Date: Mon, 26 Apr 2004 15:27:35 -0700
From: April Vasquez <catwoman_april@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Cat-Woman

Author: April Vasquez
Catwoman_April@hotmail.com

This story is in no way affiliated with the Warner Bros./Bob Kane character.
  Please do not sue me for something that is yours that I didn't use.

The Cat-Woman
(not affiliated with Warner Bros.)


	Stacy's life was simple and happy.  She lived in a nice, cozy shoe-box that
she could just cuddle up into; she ate nothing but the finest cuisine
available and still maintained her girlish figure; she had the love of the
fine woman with whom she lived, Gwen Thompson.  Or rather, she WISHED that
she had the love of the fine woman with whom she lived.  She found Gwen to
be the most gorgeous creature on two legs that she had ever laid eyes on,
and merely to gaze at her shapely figure, her full blonde hair, striking
eyes and graceful movements was enough to make Stacy melt for hours on end.
Although she had been living with her for a year or two now in the tiny, yet
ever-so cozy apartment, there was one horrible reality that Stacy could
never face, a reality that would forever deny her her true love; Stacy was
merely an innocent little black house cat.
	True, Stacy herself knew that she could never, and probably shouldn't, be
romantically involved with her human mistress.  She tried to suppress her
rather unusual feelings for her keeper, but every time Gwen's long, slender
fingers gently ran over her furred body, behind her ears, under her chin,
and gliding across her belly, she couldn't stay focused on said suppression.
  Every time she would be fed the finest, most expensive health cat food
Gwen could buy, Stacy knew that she would always be there, wanting to give
her nothing but the best (if only she could thank and repay her for her
years of kindness to her).  She found herself purring louder and louder
every single time that she had snuck into Gwen's bathroom as she showered,
gazing at her naked, disturbingly alluring body.  Of course, Gwen had always
enjoyed Stacy's company whenever she caught her at her most vulnerable
moments, but how else could Stacy take advantage of Gwen's compromising
situation?  Without hands, a hairless body, a lack of tail, and only two
nipples, she couldn't.
	One morning, like every other morning, Stacy panicked as she heard steps
walking ever closer to the foyer and to the front door.  Oh no! Stacy's
wordless mind screamed, She's leaving!  She immediately dashed over to the
front door, cutting Gwen off before she could make her daily escape.
"Meeeeeah!" she cried, gazing up pathetically into Gwen's eyes.
	"Oh, don't be like that, puss-puss," said Gwen, leaning over and picking up
Stacy in her arms.  Stacy loved the feeling of Gwen's arms around her,
pulling her close into her full, heaving chest.  "You know that I have to go
to work every day, Stacy.  Why do you have to love me so much that you're
miserable whenever I head for the front door?" she asked, rubbing under
Stacy's furred chin.  She was already purring like a chainsaw.  "I'll be
home in a few hours, okay?"  Gwen gently placed Stacy on the floor behind
her, and opened the door to leave.  Stacy started scratching Gwen's calve
with her declawed paws.
	"Mmmmm?"
	"Can I have a little kiss before I go, though?" Gwen asked her cat,
crouching right in front of her.  Stacy immediately gave Gwen three little
licks on her nose, wishing the moment would never stop.  Unfortunately,
this, like all good things, had to stop sometime.  Gwen stood back up,
closed the door behind her, and locked the door.  "Bye bye, honey-kitty,"
she called from outside.  Stacy whimpered as she heard Gwen's footsteps from
the outside world become quieter and quieter, eventually diminishing to
nothing.  She sighed, knowing that she was once again alone.

