Date: Fri, 5 Jan 2007 19:21:11 -0600
From: Cobalt Blue <elfcat@gmail.com>
Subject: Cattin' Around Chapter 1: The Cub Becomes A Cat (Bi, SF)

"The fact that I have no remedy for all the sorrows of the world is no
reason for my accepting yours. It simply supports the strong probability
that yours is a fake."--H.L. Mencken

Okay, here goes:  This story is all fictional (like you
couldn't tell by the genre) and takes place in my fictional
world for my Gathering of Gathering, and What Once Was Lost
stories found elsewhere on the web.  If you like it, I hope
you'll send me some feedback.  The first chapter is straight
sex, but after that it goes to gay and bisexual sex with
some pretty odd twists.  Hope you enjoy it.  Due to Yahoo
eating my other email account I've had to start using GMail.
If you want to contact me, email me at elfcat@gmail.com
Cobalt Blue

Cattin' Around
Chapter 1: The Cub Becomes A Cat

     My name is Robin Hunter Greenbough III, but all my
friends either call me Trey, or Hunter.   Growing up as a
teenager these days can be hard.  With the UN Edicts of 1993
declaring all parahumans to be the property of world to be
deployed at the world's discretion, it's even  harder-
especially after the whole War that set off with Japanese-
Anglo-Israeli Alliance against the rest of the world. Every
kid in America is wondering if they might be a parahumans
and about to be kidnapped and sent to Riyadh for re-
education.  I sympathize with them.  Life is hard for them
now, and many of them will be called up to defend their
country against a UN gone amok.

     But life has always been challenging- especially for a
parahumans.  As I grew up in the Deep South, in the sixties,
seventies, and eighties, mine was even more so.   I'm a
magecat.  That means I'm an ailuranthrope, also known as a
werecat- in my particular case a tiger, born in my hybrid
form with the ability to be a mage.  Most of us, do not have
the advantage of a mother, or siblings because being born in
the hybrid or battle form means our mother doesn't usually
survive giving birth.  In my case, my mother is a Nordic
Alf, so she's a little stronger than most.  However, the
unusual genetics tended to align more closely with my Dad's
Atlantean Gifted Gene, making me even more unusual than most
parahumans or even other mystical species.

     I got some of mom's abilities, some of Dad's magecat
abilities, and some that are all my own.   That's why I'm
now on the front line fighting the good fight against the
tyranny of the UN.  I can do things that even Paraforce 1 or
Nightforce can do.  I cross the boundaries of mysticism and
the science of superheroes.

      But all of that is now, this story is about then.
About growing up with abilities and responsibilities that
most teenagers don't have to face, and the unique way I
discovered to deal with those stresses- ways that may make
some of you folks a little uneasy.  So if you're disturbed
by a frank discussion of teen sex and bisexuality, then
maybe you'd better find another story to read, because this
one won't be for you.

     First off, being born in my hybrid form means that I've
been shapeshifting back and forth between forms since I was
born, so I have more control of my "beast" than most
shapeshifters.  Most weres don't have as much control as I
did back then or do now.  You see, if they were born with
the were gene, then they usually don't show it until they
hit puberty.  Can you imagine discovering that you get furry
and a tail about the same time you discover that thing
between your legs has a use other than peeing?  Mix the
shifting gene with the usual teenage angst and emotional
turmoil and you get a recipe for disaster.  No wonder there
are so many tales of crazed weres attacking and killing
folks.  Those who are bitten later in life and then become
weres have a whole new sack of problems to try and control.
So you can see where I had something of an advantage.

     Secondly, since my Dad is a magecat, he knew how to
guide and help. Add that to his own magic and Mom's as well,
I learned pretty quickly.  Where most kids would get
grounded for being in trouble, they'd bind my powers for a
while to teach me a lesson in control and responsibility.
But then again most kids couldn't bench press a Buick by the
time they were eleven years old.  Mom's own abilities as a
member of the Court of Alfheim gave her more insight into
how to help me.  If it weren't for her own regeneration
factor and shapeshifting ability, she wouldn't have been
around to help raise me.

