Almost in reflex, I put my hand to my neck. Sure enough there felt to be more impressions. By my vocal chords, they hurt somewhat to the touch. I look to her, she's approached closer now. She hands me my glasses. I put them on, and see her. She's human again, wearing a bathrobe. "Thank you." is all I have the energy to say.

She puts a finger to my lips, they feel a bit swollen as well. "I know. I suppose I have some explaining to do to you, my pet." I relax when she calls me that. "About me, the company, how you got into it all..." Her voice fades, she reaches over to something on the table and hands it to me, a glass of milk. I smile.

"It's good for you right now, you're going to need the calcium." I drink it slowly, it feels good to have something cold and smooth in my throat. "Where should I begin?" she says, mostly to herself.

"The beginning?" I say, weakly.

"That's as good as any, my pet." She settles onto the bed. "At least my beginning with the company.

"I can't tell you our name, it's a private affair. I fell into the company a few years ago. I was down on my luck. But what actress isn't? That's not important. What's important is that the man who you met the first day at the farm was so kind to me.

"And, no, he doesn't 'own' me nor am I a 'slave'. We call him the Master because it was his brainchild. As such, we give him some authority on the grounds as far os scenes go. But all major decisions are made with all the partners present. That's where I come in. I took what was left of my savings and helped him make his fantasy a reality. He wanted to make a farm for people to try anything they wanted that was vaguely bestial in nature. It's grown since then.

"We got some good costumers and some design engineers together and made a feasible suit that could hide the human form well enough to be useful. So we made costumes for large dogs, big cats, ponies, pigs, sheep, cows, and so on. It's not cheap either. It takes some doing."

She lifts my arm and traces down the impression, it's an interesting feeling like the 'pins and needles' of a sleeping arm and the sensitivity of flesh not being touched for a long time. "These sweat channels were made so your sweat would come out your paws on this side. That's why you have the marks. They should go away in a few days, I hope.

"The rest of the costume was engineered like that. So it would mimic as well as possible the animal you became. From experience I know you may have to re-learn how to walk, or at least become better aquatinted with the idea." She looked away, lost in thought. I sipped slowly on the milk.

"Anyway, the farm. We became partners in the business and it's taken off fairly well. As well as what we do can, anyway. It's a limited market, you know. And our prices aren't cheap either." She mindlessly played with my hair as she spoke. She didn't look at me. I couldn't tell if it was shame or thought.

"Originally, I took you on as a charity case, my pet. I knew you couldn't afford the program. But our e-mail chats and our phone conversation was enough to convince me that you were genuine... sincere... you truly wished for it to be.

"So, I talked to my partner about it. He agreed to let you in for two weeks. We both agreed it was what we could afford to be flamboyant for the quarter. So I invited you over for the trial, you were all I expected, and I took you under my wing as my cub.

"As it turns out, you ended up paying for yourself. That woman in the cave? Her husband arranged for the scene. He told us of her wishes to become the centerpiece of a ritualistic ceremony that was somewhat bestial in nature. And, well, you were the only male cat that was either comfortable with the scene or available.

"For what it's worth, you performed excellently. He complimented you, you know." I let a grin escape. She ruffled my hair and looked me in the eye. "So I should be thanking you, Tawny."

I took in a deep breath. "Your hospitality was thanks enough, M'Lady." I nurtured the glass in my hands. I was almost done.

"You looked so content last night in the loft." Her voice got softer. "I didn't want to take you back. But I had to." She searched for words slowly, deliberately.

"I understand." I put my hand on hers. She took my glass and set it on the table.

We made love. It wasn't sex, it was love. For a little less than two weeks I had sex with all sorts of people, animals, whatever. But this wasn't like that. It wasn't raw. It wasn't fast. It was the true meaning of love, of caring. It was real.

What little strength I was saving it was gone now. I slept again. I awoke some time later. The marks on my body were slowly disappearing. She was there, next to me.

The next day she spent with me, reteaching my muscles how to do many of the mundane things that I had chosen to forget. Walking, speaking, the basics. It wasn't hard, but it was easier with another person there to show me again.

Between sessions we talked about her company. I was intrigued with the whole idea of how it got started. She said all potential customers were screened heavily for everything from std's to emotional baggage. Once they met to standards, they were invited in.

I confessed to her about the horse incident. She laughed, she knew we were up there. She saw us go inside. "I decided you should see, my pet." She said. "I thought you should know what else we do on our property." I asked how much they spent on that fantasy. The figure was higher than my combined total of paychecks in the past five years!

Also I asked her how much what had been done to me cost as well. "Oh, you silly cat." she said. "I wouldn't want to tell you. Don't lose sleep over it. You shouldn't need to know. All you should really care about is that we did it for you. And, we would do it again."

Almost instinctually, I tried to twitch my ears forward, bring my whiskers up... then I realized I couldn't. She laughed. "Don't strain yourself, my pet. Yes, I would like to have you again. But permanently."

My jaw dropped somewhat. I hadn't thought of it before. My penis shot straight up at the thought of it, but realistically, I knew I couldn't. I had things I had to do, and stories to write, places to see... My life was too short lived to think that long term yet.

I started to speak. "M'Lady, I..."

"Tawny? Hear me out." I stopped and did. "Perhaps not now, but in the future when you know it's right I would like to take you from your life here. Take you as my own. I can't really go into details right now, but we are talking to a man who does reconstructive surgery. I guess you could say it's cutting edge technology.

"He thinks he has a way to take a body and change it's DNA structure to match that of an animal, while keeping the human qualities we wish to have. We don't know how much he can do yet, but we know that with time we can alter a human body to become animal like. An experimental subject was Spike.

"But, that didn't work as well as we thought it could. It gave the physical appearance, but it gave most of the mental capacity of the dog too. We know Spike is happy, but we still feel terrible about what happened. He knew what could happen as well as us, and he truly wanted it anyhow. He got it, but the price was high to him.

"We can't reverse it." She got distant again, and she seemed to be holding back tears. "We all knew... We did..." I gave her a hug, she seemed to need it. But, I don't want to discuss that publicly. That's between us and us alone.

Just before I left her apartment the next day I made a promise to her. That when I felt ready that I would get in touch with her. And I would throw aside everything to become her cub again. Regardless of when. And I also knew that I would become her cub, someday. Perhaps after I see more of the real world and decide it wasn't meant for me.

In return she gave me a collar. A black nylon webbing collar, very much larger than my neck. It's got a tag on the D-ring. It's a gray mouse-shaped one that says on front in gothic-stylized letters "Tawny". On the back it has engraved "If the spirit is willing, the body able, and the passion real, let nothing stand in the way of a cat's fantasy."

A Cat's Fantasy copyright 1996 by Catt.