Feldare Tales: Like Cats and Dogs

He slowly shifted, his brow furrowing in concentration holding the shift at bay as much as he could each little step of the way between forms. With delicious slowness, the girl felt him swell inside her, his organ lengthening from just under two hands almost three and the girth swelling almost double. Then the knot began to take form, slowly and steadily growing, it filled her entrance, but already past the entry muscles that would have been harmed in its passing. She groaned loudly as it grew, and he worried that she was in pain, but Sharesh said. "Vannah is not hurting now, finish the change." And he continued, the change was done a few seconds later, and Vannah felt the stiff bristles of his sides tickling her legs, and the massive swelling of his knot filling her opening, and pressing on places that it was quite pleasant to feel it against. Soon, she was on the verge of another climax, and she told him so, and requested that he go faster. He happily obliged, letting himself loose his control over himself some and start to pump harder and deeper into her. She crested the climb to her orgasm and moaned out her release to him, a joyous sound to his ears. She then looked up at him and said. "I never knew such pleasure, Victor." She said, kissing his arms as he held himself over her. "I think you can now go as hard as you like, I am past pain this once." She invited him.

He stood up, grabbing her shoulders and lifting her from the bed. She grabbed him with hands and legs, wrapping both around his massive furred flanks. She lifted herself up and impaled herself onto his upright organ and shouted in pleasure as new places were found within her by his massive pole. "Victor!" She shouted, and repeated it each time he lifted her and let gravity impale her again. He could feel his own release taking hold of him, and soon would loose control of it. The girl leaned forward and kissed him, taking his wulfen tongue into her mouth, and running her own over his sharp teeth. He was close now, and his mouth opened to take her throat in its powerful grip. She leaned her head back and gave her neck to him. As he bore down with his sharp teeth a little, she screamed in release again, squeezing his cock inside her, the muscles of her vaginal opening clamping down on him and causing him to finally come as well. He howled at the ceiling and was joined in the song by her yelling in released pleasure. Then they slowed, the final jets of semen filling her inner places. She pressed to him and he held her tenderly. She was gasping for air, and he was panting like a wild dog on a chase. Her hands touched his face and ears, and rubbed his fur, and her legs, still about his thick waist, slid over the fur as she took pleasure from the bristles tickling her.

Sharesh had to stifle a small laugh when she saw that Victor's long, thick tail was wagging happily. His panting slowed and the girl regained her breath. He laid her gently back onto the bed, and shifted back to his mannish form before pulling his limp organ from her womanhood. She laid there and moaned softly as it slid loose, and he looked at the girl with amazement in his black eyes. She had taken his full measure, even in his largest form, and seemed happy and content, rather than frightened, resentful, and hurt.

He smiled as he turned to Sharesh who applauded silently, and walked to them. The girl giggled and closed her legs slowly. "You're hurting?" Asked Victor.

The girl smiled up at him, and her eyes were half lidded. "This, my lord, is a good pain, and I would bear it any night you wish." She said, crossing her arms over herself and almost purring herself.

Sharesh said. "Well done, both of you." She said, kissing Victor hard and with much exchange of tongues. Then she bent over Vannah, and kissed her as well, and the girl, still overheated by her recent passions, enthusiastically responded with kisses of her own. "You've passed your first test, Victor." She said, smiling at the man, who was still somewhat stunned by his being accepted and enjoyed by this girl in his service.

She goaded Vannah up and out of the bed, and took her soft hand in her furred one. "On the morrow, my lord, you shall be taught about restraint, and the rewards to be garnered from it." She said, and the two girls walked out.

The Count laid upon his bed and thought about what had just happened, and was long in falling asleep.

The two women, however had other plans. As they walked into Sharesh's room, Vannah grabbed her in an embrace and kissed her, passionately, pushing her gently toward the bed. As the cat allowed herself to be pushed over onto the mattress, she looked up at the girl. "Only if you are certain." She said quietly, caressing the lass' cheek with her soft padded hand.

The girl kissed her furry neck and bit at her corded muscles there. "Do I seem uncertain, milady?" She asked, using her tongue to lick the fur of her neck as if she were a cat. Sharesh purred with that contact, and said. "Have you loved a rakasta before, Vannah?" She asked as the girl did one of the most effective things a person could do to turn her on fully, grooming her.

