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THE ADVENTURES OF TEEN PUSSY
Felicity Emily Lyons is the teenage daughter of the renowned
archeologist husband and wife team of Loyd and Linda Lyons.
On her recent birthday her parents presented her with a black
basalt stone cat statue. The statue was of a stylized
representation of a seated cat, sleek, slender, highly
polished, measuring fifteen inches in height and four and a
half inches in width. On a hot and sultry night over a month
ago the young teen girl, unable to sleep and feeling
'anxious', used the statue as a makeshift dildo to pleasure
herself. Hours latter; sated and satisfied she fell into a
deep refreshing sleep where she dreampt that she transformed
into a cat-girl and raced in ecstatic euphoria about the city
rooftops. When she awoke the next day she realized it had not
been a dream....
The young super heroine, newly known to a growing few of the
more notorious Delta City night life as Teen Pussy; looked up
over her shoulder and hissed in defiance even as her large
eyes widened with alarm.
"I'm really in the litter box this time," the perky teen
whispered to herself. In a louder voice she growled, "Well,
now that I got your attention. Why don't you put your paws up
and surrender meow-now. Before things get even uglier than
you already are." She finished the last sentence in a low
menacing threatening tone but the large group of men around
her only laughed.
Teen Pussy looked up at the full gibbon moon, dazzling pure
white, in the Delta City night sky. She watched it slowly
disappear behind thick lost storm clouds left over from
yesterday and with its passing felt the pressure on her mind
lessen and her reason return.
Every since that first night when she had spent several hours
dildoing herself into pleasant exhaustion with the cat statue
and had transformed into a cat-girl the moon and its phases
had become enticingly important in her young life.
She could transform into her super powered cat-girl form at
will. But during the daytime her powers were almost
nonexistent and staying transformed was an exhausting
struggle to maintain. At night she could transform easily and
keep herself in her cat-girl body with little physical effort
or mental will. But the moon and its phases held a power over
her that she had quickly learned to respect and slightly
fear.
At the new moon her powers were weakest only transforming
during the day time were her powers any weaker.
At the full moon her powers were at their height. But at the
full moon she transformed automatically whither she wanted to
or not and she often lost control over her reasoning during
the full moon transformation. A loss of control where she
would leap into the fray unheeding of the threat or danger.
This mindless state often got her into rather perilous
predicaments. Such as now...
Teen Pussy looked down from the full moon towering over head
and back at the situation at hand which her loss of mental
control had plunged her into; she was lying face down upon
the wet (icky!) tarmac of some dark side lot.
She could hear the wail of fog horns as there was a fog
clinging to the warehouses around her and osmosing through
the chain-link fence topped with razor wire that enclosed her
and the group of men on three sides. She was down near the
docks. In some unlighted small outdoor storage lot behind one
of the huge warehouses. There were irregular piles of metal
cargo crates, some under tarps that flapped in a wind that
could not be felt in the hollow of the small eddy the rusted
iron crates and tin sheeted warehouse created around the ring
of men with her in their center.
The uneven tarmac was gritty with gravel and where the fence
could be dimly seen between mountains of empty shipping
containers a wall of high weeds could be seen ghostly through
the ground fog.
She could hear the honking of horns and the purr of car
motors of the night overpass that ran not far away behind her
head. She could hear the chug of low muttering ship and tug
engines working even at night at the wharfs in the blind dark
past her ankles. She could hear the sudden sound of a dozen
zippers being pulled down. She could- WHAT?!
"Wha-What do you think you are doing?! Meow!" Teen Pussy
glanced nervously around her at the dark shapes that hemmed
her in; she could just make out the glint of pre-cum cock
heads throbbing in the night shadow.
Felicity had always been a horny girl and she had mercilessly
banged her young pussy with just about anything she could get
her hands on; every one of her hair brush handles, just about
every phallic shaped vegetable or fruit she could find late
at night in the kitchen, and ice cream scoop, hell even her
bed posts had fiendishly been enslaved and employed to feed
her feverish lusts from a very early age. But! She had never
had actual sex before. She had never, no not even once, made
it with a guy!