	Stacy trotted into the living room and leaped onto the velvet couch for a
little catnap.  She groaned softly to herself, hating her uncontrollable
attraction to her mistress.  What's wrong with me? she thought to herself
(not in words, mind you, but with similar ideas that you or I may have).  If
only I were human so I could actually have her to myself....  If she were
mine.....  Stacy's eyelids collapsed, sending her into a deep, perfectly
relaxing sleep.  Unlike all of her other times drifting away in the world of
the sleeping, Stacy now found herself in a new state of reality, one that
she had never experienced before in her brief life; she was having her first
dream.
	She didn't even notice that she was now a beautiful, sexually perfect woman
in her dream; her fur had all but moved onto her head only, a long, vibrant
patch of reflective black, her snout had imploded on itself, leaving full,
pouting lips, a nose that would be considered divine to any plastic surgeon,
and cheeks that molasses would slip right off.  Her eyes stayed the vibrant
green she had always known them to be, her skin was trim and muscular like
that one would expect of a cat who had grown to 6 ft. in height, and her
paws were now two long-fingered, delicate hands.  The six nipples on her
belly she had grown up with had reduced to two and now rested on two
perfectly shaped 36 DD mounds on her chest.  Her tail was gone, and her legs
were now long and muscular, almost like those of a professional soccer
player.  But she didn't care about how she looked in this dream of hers.
She only cared about what was right in front of her.  Reclined in a large,
red satin-sheeted bed, floating in the dark void of the unconscious, was her
mistress, Gwen.
	Stacy lied down beside Gwen, who gazed at Stacy's perfect, naked body.
Stacy could almost smell the pheromones wafting off of Gwen's delicious
curves.  The two women gazed into each others' eyes for what seemed like an
eternity, then embraced each other with every available limb.  Stacy rolled
all over the bed with her imaginary lover, kissing her deeply and moaning
softly into her warm lips.  God, this is what I've been waiting for Stacy
thought to herself.  She didn't even know what was happening.  Their hearts
pumping in unison faster and faster, their lips exploring every inch of
their bare flesh, and their pussies growing ever hungrier for each other.
Finally, Stacy's warm, wet clit found Gwen's, and they bucked against each
other, never wanting them to be separated ever again.  Stacy held onto
Gwen's long legs with every fiber of her being as she grinded her pussy into
her's, suckling her heartily as if she were her own mother, moaning against
her flesh.  Finally, both women came, erupting with every drop they ever had
and bucking wildly against each other.  They collapsed in each other's arms,
sweating and panting with lust, ready to sleep with each other forever.  And
as they fell into the realm of sleep that can only be achieved by finishing
the best sex one could ever hope to have in her life, Stacy woke up.

	Wow, what a dream she thought, stretching and rolling off of the couch.  As
she stood up on the floor, she noticed that her eye level was much higher
than it should have been.  Now, for whatever reason, she could plainly see
over the coffee table which sat in front of the couch, which until now she
was only able to see the bottom of.  She looked down at her paws to see if
she might have been standing on something.  To her ghastly surprise, she
found her paws had gone missing and were now replaced by two long-fingered,
delicate hands.  She sat up and looked at the hands.
	Where the hell did these come from???
	She followed the hands up her arms, which were now as hairless as her
former paws were.  As she looked down at herself, she nearly jumped out of
her tanned, hairless skin as she saw two 34 DD, perfectly shaped breasts
staring back up at her.  She cautiously lowered her left hand on one of
them, and was surprised as to how titillatingly sensitive it was.  She
closed her eyes, and continued to fondle herself, overwhelmed by the new
sensations of her massaged breasts shooting up into her mind.  She felt
herself getting wet, and looked between her hind legs to see what other new
surprises she had in store.  Her moist, bare pussy was now flanked by two
long, muscular legs, almost like those of a professional soccer player.  Her
eyes shot open as she tried to grasp what was happening.  She finally got up
and skittered to a mirror hanging in the hallway, and instinctively (even
though the had never done so in her entire life) stood up on her hind legs.
Staring back at her was not the small, black house cat she believed herself
to be, but a raven-haired, green-eyed woman; the most beautiful, sexually
perfect woman ever to be imagined my the human mind.