     I know all this sounds confusing, so let me sort of
recap.  I'm a magecat- that means I'm a werecat who can and
does use magic.  It also means that I've got one hell of a
sexual appetite.  (We sort of have a reputation for being
sensual and sluttish.)  I'm also half -alf.  I get some
pretty neat things from that too, not the least of which is
mom's ability to shapeshift my physical appearance into
looking like just about anyone I want- and it's a "complete"
transformation at that.  (That is sort of what sparked the
unique events in this story.)  I also carry the Atlantean
Gifted Gene from Dad, and that gave me the second ability I
used to come up with my unique method of coping with the
demands of being a magecat.

     Being a magecat means that from birth to around the age
11, I could shift between four basic forms.   I could look
basically human, a form I had to learn to concentrate on
early because it would freak the normals out if they saw a
toddler with a tiger's whiskers, ears, claws, and a tail.
As a normal-looking teenager of about 13- when this
particular story takes place- I was stood about 5'11" with
longish copper hair, green eyes and a light complexion.
I'll admit it- I was good looking.  I was tall for my age,
and rather lithe in build.  I think though, that it was my
nose that made my looks.  I had the typical Northern
European upturned nose that is so much in vogue even today.

     In my natural form, I looked about the same except if
you looked close at my skin, you could see the slightly red
and black patterning from my stripes.  I had whiskers, a
tail (complete with tiger fur), sharp teeth, retractable
claws and my ears were furred and shaped like a tigers at
the top of my head.  I could also take the form of a tiger
that was about the size of a housecat.

     Then there was my battle form.  Think of a cross
between a human and a tiger, standing about 12 feet tall and
weighing in around a thousand pounds.  (I weigh considerable
more now, but back then it was about half a ton.) I spent a
great deal of my free time in my battle form, practicing
control and combat.  You see, Dad worked for the government-
I think he was a spy- and insisted that I learn to control
that form from the start.  He constantly trained me in
control of it.  He also taught me to fight in that form, and
to fight effectively.  You haven't lived until you've seen
12 foot of anthropomorphic tiger go through combat-style
katas.

     We owned five hundred acres of mountainous back country
in Walker County Alabama, and Dad used it to hide my
families special gifts from the general public.  Fortunately
for us, it was also an area that a pack of werewolves had
adopted to settle into, and after a few fights for dominance
a pretty effective peace and cooperative arrangement was
hammered out between the pack leader and my Mom and Dad.  To
this day, I've got a whole pack of werewolves as friends.

     But the real problem for me was that although Dad was
local, we really didn't fit in.  In 1976, the idea of being
a non-Christian in backwoods Alabama could get you killed.
Being as my Mom is an Alf meant that she and Dad, and me all
followed the faith of the Vikings.  (Hey, I got to spend
every holiday season with my Grandfather Galdrson in Alfheim-
which is really cool.) That doesn't go over very well in
some areas of the south today, much less back then.  Add
into it, the fact that being a werecat meant that sexually,
I was driven, and didn't really care about the gender of my
partner.   Now that could get you killed even quicker in the
South back then.

     I always wondered how Dad coped with settling down with
only Mom. Magecats are known for their sexual appetites, and
not being able settle down to just one person, or even
gender.   I mean, at the time, I was thirteen and couldn't
figure out if I wanted to jump the head cheerleader's bones,
or the football captain's ass.  Most teenagers were horny-
me I walked around with a perpetual spike in my shorts.

     I know my parents worried about it.  I could hear them
talking about in the dead of the night when they thought I
was asleep.  I think they were afraid I was going to go out
and get some girl pregnant.  Back then, if you did that, you
married them, and neither of them wanted that for me yet.

     It was a close call too.  I lost my virginity at twelve
to the local Church of Christ Preacher's daughter, and
everybody in the school ended up finding out about it.  By
the time it was over, I'd become something of a bad boy that
parents warned their daughters about.

       That story all started when I wanted to go out for
the junior high school football team.  There's something you
have to understand about Alabama, and that is that football
is king down here.  One of the first questions kids ask each
other when they first meet is if they are for Alabama or
Auburn. Me I was an Auburn fan- after all, they are the
Auburn Tigers.  But this was also the height of the Age of
the Bear, so I can't say I didn't eat a lot of crow around
Thanksgiving every year.  It kept me humble.

     Anyway, Dad wouldn't let me play.  He was afraid I
would hurt someone, or worse yet, give away what we were.
That was about the time things had settled down with the
local werewolf pack so I was in the same boat with several
other boys around my age.  The pack leader and Dad came to
the decision to keep us all out of football games, just in
case one of us shifted under the pressure.  So in the end,
we ended up forming our own little football club- we called
it furball.