And now there were a dozen guys with increasingly hardening
erections gathered around her about to do just that! But her
mind would not, could not, somehow take that in; "Hey now!
Fun is fun, but let's not get our tails in a knot. Meowskies!
That one has a HUGE dicky!"
Teen Pussy had expected a beating. She could not remember
much before her face plant on the tarmac. Her loss of mental
control had once had her clinging to the top of a suspension
bridge in utter fear when her mind had cleared and it had
been several knee shaking hours for her to inch her way back
down to the busy night traffic below despite her enhanced
agility and speed and strength. She had not minded heights
but that had been WAY too high!
Now that she thought of it, her loss of control always seemed
to revert back to HER control when it had gotten her firmly
entrenched in some terrible dilemma!
Her mind raced to remember just how she had ended up face
down in a ring of pulsing peckers, and like a drunken school
girl ass up panties down at her first kegger, images slowly
welled up and receded in a red mist of drunken confusion.
She dimly remembered gleefully prancing about on top of
archaic telephone poles and racing along their sloping
obsolete lines... and then something had caught her
attention... men. Men loading crates into a van... and a
guard face down and bleeding on the ground.
Had she attacked them?
Teen Pussy tore her eyes off the ring of ominous penises
pulsating around her (not an easy thing when you are a young
girl and have never seen a penis before?!) and gave the men a
quick once over; torn clothes, claw marks on the faces of
some, swollen eyes, some bleeding noses, yep, that was her
handy work. Her retractable claws could slice through metal,
er, pop cans at least, and her paws could punch holes in, er,
well she was sure they could do some real damage.
The question was how did just twelve low life scoundrels
manage to defeat Teen Pussy?! Then her large eyes fell upon
the tazers hanging at almost every grimy denim hip.
"They zapped me!" Teen Pussy thought to herself and squirmed
against her bonds. Oh yeah, she was bound. Her paws were tied
up behind her back and her ankles were taped to some kind of
handle to a mop or broom? That had confused her before; that
her feet had been duct tapped spread wide to... ugh! Nope.
Not a wooden handle, she could have snapped that by twisting
her legs. Must be some kind of metal pipe. And that duct tape
was surprisingly strong. Even the rope seemed to be holding
firm against her best efforts to snap it.
Okay. She had super powers. But like, compared to what no
powers she had when she was just a regular teen girl is what
made them seem so super to her. So maybe not SO super but
stronger and faster and well, maybe she was built more for
speed and agility. She was mad skills for stealth and quick
take downs. Not so good at a toe to toe punch up. Note to
self; 'next time there is a full moon. Lock myself in my
room.' After all it was the full moon where she could not
control her transformation or her mind so much.
"Like a werewolf. Only cuter. A werekitty," she thought to
herself. Her mind was racing but going nowhere. It popped
back into focus when one of the penises dangled down in front
of her ever widening eyes and smacked her hard on her pert
nose!
"Meow!" She howled. "Eh, manners boys," she nervously
chuckled. Hands were grabbling at her limbs now. Rough hands
and she felt penises slapping awkwardly against her soft
young body as she was yanked off the ground. "Ohhhhh, this is
going to be so much worse than the bridge."
Teen Pussy was a cat-girl. That is, ever since she had
doinked her self with the ancient cat statue that her mom and
dad and given her she had been able to transform into a cat
girl combination. Her hands and feet turned into paws with
retractable claws. Her ears turned into large cat ears. Her
eyes grew much larger into cat eyes. Her nose shortened but
remained a human nose. Her teeth turned into fangs but her
mouth remained roughly the same. Her young milky pert breasts
simply became frightfully enormous and her slim body's small
behind swelled up into a full round backside.
Her hair on her head and pubic region become much longer and
thicker but she thankfully did not grow fur all over her pale
slender body. When she controlled her transformation she
would put on her self-made super heroine costume.
The costume consisted of a bustier (stolen out of her
mother's closest. Her mother was a skinny dishy double GG-cup
and it was the only thing in the house that would come close
to harnessing her transformed double JJ-cups!) Her large
puffy areolas always seemed to slip out of the bustier's demi
cups but it was better than her first attempt at an over
strained stolen bra from her mother which had gone 'thang!'
lost out into the night at the first serious jiggle she had
put it through. She didn't dare steal another!
