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Feline Transformation (Siren13 & myself)

Gene was even more shocked then she was certianly. He expected her to scream, to yell and to throw things, but this was far different. He felt bad, but not for what he had done, more so just for her, and the fact she was crying and trying to comfort him. He wondered if her change brought this on? He gently patted her shoulder, just trying to do something, he was very confused and almost scared this was nothing but a ploy.
 
She felt him patting her shoulder, snuffled and looked up. Her eyes were distant and unfocused. "Are you ok Gene?" She asked in a whisper, patting his cheek, like he was the one who had just been victimized, like a wounded animal. She was taking care to be gentle and soft with her movements.
 
Gene was confused even more. "Um...yeah..." he replied out of sheer shock, unsure how to reply. Aside from potentially now having kittens, he was fine by all means. "Are...you?" he asked in a way that was unsure but he really did want to know.
 
(She's going to have selective memory until later that night. She is basically in shock right now :p)

She deftly avoided the question, as if he hadn't asked it. Her mind was refusing to let her think about the incident. Her eyes were still streaming tears, but she looked up at him, smiling prettily. Se continued hugging him, she wasn't sure why, but half of her desperately wanted to be held, and the other half wanted to curl up in the shower and just lay there.
 
Gene hugged her back, unsure as to what else to do, he took her silence as a sort of no to his question. (sorry im kinda like...writers blocking right now)
 
(That's ok, I haven't really given you much to work with (sorry) that's gonna change though ^.^)

(Later on in the evening)
She brought down some blankets for him, setting them up on the couch, a nagging feeling clawing at the back of her brain. She was a little confused as to why he had insisted on staying over, but he would be downstairs, so she didn't immediately connect her feeling with him being here still. She went upstairs after wishing him good night, got her silk camisole and comfy booty shorts on and was about to climb into bed when the events of the day hit her; they hit like a sledgehammer.

She was floored. She couldn't breathe. She was scared. He was downstairs still, sitting, maybe even asleep already, on her couch. He had raped her. She started panicking again. She raced to her parents room and grabbed a golf club from her fathers golf bag. She peeked down the hall, down the stairs, sighing only a small sigh as she saw him on the couch still, at least she knew where he was.

Coming down the stairs, she had the club raised and ready, held like a bat. Her padded feet made it so he didn't notice her until she was hissing at him from behind the couch, her rage and fear making her hiss as she spoke. "You filthy fucking asssshole! How could you have done that to me?!"
 
He had not been fully asleep. No his thoughts where still going to what he had done. It felt strange, he felt the sense of regret, the guilt and the bad emotions that came with it. But he also could remember how good it felt. The feeling of being in total control had felt surprisingly very good. He felt a little sick to his stomach as he realized he had enjoyed the horrible act of raping her, even if it was just a bit.

His eyes widened and he rolled off of the couch "Oh...shit!" he yel;ped, she had the club in hand. "Put that away!" he shouted, doing his best to keep his distance from the club. He knew those things hurt, hell it could even kill mosat likely.
 
Seeing him roll off the couch, she raised the club higher, in case he tried to move towards her. She really had no intention of swinging at him, she just wanted something to keep him at bay. She was crying a little again, scared of him, scared of how she was behaving right now. Seeing that he wasn't moving towards her, she lowered the club again, just a little bit.

"Why are you still here? Why did you stay here after doing that to me? How could you have done that? I liked you, a lot! I would've been nice to you." Her eyes were still pleading now, begging him for an explanation.
 
Gene wasn't sure what to do or how to answer, his mind still afraid and confused from earlier. She seemed to have some kind of...sudden mood swing. He really couldn't blame her after all. "I was...worried," he blurted out unable to think of anything else to say. Though he was worried she would call the cops, it sounded and seemed like he was a bit worried about her perhaps.
 
"You. Were worried about. Me? Who the fuck do you think you are to be worried about me, after doing that to me!?!?!?! You have no right to be worried about me!!!" She lowered the club a little lower, talking to him. Her eyes tearing up more. Finally she dropped the club, collapses on the floor, crying in earnest now.
 
He wanted to say he wasn't but she began to cry even more. He wasn't sure what to do, he moved slowly closer, with his foot he kind of kicked the club away, while he then knelt down. "Hey...." he said trying to surprisingly comfort her, he wasn't sure wjhat to do. He wanted her to stop crying, to calm down.
 
She heard him kick the club away, but already being in a state of defeat, she couldn't bring herself to care if he was going to hurt her again. He'd already stolen her virtue. She was shaking and confused that he was trying to comfort her again. Feeling horribly alone and scared, she reached out to him again. Clutching onto him desperately and feeling tiny, she curls into him, her mind calming down for some reason. She sat and quietly sobbed into his shirt, her fingers caressing and stroking his arm, in a way that has nothing to do with his comfort, purely comforting herself.

She whispers "Kiss me, please" so quietly, she wasn't even sure she said it aloud. She waits without looking up.
 