     Now Sharon was this cute little cheerleader who made it
clear that she would only go out with a football player- and
they had to go to her Dad's church.  She had blonde hair,
blue eyes, and the cutest little ass and breasts on any
thirteen year old out there.  All of us in the furball club
were panting after her, and since our Dads wouldn't let us
play football, she wouldn't give us the time of day.

     This situation could have spelled disaster, because all
it would have take was for one of us to show her why we
couldn't play football in order to impress her and get into
her panties and all hell would have broken loose.  It almost
came to that too.  My best friend Jimmy Daniel, or J.D. as
everyone called him, told me that he almost told her one
Saturday at the skating rink, but backed out at the last
minute.

     Anyway, it was a Saturday night sometime in the summer
and we'd all been invited to a swim party held by our friend
Kevin.  Kevin was a baseline normal, but a good guy none the
less.  He was slightly over weight with straw colored hair
and blue eyes.  He was the kind of guy that most people
liked to pick on, and was something of a nerd.  I never
picked on him, and enjoyed talking to him about our favorite
science fiction show, the Six Million Dollar Man.

      Back then, there weren't a lot of pools in town, and
the fact that his folks had had one put in was a big thing.
For a while there, he was very popular.  He was a good guy
and deserved that little bit of attention he got.  I'm sorry
about the way things turned out at was to be his last pool
party.  Or at least the last one I got invited to.

     His mom and dad were out of town for the weekend but
had agreed to let him have a few of his friends over for a
swim- as long as he kept it to just a few, an no girls were
going to be there.  Well, we all know how those kinds of
things turn out.  What had started off as just four or five
boys swimming turned into six boys, seven girls (they really
do travel in packs) and two quarts of J.D.'s uncles best
shine.

     We were all dancing to Fleetwood Mac and mixing the
stuff from the mason jars with Hi-C grape drink mix left by
Kev's mom.  By about six only JD and I were sober.  Mainly
because of my regenerative factor kept me from getting too
drunk and JD's sense of smell kept him away from the hunch-
punch.

     Anyway, Sharon's boyfriend, Bobby Ingles had already
passed out in the corner and as she was only taking a sip
about once every five minutes or so, so she was standing up
better than her friends- most of which were pretty fuzzy.  I
looked over toward the corner where I saw Kevin making out
with Amy Camper, one hand buried deep in the front of her
two-piece, and the other cupping her rather large breast.
Her hand was up the leg of his cut-offs, massaging him.  I
got the feeling that pretty soon things were going to get
pretty interesting for him.

     I could hear JD and Cindy Harvill in the bushes off to
the side.  I caught a quick glimpse of his bare ass through
azaleas, and knew that he was doing okay for himself.   Most
of the other girls were passed out, several of them were in
very compromising positions with various guys, but the
problem was that the guys were passed out too.

     I smiled over at where Sharon was sipping on her hunch
punch and looking around.  She had a strange look of regret
on her face as she looked over at me.  I just waved and
smiled, glad that there was a table between her line of
sight and my crotch.  All the sex I could smell in the air
was making me horny, and I had a prodigious boner in my
trunks.

     She came over and sat down next to me and said, "Hi.
Looks like we're the only ones not making out or passed
out."  I could see a slightly glazed look in her eyes, and
could smell the hunch punch on her breath.

     I smiled again, noting how her small little nipples
were poking hard at the cloth of her one-piece bathing suit.
"Yeah."   (I know, brilliant repartee was not my strength at
twelve.)

     "You don't seem very wasted," she reached for my half
empty glass and took a sip.  "Why is that?"

     I shrugged and lied, "Drinking isn't that big a thing
to me.  I'm used to it.  My folks let me have wine and beer
with dinner if I want."   Well the last part wasn't a lie.
My folks did let me drink when I wanted to because they knew
it wouldn't affect me like it did others.  Besides, drinking
is a major portion of our religion.

     "Really?  That's so cool.  My dad would have cow if he
knew I was drinking."  She took another sip from her cup and
smiled over at me again. This time she was looking me up and
down like I had looked at her earlier.  "Tell me why again
won't your dad let you play football.  I mean, you seem to
be fit enough to play."

     Again a lie, "I got in trouble this summer and it's my
punishment."

     "Really?  Must have been something pretty bad."  She
started running her hand up and down my arm.