The bottoms were her most stretchy bikini bottom swim suit.
It was a full bottom however with her rounder fuller buttocks
it looked like a thong on her. The bustier was black and the
bottoms were a dark deep purple. She had also found one of
her older school dress code skirts.
The pleated black skirt normally would have hit her mid-thigh
but her transformed self was a bit longer in the limbs as she
was over-all and with the bubble butt the hem barely reached
her crotch. Still it was better than just wearing the swim
bottoms and she didn't dare cut a hole in one of her new
school skirts, her mom would have killed her!
The hole was vital in both the swim bottoms and skirt band
because her transformed self had a tail!
She liked the tail and ears and her sexy big cat eyes. But
the tail had a mind of its own. It never stopped swishing. If
she did not cut holes in her bottoms then it was only a few
minutes and it would push her bottoms off!
Pulling the hem of the skirt just under the tail left most of
her ass cheeks exposed and sort of defeated the whole point
of the skirt and swim bottoms. So yeah, hole time. This way
pulling the tail through the hole at least kept her bottom
and skirt on as she capered about the city.
Of course cutting a hole in the waist band of her black
school uniform skirt meant that the always moving tail kept
her hem line jerking around flashing her crotch!
On her right wrist she would wear a communication watch. It
was voice activated and wi-fi compatible and she could use it
to contact the police when she was done kicking sorry
gangster butt!
With extra large cat glowing cat eyes and her nose shrunken a
bit and her mouth wider and fuller lips and fangs for teeth
and two large cat ears; a mask was kind of pointless. It was
hard for even her to recognize her non-transformed self from
her transformed self.
She didn't wear gloves or boots; she had paws. At least her
legs/feet didn't do that werewolf dog leg thing. She had
normal legs, long and sexy, and her feet just were paws now.
In fact, she looked like some sexed up slutty cosplay girl
wearing fake cat ears and with some gloves and slippers that
looked like furry paws on. Of course the extra large eyes and
ever twitching moving tail gave the cosplay notion a general
disregard once people stopped staring at her huge tits.
And they were huge! Gigantic and round they jutted off her
thin lithe body like her butt in cantilevered ever jiggling
firm mounds of jelly. She was normally a foot shorter and had
a slender ass and her own bra size was only an A-cup padded
out wonder bra into a full B-cup. Transformed she had
freaking JUGS! She expected people to stare at them and they
did!
Luckily her super powered body must have come with a super
powered back because lugging around those titanic tits on her
normal body would have crippled her. Her transformed body
could not only run with them but could leap and twist and
perform the most amazing acrobatics with her massive melons.
True they did jolt her jaw a lot and she couldn't see any of
her lower body past her jutting pendulous chest or her pert
ass but she had to admit it was fun to be both sexy and
dangerous.
Of course, sexy and dangerous meant her racing about the dark
shadowy city streets and thumping a beat down on some perv or
thug; it most certainly did not entail being unceremoniously
dumbed face fist over a rusty oil drum freshly slammed on its
side in some deserted lot.
She liked her costume. Sure it was piecemeal and did not
consist of much. She was in school and did not have a job and
her parents did not see much reason in giving her an
allowance as they were saving up money for both her college
tuition and a sum into a trust fund on her behalf.
But she really loved her costume. She was really loving it
very much right now. Whereever it was. It was probably at
home in her gym bag under her bed. Yep. Loving it. Of course
had she been wearing it she would have loved it even more.
That was the trouble with the full moon. The transformation
was automatic. She had homework and she had no intention of
failing ancient civilizations, again. And getting that look
from her mom and the shaking head sighs at the breakfast
table from her father.
She had no intention of going out. Damn the moon and its
powers over her! Of course you can't transform while wearing
clothes. You have to strip naked. Anyone can tell you that
from watching horror movies. The guy bays at the moon and
then rips off his clothes. Of course the ding-dong is hidden
in fur and shadow. They never show the guy's tackle but the
girl is nice and naked in the shower of course. Horror movies
are wall to wall tits... funny that.