"No, milady, but I have two cats at home, and they seem to take great pleasure in licking one another." She said, and resumed grooming the cat girl, licking her way to her tawny furred breasts. Sharesh ran her razor-tipped claws along the girl's shoulder, watching the red line follow its path, then slowly face. The girl squirmed under the touch of the cold metal, and moaned. She took the finger, and lifted herself up holding it in both hands. Sharesh was suddenly very interested. No one had ever taken her by the hand like this, lest to move it to a swollen cock or, less often, a wet slit.

The girl brought the finger to her chest, just beneath her collar bone, and right in the center. She looked Sharesh fully in the eyes, and locked gazes with her. Sharesh was almost mesmerized with the unbelievable intensity that this girl was showing with her brown eyes. The girl pressed on the back of her thick finger, and doing something no one had ever done, which was forced her claw out of it's sheath with their hand. Fascinated, she watched the girl drag the claw down her chest, to her navel, drawing a tiny bead of blood the entire path, her breathing was short now, the erotic display of the girl cutting herself with her claw was incredibly arousing, and she felt her moisture flowing down the crack of her rump. The cut was not deep, nor in any real way injurious, but it was surely painful.

"W...why did you do that?" She asked the girl, smiling as the girl released her captive hand and bringing it back down to her side.

Vannah regarded her gently. "You saved me much pain in the future, and many other girls, too, I am sure." She said, an almost angelic smile crossing her face. "I simply wished to take back just a little of it."

Sharesh was a carnivore, and the sight of even a little fresh blood set her mouth to watering. "May I?" She asked the girl, pointing at the little drops of blood forming along the cut line.

The girl raised up and moved her body over the cat's reclining head. She brought her navel just over her mouth and slowly started to move back down. Sharesh extended her abrasive tongue and lapped at the blood, her rough tongue stimulating the raw flesh of the cut itself. When she had reached the top, the girl turned and faced head downward to her, smiling down at her furred face.

"Are you trying to make me fall in love with you?" She asked Vannah. "First the grooming and now letting me taste your blood." Vannah smiled and kissed her, letting their different types of tongues slide over each other and both of them moaning at the interesting sensation of it.

The girl started to kiss her way down Sharesh's neck again presenting her long string of blood beads to the cat girl, who happily lapped at them, She worked downward, licking the soft fur and nuzzling into it and then, as the cat lapped the last of the blood from above Vannah's navel. Suddenly, she felt the girl's tongue exploring the soft folds of her vagina and gasped. "I suppose you were sure." She purred as the girl lapped and kissed her labia and clitoris. She opened her eyes, and saw the girl's soft, and well-used opening over her face. She looked down, still purring, then buried her muzzle in it, lapping hungrily at the girl's exposed and tender cunt and plowing her tongue into it to stroke gently on the walls of her vagina.

The girl gasped at the harsh sensation, then said. "Milady, the lord's spend...it...oh dear." She said, as her sphincter of her vaginal passage opened to Sharesh's tender ministrations, and the semen began to trickle out. She tasted it and lapped harder and deeper, sucking and swallowing all that came forth. The girl dove back between her legs and worked her nub furiously.

"Squeeze your muscles, Vannah, let me finish." Sharesh said, lapping at the mix of Vannah's and Victor's fluids. The girl bore down with her internal muscles and squeezed out a great volume of the werewolf's semen, enough to cause the cat girl to have to pause to drink it wholly in large mouthfuls. Sharesh reached her orgasm while finishing that liquid that the girl fed to her, and felt all her muscles tighten as the girl continued lapping at her, and burying her tongue between her fur-edged folds.

Sharesh, as soon as the flood of semen had stopped, redoubled her assault on the girl's opening, rasping her rough tongue over the girl's clitoris with some force, and the girl groaned, she continued, repeating the motion, and accelerating to high speed, like she was drinking water. And the girl screamed out an orgasm of her own, pushing her groin down onto the cat's face, and even forcing part of her muzzle into her very well used opening. When the girl finally let up from the tearing and agonizing climax, she looked down and realized that Sharesh could not breathe, and lifted herself. The cat inhaled mightily and smiled down at her. "I though I might be about to die in a most wondrous way." She said, grinning widely.