	Had Stacy any concept of time, she would have realized that she was staring
at her new reflection for twenty minutes straight, studying herself from her
new hair that dropped down past her scapulas to her virgin, unused soles.
The only things from her past life she recognized were her dark features,
vibrant green eyes and vinyl collar, still wrapped around her long, slender
neck.  Oh my god, she realized, it's happened....  It's finally happened....
  She held her hands over her smiling mouth, and shed a few tears out of her
excitement; she even noticed her nipples stiffen, she was so happy.
	"I am woman!" she cried out, throwing her fists into the air. "Hear
me....!"  She suddenly clasped her hands over her mouth, unaware of how to
react to her first words.  She cautiously lowered her hands and placed them
to her sides.  "......Okay....." she said after a short while.  "This is
interesting...  It's not just a body...  It's a whole new mind now... which
means I can finally talk to her!"  She ran over to the telephone, which she
had seen in use by Gwen several times.
	"Okay, let's see, how does this work?...."  She pressed one of the many
speed-dial buttons on the phone, and to her convenience, it was labeled
"office".  Stacy held up the phone, earpiece to mouth and microphone to ear,
and waited for someone to answer.  She bit her lip in excitement as she
heard someone pick up the phone.

	Meanwhile in Gwen's office cubicle, she was updating the company website,
when her phone rang.  Looking down at the Caller I.D. window, she cocked her
head in surprise as she saw that the message was coming from "home".  She
cautiously picked up the phone.
	"Hello, Gwen Thompson speaking?..."
	Stacy's eyes suddenly widened with panic as Gwen picked up the phone.  Oh
my God, what am I going to say???  "Oh, hi Gwen.  It's me, Stacy.  Hey, you
won't believe this, but I'm a human woman now just like you.  What are the
odds of that, huh???"  She quickly slammed the phone back onto the cradle,
still upside-down.  She panted heavily, frightened out of her wits.
	Gwen hung up after the signal went dead, curiously.  She had no idea what
had just happened, but she did know one thing for sure; someone was in her
house, using her phone, and doing God knows what else.  She dashed out of
her cubicle and out the front door, not even bothering to punch out.  A few
yards of running through the company parking lot and engine revs later, Gwen
was on her way home to investigate.

	Stacy, unaware that she had caused any sort of panic in her mistress,
explored her darkened bedroom.  She grinned as she suddenly realized
something; now that she had fingers, she could now operate her TV and VCR,
which more often than not was found with nothing but lesbian porn videos on
whenever Gwen wanted to crash after a long day of work.  Stacy had often
wanted to cuddle up with Gwen whenever she was watching the onscreen women
fuck each other like animals, but she always pushed her little kitty away
when she jumped on top of her.  "That's never going to happen again," Stacy
said to herself, smiling.  She decided to enjoy her new human abilities, and
pressed the PLAY button on the VRC.  The video inside had a movie on
Pay-Per-View called "Coming Clean", which as you might imagine, featured at
least two women in a bath/shower/jacuzzi in every scene.  Stacy felt her
blood immediately rushing between her legs as she saw a tall blonde and
redhead stepping into a shower stall.
	"Thanks for always being such a good friend to me, Kelly," said the
redhead, who had less acting skills than a pencil eraser.
	"How could I leave you in your time of need, especially after Brandon left
you?" Kelly replied, just as unbelievably.
	"Ah, who needs him?"
	With the kind of speed and precision that can only happen in the world of
porno movies, both women were all over each other, making love and
shampooing each other at the same time.  Stacy purred as she watched (and
appreciated) her first girl-on-girl action video.  She studied every move
they made on each other, gently caressing each other, licking and sucking
each other's perfectly engineered breasts, and only near the end going down
on each other's clits (you would think that men would take heed of such
educational videos instead of just stampeding for the pussy while doing his
girl).  She hadn't realized it, but Stacy had her long, slender fingers
already deeply inside her own pussy, pleasing herself immensely as she
watched the movie.  The video jumped to the next scene, not following any
continuity with the previous scene, and Stacy brought her hands up after
noticing what she was doing.
	"No, stop it, girl!  Save it for Gwen when she comes home."  She noticed
that her fingers were sticky with... something... a wet, slippery substance
covering her fingers she pulled out of her pussy.  She nervously took a
little lick at her drenched fingers, and then hungrily licked them clean.
"Wow," she said to herself, satisfied.  "So that's what a woman really
tastes like."