     I nodded, and shifted nervously in my chair.  I could
feel my dick getting even harder under the table.  "I'm not
supposed to talk about it."

     Now there was a sort of excited gleam in her eye.  She
shifted over to sit on the arm of my chair.  "Must have been
really bad.  I didn't think you were a bad boy, Trey."  She
giggled slightly and I saw a blush rise in her skin.  This
close to her, I could smell that she was starting to get
sexually excited.

     I felt myself blush and took a chance on putting my
hand on her knee.  "I get in my share of trouble."

     She leaned in and said, "I bet you'd like to get into
some trouble right now."

     I swallowed and said, "I could stand a little
excitement."  I reached out with my other hand and stroked
her shoulder. Her skin felt warm and soft.  I felt a shiver
of something run up my spine.

     "I bet you would."  Her mouth was so close to mine.  I
couldn't resist, and reached out and kissed her.  I felt her
mouth open and her tongue press at mine.  This girl was not
innocent.  She knew how to kiss.

     She melted into my lap without ever breaking the kiss.
I could feel her body pressed against mine.  I could feel as
well as hear her heartbeat against my chest.  Finally, she
pulled back and smiled down at my lap.  "Looks like you
really are ready to get into some trouble."  She reached
down and stroked my dick through my swim trunks.

     I grinned at her and moved my hand down to press
against the cloth covering her pussy.  "I'm a guy.  What do
you expect?"

     "Can I see?" she asked as she pulled against the front
of my shorts.  I felt a warm southern breeze across the head
of my dick.

     I nodded and slipped my fingers under the leg of her
bottoms to feel the hot wet curls of her pubic hair, and the
slit beyond that.  The smell of her sex told me she was as
horny as I was.

     "Hmmmm.. You have an extra skin on yours."    I guess I
must have looked a little confused because she added.  "I
mean, Bobby only has this purple head, not a flap of skin
over his like you do."

     I grinned. I was one of the few boys in my gym class
that wasn't circumcised.  "My folks don't believe in doing
that to boys."

     She nodded and pushed my foreskin back to uncover the
purple head of my dick.  I felt myself lube up with pre-cum
as she stroked me.  "You're hair is red down there too."

     By this time I had her swim suit pushed aside so I
could see her pussy.  The outer lips were covered by a thin
covering of dark brown hair.  The inner lips were peeking
out, and I could see a little nub of flesh poking out from
the top of them.  I ran my finger along her slit from back
to front. She quivered and squirmed when I brushed against
the nub, so I did it again.   "That's nice." She told me.
"Do it some more."

     I looked around and saw where Kevin had Amy's top off
and she had his shorts pushed down and was stroking his
short stubby dick.  He looked over to where I was, grinned
and gave me a thumbs-up.  I nodded and looked back to
Sharon.  Her eyes were closed and she was moaning softly as
I played with that little nub with my finger and thumb.
"Ooooh,  that is so good."

     I wasn't comfortable this out in the open.  Mind you, I
don't have a problem showing off what I got, but there are
some things I'd rather do in private.  Especially, since I
could feel my control over other things starting to become a
little harder.  I looked over to the bushes where I'd seen
JD and Cindy and every now and again, I could see what
looked like a particularly hairy back in the bushes.  I
figured if I was going to let this go any further, I wanted
to get out of sight, just in case.

     Without asking, I picked Sharon up and carried her
inside the house.   Her hand never let go of my dick as I
carried her down the hall to Kevin's bedroom.  Hell, he
wasn't using it, so I figured I would.  Besides, the bag
with my extra clothes was in there, and there was something
in my billfold I wanted.   Laying her down on the bed, and
then stretching out beside her, I began to run my middle
finger along the length of her slit, dipping the tip in
there to feel the hot wetness there.

     I could feel her squirm beside me as she stroked my
dick inside my shorts.  "I want to see it, Trey."

     I nodded to her and smiled, "I want to see you too."

     She smiled and said, "Okay." She reached to the top of
her shoulders and pushed the straps on her one piece down,
peeling the black material down her body like the skin of a
banana.  I gasped slightly when I saw her breasts.  They
weren't as big as some I'd imagined, about the size of small
oranges I guess, but the nipples were red and very hard.

     She kept peeling the suit down until it was past her
waist and I could see the neat triangle of hair around her
pussy.  The curls near her slit were glistening with
moisture as was the little bud that was poking out at the
top.  She looked down at herself and then up at me.  "You
like?"