She had known the transformation would just happen. It always
did during the full moon. But she had always, after the first
time, transformed out in the old tool shed in the back garden
and then changed into her costume from her gym bag and snuck
over the back wall and into the alleyway and city beyond.
Back before dawn and transforming again and slipping into her
sweat pants and sweat shirt with a yawn and a few hours sleep
before school.
But if I am in a public place... that had been the idea.
Surely the transformation wouldn't happen if she was studying
for her finals at the downtown branch library? Surely not?
After all the super powers thingy wouldn't want her to get
caught or in trouble... would it?
She dimly remembered hurriedly stripping bare-ass naked
amongst the book racks, right between the Egyptian and
Mesopotamian sections. Her parents had written several of
those books.
A young boy had stumbled upon her as she stood there
shivering and naked. She had knocked him upon his back in an
instant and covered his face with her crotch just as she
transformed. She came. She always came when she transformed
into a cat-girl or back into a teen-girl. She came hard.
Squirting on his muffled face. His squirming and her first
time with a boys face between her quivering thighs had no
doubt upped the orgasm anty.
She had managed to grab her shed garments and stuff them in a
fake fern planter before slipping past several startled
patrons and out a window.
She would have to slink back there tomorrow with book bag in
tow and gather up her things as discreetly as possible. No
telling if the boy would be there or would recognize her? But
she was sure he had not seen her transformed state as she had
glazed his eyes shut with her ejaculation.
She had sort of recognized him. A few grades behind her. She
doubted he would have the stones to tell anyone about her
streaking in the library or face-raping him or even meet her
eye to eye in the hallways.
Again her mind had wandered. Racing away. In pointless
irrelevant details. And once again she was rudely brought
back to the here and now by the rub of a penis on her naked
twitching pussy lips?!
They had her, stark naked without her costume, on her belly,
on a barrel, hands tied behind her back, her ankles fastened
to some bar so her legs were stretched apart... It was the
bar that was giving them trouble. The bar was somehow getting
in the way. Making it awkward for them to rape her. That and
a dozen men all wanting to be first in the hole!
She had lost all control of her mind once her paws had hit
the pavement outside the library. Wild and free and naked as
a jaybird she had rushed about the city in heart racing
splendor of heat fevered passion. A chain-saw buzzing in her
head.
She thought maybe she had stopped a rape... odd to think of
that.
That she had saved some young woman who had been taking a
short cut home loaded down with groceries having missed her
bus and Teen Pussy had trounced the man with the knife who
had yanked her into the alleyway.
Funny, she had stopped someone else's rape tonight but could
do nothing to prevent her own.
Again she felt the firm yet warm and soft cock head slide
across her needy pussy lips. She was wet. Very wet. She
wanted this. Her throat was tight and she was very afraid and
yet part of her wanted this.
But not like this. Not twelve guys as her first time. And not
in some grungy dank parking lot draped over a rusted oil
drum. No. Not going to happen. Didn't even buy me diner.
Teen Pussy laughed. And something about that laugh made the
shoving and pushing grumbling men freeze. After all she
wasn't quiet human and the way the light reflected in those
large cat eyes in the semi-dark like that put ice into
everyone of those suddenly stopped hearts.
"Sorry. Just thought what it must have been like to have a
naked teen cat-girl jump you and start kicking your ass.
Sigh. Anyway boys. It's been a purrrrfect evening. I mean I
had fun. But your fun is about to end. You see. You are good
and close to me. All cuddled up so cozy and that was a
serious mistake on your part. Because this kitten has claws
and those dicks you got throbbing away there look like
scratching posts to me; if you get my meaning. MEOW-ROWAR!"
Teen Pussy popped her claws and even on her belly face down
in the dark with her hands tied she could not help missing
several nearby penises which she sliced and shredded into
sliced salami.
"Let go of my tail, perv!" She yanked up her lower legs. The
bar hitting the man trying to enter her in the small of his
back. He had been painfully holding her wiggling ass up in
the air by her tail. He fell face first on her back and thus
his dick and belly landed on her now razor paws. She sliced
and diced as she squirmed.
Men fell back screaming in pain holding what had once been
their pride and joy and manhood but now was little more than
strips of limp bacon. They would be squatting to pee for the
rest of their lives. That is if they made it to an emergency
room to continue those worthless lives in time to save them.