	Unfortunately for Gwen, even leaving work early was not enough to spare her
the drudgeries of 5:00 traffic coming home after a long day's work.  It was
a paradox, with apparently no reason as to why traffic would slow down to a
crawl when she would come home.  It almost appeared as if everyone in the
road had forgotten that the concept of going home was to drive forward, not
stay in a stationary position.  She leaned out of her window, and, once
again, saw nothing on the road that would cause such horrible gridlock.  As
horrible as she knew it was, everyday she was hoping that there would be a
horrendous accident somewhere up ahead, brains and guts and vital organs
splattered everywhere.  At least that way she would have less of a reason to
be pissed off at the god-awful traffic.
	An hour later, which should have only been a twenty minute drive, she
parked as her apartment complex and dashed to her second-story apartment.
She stopped at the front door and looked all over the outside, which
apparently hadn't a mark on it.  Whoever is inside the house obviously
didn't break in through the front Gwen thought.  She slowly inserted her key
into the lock and stepped into the small apartment.  Instead of seeing the
living room thrashed beyond believe and several valuables being absent from
the scene, she saw a thin trail of kitty kibble running from the foyer into
the small hallway.  She slowly followed the trail, unsure of what to expect.
	"Stacy?...." Gwen called out into the hall.
	"Maow....." called Stacy from Gwen's room.
	Gwen sighed in relief as she came to the conclusion that nothing happened
except her kitty was bing a little naughty today.  She followed the cat food
trail, which led into her bedroom.  "Stacy, you should know better than to
tear into the cat food like this, sweetie.  If I didn't love you so much I'd
give you a spanking on your little cat bottom."  Gwen stepped into her room,
and stopped dead in her tracks at the sight she beheld in her room.  Her TV
was on, playing videos of random women doing the nastiest they could give.
The volume was turned all the way down, and the hypnotic voice of Laura
Turner singing her hit song "Soul Deep" filled the air from Gwen's stereo.
The TV cast a soft, glowing light into the room, and Gwen's eyes were drawn
immediately to the bed.  She immediately melted a bit, though still a bit
frightened and confused, at the tall, voluptuous woman reclining in her bed,
staring seductively, directly into her eyes.
	"Who are you?  And why are you in my underwear?"
	Stacy had pawed her way through Gwen's undies drawer, looking for something
to make her maiden voyage into her lesbian womanhood as magical and
memorable as possible.  She was now wearing a light violet, lacy bra and
pantie combo, that clashed perfectly with her toned skin.  The bra was
smaller than Stacy's bust, and pushed her breasts closely together and
nearly spilling out of the cups.  By way of answer to Gwen's question, Stacy
jingled the little bell that hang from her collar.  Gwen raised an eyebrow
curiously, not having picked up Stacy's little gesture.  She crawled off the
bed, eyes still fixed on Gwen's, and took long strides on all fours towards
Gwen.  Gwen recognized that black hair, that vinyl collar, and those
supernatural green eyes that were staring into hers.  "Oh my god......" she
gasped as she realized who was crawling towards her.  "You're....."  Stacy
had come all the way up to Gwen, and started scratching her leg like she had
this morning.
	"You're...."
	Stacy stood up, now eye to eye with Gwen.
	"You're...."
	"Yes... I'm Stacy..." she breathed lustily.
	"B-but how?  I mean this..."
	Stacy put her finger to her mistress' lips, hushing her questions.
"Shhhhhh...." she whispered, lowering her finger.  "This is was is meant to
be."  She closed her eyes and kissed her mistress deeply, letting her lips
and tongue explore her.  Gwen tried to object, still astonished by her new
Stacy, but melted as Stacy's lips met her own.  "Mmmmmm......"  The two
women moaned softly as they kissed, embracing each other tightly.  Stacy
broke the kiss and gazed directly into Gwen's eyes and into her very soul.
"I've waited my whole life for this," she breathed.  Stacy took hold of one