Gene was confused, a little afraid as well, her request was very sudden and out of the blue. He let her sob against him a bit before he moved and had her look at him. He then pressed his lips to hers and gave her a gentle kiss, it was almost loving, if his fear of her once more snapping was not dulling the moment.
 
Feeling his fingers on her chin and making her look up, she felt his lips meet hers gently. She started to kiss him back a little tentatively. She wasn't sure why she was kissing him, or even letting him touch her. She keeps kissing him anyway, her mind forgetting the other things. She pressed her lips to his a little more forcefully, kissing him a little deeper. She liked his lips, when they were gentle like this, it didn't scare her.
 
He soon began to get a bit into it, feeling her kissing him with more passion. He wasn't sure what to do or how far to go but he would enjoy this while it lasted. His hand was on her thigh, not intentioanlly, but he just placed it so it was out of the way and more comfortable.
 
She felt a burning warmth on her thigh where his hand was. She tensed up at his touch, but made a big effort to calm herself when she felt him move no further. As she kissed him, she ran er tongue over his bottom lip, trying ever so gently to slip it past his lips. She would nip at his lower lip occasionally, tugging his bottom lip gently, sweetly. She put a hand on his chest to steady herself as she kissed him some more. Soon she was getting excited again, without even fully realizing it herself. She began biting and kissing his neck gently.
 
Gene felt her kissing, becoming more provacative and intense. He soon found himself feeling a similar warmth, his loins flaring a bit even. "Si..Soianna?" he asked out of curiosity, but he gently moamed as she nipped and kissed his neck. Her actions where very much turning him on, her slightly imposing nature was making him into puddy in her hands.
 
Hearing him whisper her name, she paused in kissing his neck. "Yes? Am I doing something wrong?" She asked in a way that was meant to make him feel guilty if he said yes, all things considered. She started kissing and nipping the other side of his neck gently. She kissed up his neck to his ear, biting the lobe very carefully, blowing gently across his ear and the back of his neck. She put both hands onto his chest now, pushing him gently, not enough to push him down, but a little pressure.
 
"No..." he said quickly, as if fearing she would stop if he said otherwise. It was just strange, but he did not wish to question it anymore. He would go with it and see how it played out instead. (sorry so short using phone)
 
(that's cool hun. stuff happens :p)
Hearing his quick response, she chuckles lightly, and kisses him deeply again, pressing her weight into him, letting her curves press and form themselves to his body. She sighed into his kiss happily. She moved one hand down lower without thinking, just going with the flow, now that he wasn't being rough or commanding, she was a little easier about touching him. She gasped a little in surprise as she felt his stiff manhood through his pants. She stroked him lightly, gently.
 
Gene himself was a bit surprised when he felt her hand over him. He didn't realize he had been getting so turned on again like before. His confusion dulled his own senses. "Uh..um..." he said feeling a bit embaressed. He should not have, it was not like she had not seen him fully erect before, but now she seemed more, okay with the fact. He wondered if perhaps the feline side of her was making her overlook what had happened.
 
Her body felt like it was moving of it's own accord now. Her brain telling her, commanding her even, to stop, but it was like her body wasn't connected anymore. Hearing his half voiced answers made her purr quietly, loving the reaction she could rile from him. Stroking him briefly, she eventually takes his shirt off, and resumes stroking him. She breaks the kiss, only to kiss down his jawline, down his neck and collarbone. She ends up kissing down his chest, her other free hand, drawing her sharp nails down one side, in hopes of sending shivers down his spine. Kissing back up his chest, she stops short of kissing his lips, leaning in teasingly, only to pull away at the last second. The hand that was tracing his abdomen, now gently drawing shivering lines right at his waist line, teasingly close to going under his pants.
 
He moaned a bit feeling her hand coaxing him more. It was an amazing feeling, snd he flinched slightly as he felt her claws. They tingled, though also made him grow a bit nervous, dulling the pleasure for a moment. He panted as she kissed him along his neck, and down his chest. His breath held for a moment as her hand moved to his wasye, but she seemed to stop, making this all the more torturous.
 
Feeling his breath catch, she smiled to herself. Soon her need and want was taking over. She began kissing down his chest again, she teased his nipples gently with her tongue before carrying on down to his waistline. She kissed from one hip to the other. Kneeling in front of him, she looks up at him, her face hovering over his covered cock. She had her ass in the air, her back arched, and very slowly, she was tugging his zipper down with her teeth. She wanted to taste his cock again. Panting gently, she coaxed and eased his cock out of his pants with her delicate fingers, keeping her claws away from it. Ever so slowly she licks from the tip to the base.
 
He was patient, though he wished her teasing would stop.As if to answer his prayers he watched her gently undo his zipper with her teeth. He wondered where she got the idea to do that. Already he was fairly erect, and he held his breath more as she gently licked him, only making him grow the more aroused and needy.
 
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