     I nodded to her and said, "Very much."

     "Now you," she said as she began pulling at the
waistband of my shorts.  I reached own and pulled them over
my dick and then down the backside of my ass.  My foreskin
was pushed all the way down and I could see the whole head
of it was wet with pre-cum.

     It didn't take long for me stretch out on top her, my
dick nestled between our stomachs.  I kissed her hard, and
let my hands roam all over her breasts, feeling the hard
nipples there.  I could feel her thrust against me, trying
to get some kind of purchase against the top of my thigh.
This was it.  I knew what was about to happen.  I was ready
for it.

     "Wait just a second," I said.  Rolling over, I reached
for my billfold in jeans and pulled out the little packet
there.  Dad had given it to me with explicit instructions
about its use.

     "What's that?" she asked.

     "Something to make sure there aren't any consequences
to today."  Boy was I wrong there.

     She giggled.  "I should have thought about that.
You're sweet."

     I just nodded, pulled my foreskin forward and put the
rubber over my dick.  It took a few tries before I could
finally get it rolled down right.  Then I stretched out on
top of her and put the head of my dick along the edge of her
slit.  I thrust forward and missed my target.  I felt myself
blush, and tried again.  Still no luck.

     She giggled up at me and reached down to and took a
hold of me and put the tip of my dick lower than I would
have thought.  I felt the head slip in between her lips and
I pushed in.  Suddenly I was in.  I could feel the hot
wetness of her engulf me.  I was doing the deed that every
teenaged boy dreamt of.  I was fucking the hottest
cheerleader in junior high school.

     I would like to brag and say that I was wonderful
lover, but I won't.  It was the first time my dick had ever
been inside something that wasn't my own fist, and it felt
good.  It wasn't too long before I was getting close to
cumming.  I looked down at her face and she had her eyes
closed.  She seemed to be enjoying it and the way she kept
thrusting her hips up to meet me, confirmed the conclusion.
I looked down to where our bodies were joined and marveled
in the sight of my deep copper hair mingling wetly with her
dark brown pubes.  It almost sent me over the edge.

      It slowly became obvious that she was more experienced
than I was.  She was also pretty vocal as she began moaning.
I was glad the door was shut, and hoped nobody could hear.
Suddenly she started moaning louder and saying, "It's
happening!  Oh yes!  I can feel it coming!  Oooh!  Ooooh!
Oooh!"  Suddenly I could feel her tighten around my dick and
that was the last straw.  I blasted a load of hot spunk into
the rubber as she clawed at my back.  I felt my body begin
to shift under her hands.  I felt my ears melt up the side
of my head, my own claws extended to rip at the sheets.  I
could feel my tail whip around and as the final burst of cum
shot out of the end of my dick.   For a long few seconds I
lay there, my weight fully on Sharon, my dick embedded in
her pussy.  Then realizing what had happened, I concentrated
and forced my body back to its more human form- just in
time.

     Suddenly the door burst open and Bobby Ingles came
crashing in, yelling "I'm going to kill you!"

     I rolled off Sharon and felt my rubber covered dick
slap against my stomach as he came charging across the room.
I guess I was still a little out of it from what had just
happened, and was slower than usual, because he caught be
with a good right cross as we crashed into the nightstand by
the bed and into the wall behind us.

     I felt the lamp shatter against my back as he began to
swing wildly.  Luckily, he fought like a football player and
had no idea how to untangle his arms after he'd tackled
someone.  I brought my knee up between his legs- hard.  I
felt the air whoosh out of him and pushed him off me.

     He staggered back holding his groin in pain.  Without a
second thought, I pivoted on my front foot spun and kicked
him hard in the side of the head.  He went down like a load
of bricks.

     "Shit, he knocked out Bobby Ingles!"  I heard Cindy
Harvill say from the door.  Looking over, I saw Kevin, Amy,
Cindy, and JD standing there in awe. Behind them, I could
see Mr. Straw, Kevin's father trying not to chuckle.

     When he saw me looking at him, he quickly wiped the
amusement from his face and said to the others standing in
the door.  "Okay, everybody back in the living room.  I'll
take care of this."  He stepped into the room and grabbed
Bobby off the floor and backed out of the room.  Before he
shut the door he said, "You two get dressed.  I'm calling
your parents."