of Gwen's hands and led her to the neatly made bed.  She laid her slowly
onto her back, taking control of everything.  "Ohhh.... Stacy..." Gwen
moaned, as Stacy leaned over her.  "I don't know if I should..."
	"Nothing turns a household pet into a human if it is not for a reason..."
Stacy replied, gently placing a hand over Gwen's firming breasts.  She
fondled her freely, playing with them and pinching the nipples through her
shirt.  Gwen closed her eyes, enjoying her new lover's talented hands and
already moaning with passion.  She reached back and held on to the head post
of the bed.  Stacy smiled wickedly as she pulled Gwen's shirt off and
unclipped her bra from the front with her teeth.  Her heaving chest sprang
free from the confines of the garment, and Stacy slowly lowered her lips to
the perky nipples, sucking and licking ever-so gently.  "Mmmmm......
mmmmm......"  Stacy moaned and purred against Gwen's warm flesh, loving
every inch of her.  She took turns suckling from each breast, and firmly
massaged whichever wasn't under her mouth's attention, squeezing and
pinching its respective nipple.  "Stacy....." Gwen panted, looking down at
her.  Stacy looked up, not leaving her sucking.  "Sit up, Stacy.  I want to
see you....  All of you..."
	Stacy obediently sat up next to Gwen's writhing hips, and ran her hands
over her own breasts, having an inkling that Gwen would find such an action
arousing.  Gwen's breathing became heavier as Stacy ran her fingers to the
clip of her bra and released her perfectly beautiful tits, aching to be
touched.  Gwen ran a hand up Stacy's thigh, and Stacy took it in her own
hand to help find its way to her chest.  Stacy purred as Gwen's fingertips
lightly brushed over her nipples, just as they had done so many times
before.  As Gwen fondled her, Stacy's free hand was working Gwen's jeans
open, slowly prying the button loose and sliding the zipper down the length
of her pussy.
	Gwen sat up and squirmed her way out of the tight pants, and tossed them
across the room.  Stacy giggled, and sat strattling one of Gwen's long
thighs.  She wrapper her arms around her neck, again staring into her
beautiful, piercing eyes.  "Gwen...." Stacy breathed.
	"Stacy?..."
	"I love you....."  Stacy's lips pressed deeply against Gwen's again, more
intensely than before, moaning deeply down each other's throats.  Their
tongues had met in a seeming frenzy of mutual licking.  Gwen lowered her
hands down to Stacy's panties, and tugged at the seams.  She didn't care
that she had paid a pretty penny for them at the local Victoria's Secret,
and ripped them clean off of Stacy's hips.  Stacy shrieked in both pleasure
and surprise as her lover made her now fully exposed for her.  She slide
closer down Gwen's thigh until her pussy was right on top of Gwen's, just
like in her dream earlier.  The two women, sweating with lust, started
driving their pussies together, making love they way the both of them had
always dreamed of.  Gwen jumped up against Stacy's open legs, and Stacy
bucked and gyrated back against hers.  They both felt their now erect clits
bumping against each other.
	"Ohhhhhhh....... Stacy!...." Gwen moaned, feeling herself nearing The Edge.
	"Gwen.... my mistress..... yesssss......"
	"Cum for me, kitty cat...  Cum for me.... OHHHHH!......"
	"Oh, fuck, yes!  Yes yes, my Gwen... YES!!!...."  The both of them screamed
out with passion, as did their pussies, slamming against each other, and
finally erupted until they were both bumping into small pools of their own
juices.  They eventually slowed their grinding to a crawl, and Gwen laid
back with her lover tightly in her arms.  "Ohhhhhh...... my god...." Gwen
panted, exhausted from the best fuck she had ever had in her life.  "I have
never made love until now..."
	"Mmmmm...... neither have I, my mistress..." Stacy purred.  She nuzzled
against Gwen's heaving tits, drenched with sweat and sex.  The two of them
slowed their breathing, and eventually fell into the kind of sleep that can
only be achieved by finishing the best sex they could ever hope to have in
their lives (for now, anyway).  Stacy didn't dream at all that night as she
slept with her mistress.  She didn't need to.  Her dreams had at long last
come true.


The End