The girl giggled down at her. "I apologize, milady, I got carried away." The two women stretched out on the bed beside each other, facing opposite directions. The girl said. "I thank you for teaching the Count to go a little easier on us." She smiled at cat girl.

"You are most welcome, but I am not done with him yet." She replied, smiling at the girl in return. "I plan on staying at least ten days."

The girl groaned softly. "I hope you plan on retaining me to keep performing the examinations that you will be giving him." She said, giving the cat a very licentious look.

"You think I'm going to let you out of my sight, my love?" Sharesh asked the girl. "You've been assigned to me, and I plan on putting you to good use daily."

The girl sighed and caressed the cat's thigh. "I love my job." She said, petting the soft fur of Sharesh's hip.

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In the morning Sharesh awoke with the smell of cooked sausage and barely cooked beef assailing her nostrils. She opened her emerald eyes to see the smiling and lovely face of Vannah gazing at her form across the platter which laid over her lap.

"Good morning, M'lady." Vannah said, smiling with morning sunshine. She was uncovering various carnivorous delicacies on the tray.

"Vannah," She said, "good morrow to you." She replied sitting up slightly and looking at the mouth watering selection laid out before her, including Vannah, who was unclad and sitting opposite her. She smiled at the young woman, and reached out and popped a slice of sausage into her mouth. After carefully chewing the meat and swallowing, she said, "You did very well last night, both during and after the Count's 'test.'"

The girl giggled and said. "It was easy, and I find I do like other women in my passions."

"I would never have guessed." Said the cat. "You seemed so shy." She gave the girl a sidelong look, then smiled when she blushed.

A page knocked on the door, and Vannah answered it, still unclad, she stood boldly before the lad, almost her own age, as he delivered his message to her. She closed the door quietly, and returned. "The Count wishes to see you in an hour." She said, grinning. "I think he may be eager for more lessons." She said, her expression positively lascivious.

"And you are looking forward to more tests." Sharesh added, smiling at the eager young woman. The girl nodded happily that she was, and they ate for a while. The cat noticed that the girl was partaking of the cooked portions of the all-meat meal and smiled. "You sure seem to take to my cattishness." She said. "Could it be you're a cat lover of long standing?" She asked.

The girl nodded. "Yes, I had four at one time in my youth, they fascinated me with their stalking and their wantonness."

"Well I will happily stalk you and will definitely engage in wantonness with you, whenever I can." Sharesh said. As she finished her meal, she started to groom herself, a process that caused Vannah to watch in slack-jawed fascination.

As the cat girl licked down her own thigh, moving inexorably nearer her vagina, the girl leaned closer and closer. Finally Sharesh stopped and looked at her. "If you're wondering, yes, I can." She said, smiling her feline smile at the girl.

Vannah giggled, and Sharesh continued bathing herself, taking especial care to clean her own vagina's lips and somewhat inside, before moving on to the other side.

"That is amazing." Said Vannah, smiling with her eyes widened like silver marks.

Sharesh shrugged. "If only it felt as good as another's tongue, I would never leave my home." She commented, then commenced from her knee to her foot.

Vannah moved closer and started licking her arm, and Sharesh started purring in response. She liked the personalized attention she was getting from the girl, and loved how accommodating she was of her particular tastes and preferences. When the girl grabbed her head and started licking her forehead and between her ears, she moaned in pleasure, subtler pleasure than sex, it was the sublime pleasure of someone truly being pampered, and she loved it. The girl's tongue was not nearly as well-suited to the task Vannah was putting it to, but she did reasonably well, considering. Between the two of them, she was bathed in only about fifteen minutes, and stood. "You may get hair in your throat, I recommend bread with butter on it to get it down." She advised the girl. "But I definitely appreciate your attentiveness, my lover."

The maid giggled and nodded, saying she would go down and get some when Sharesh went to the Count's chambers. She then said. "I've never had such pleasure as I did last night, Milady. Both you and the Count. It was blissful." She looked a bit embarrassed.

Sharesh looked at her and said. "I've rarely felt more than with you last night, if ever." She said. "When you cut yourself to let me taste your blood, I almost climaxed." She admitted. "It was incredible, like you had been making love to rakasta for years." She said. "You've bested the only other rakasta I've bedded, to tell the truth."

The girl smiled humbly and bowed. "I only sought to please you, Milady." She said.

"Well you may very well have made me fall in love with you." Sharesh said, kissing the girl on the cheek. "I am going to inquire to the Count as to the price of your serfdom, if you do not mind."

The girl smiled. "Who would refuse?" she asked in return. "I would be happy to serve you as a handmaiden." She said, smiling brightly.

"In Ghant, my love." The cat said. "There are no serfs, everyone is a freeman." The girl gasped.

"You would give me freedom?" She said her eyes sparkling. "Then I certainly would never refuse."

"Not that Ghantian law would allow otherwise, but yes, I would grant it if I can afford your fee." She said. "I cannot promise it, I'm afraid, since I have limited resources with me."

"I will hope then." The girl said, and kissed Sharesh's neck and then her ear. "I would love to serve you for a very long time."

With that, and the feelings this young lady was setting off in her, she decided it was time to cloth herself and get ready to see the Count. She went into the closet and dressed, with Vannah's intimate attention, a slender gown cut high on both sides and low in the front and back. It reached the floor, or nearly so, but covered almost nothing from the proper angles. She put on bracers of silver wire, woven into intricate shapes, then a circlet about her neck, a simple silver band. The girl pronounced her lovely, and demonstrated it by kissing her fully, and well. She reminded the girl about the bread and butter trick then headed to the Count's chambers.

She knocked on the door and it was promptly opened by the same butler, whom she favored again with a long tail stroke, this time across his thighs as she slid past, and she gave him her best come-on smile. The butler again closed the door as he left.

The Count was lying in the bed, still under the covers. "You are early, Sharesh." He said appraising her in the green gown. "You and the girl did wonderfully last night. I am well pleased and cannot wait to put my newfound...talents...to use."

She bowed curtly and said. "You did all the work, milord, we simply gave you tips and a canvas to work upon last night." She smiled at him. "You are the artiste."

He laughed heartily at that. "Well, let us hope I become one anyway, though I shall admit the painting I brushed last night turned out well, indeed."

She looked at him. "You summoned me, Victor, is there something I can do for you right now?"

He looked at her. "I would have your advice on a matter." He said.

"For her bravery in facing me last night, after the use I put her through the night before, I wish to grant Vannah her fee. She was very convincing."

"Milord, no convincing was necessary. You may not believe me, but I did not coach her actions or reactions." She said, grinning. "What happened was purely in response to you." She looked at him again. "But if you wish to give away her fee, I am sure that is a more than generous gift."

He nodded. "Then I will do so, as soon as my training is over." He looked at her a bit askance. "I understand the two of you have become very close."

She gave him a wide smile. "We have, milord."

"Well, then, I will sign her fee to you, and you may free her." He said. "Since, apparently, you've already freed parts of her." He grinned with mischief in his eyes. "Now on to pressing matters." He changed subject. "I would have your lessons today. I believe you said something about restraint?"

She nodded, but said. "I wish first to explore your condition." She looked at him carefully. "Man and beast man are not your only forms, is that right?" She asked.

He shook his head. "I also may take form as a wolf, without hands nor upright pose." He said. "I enjoy running in such, for it is a form most swift and agile." His eyes gazed into the middle distance and he smiled hauntingly.

"Do you ever take women in that form?" She asked. "I mean, I can understand many women's hesitancy to allow an animal to mate with them."

He nodded. "On the occasion, I have mounted a woman as a wolf, though, truth be told, I usually mount only other wolves as such, for somehow, women aren't as attractive to me then as in my current guise."

She smiled. "It would make sense, after its fashion." She put her hand on his arm. "I would see this wolf you are." She said.

He seemed to stare into space, then his form shrank, mass flowed from it and he became smaller. Within a few seconds, there was something wresting its way free of his clothes on the floor, and the great shaggy head of a black wolf emerged, with those same deep pits of eyes. The wolf shook its head in a most dog-like fashion, and he prowled forward to near her legs, sniffing at her.