Those not collapsing in agony were reaching for their tazers
or backing up trying not to trip over the jerking falling
backwards men who had their hands clenched over their
shredded meat.
The tazers missed her and hit the man on her back who was
screaming and thrashing around; pinned in place by the bar at
her ankles and now at his buttocks and upper thighs. She was
slicing up his balls now. It felt like she had her paws full
of wet warm putty.
"Like your grapes pealed, hot stuff?" She rolled off the
barrel pinning the guy under her. Grappling his balls in her
dice-o-matic paws and his frantic jerking of his hands to
cover his junk had caused the ropes at her wrists to drag
down and lose slick with blood.
She yanked up to a sitting position and rolled forward
pulling her legs and the bar free from the screaming man's
legs. One of his ankles crunched and broke or maybe it was a
leg bone? But she rolled up free and clear and into a sitting
position. Her feet claws made short work of the ropes on her
wrist even as her own hand paws claws made short work of the
tape holding her ankles to the pole.
She stood up swirling the pole around one of her paws like a
marjorette in a half-time band. She smiled at the men who
were rushing toward her and pulled up short at that demonic
fanged smile.
The men moved uncertain. Half of them were on the ground
clutching their crotches and whimpering cussing cursing and
howling like poisoned curs. The other half seemed confused
and reluctant. Perhaps they were remembering the ass beating
she had given them before one of them had surprised tazered
her and the others had joined in? There wouldn't be any
surprises this time.
"You pet my kitty. But I didn't like it. Rubbed me all the
wrong way." The six men moved silently around her into a semi
circle in the shadows. Their tazers sparking in the dark.
"Let me pet you boys back. It's only fair."
With her limbs free she was a blur of speed and grace and
agility. Did they even see her in the night shadows of that
small lot? Her, moments before, helpless teen lusted after
naked body, now a fury of crimson claws and punching paws.
Sweep kicks and that bar, oh yes, THAT bar, cracked more than
a few skulls. Not that she needed it in a head up fight where
her cat eyes night vision gave her the advantage in all that
inky shadow, but hey, it was poetic justice to use her rape
bar as a tool of vengeance.
It was a full moon. She was utterly naked. She had been just
seconds away from having every conceivable office of her
young body penetrated by twelve violent cocks, she might have
gone a little overboard.
No one but her was left standing. Even the castrated men on
the ground had lost enough blood that they lay inherit. Just
a few lonely muffled moans leaked about amongst the rain
puddles from yesterdays storm. Their surfaces in the
moonlight oily in monochrome rainbows; mirrors reflecting
only shadows and light in greasy slabs.
Teen Pussy left the small storage lot dropping her heavy now
bent bar on one of the prone shadowy figures. It made a
muffled clunk and a moan rose up from it. If she had been in
costume she could have used her communications bracelet/watch
to call the police or an ambulance. As was she would try and
remember to stop a passing patrol car once she was back in
the city proper... er, well considering she was naked, no.
Maybe she could shout something over at one of the teamsters
unloading a cargo ship? Yeah, that might work. A, 'hey,
fella. I sort of stopped some bad guys and left them stomped
in one of your back storage yards.' Sort of thing.
That was if she could keep control? The full moon was behind
some heavy cloud cover for the moment. If it had not slipped
behind those left over storm clouds she might have been well
on her way to mommy-hood about now! The cat inside her had
wanted that sex?! Needed it bad. Something about being
defeated in combat had triggered its sexual submissive
desires.
She needed to figure this out. Get a handle on her
transformation. She had powers. She lived in Delta City.
Crime and super heroine capital of the world. Of course she
would be a super heroine. That only followed. But...
The naked Teen Pussy sauntered into the warehouse; it's
garage door leading into the storage yard still open as the
men over her shoulder must have left it. It took her a while
to navigate the maze of shelves and pallets of freight.
She paused and picked up a piece of twine from off of a crate
that was open and full of paper and twine packages. "Maybe if
I wrap this twine around my waist I can tell people I am
wearing a mink bikini bottom?" She dropped the twine and
sighed. "I am glad this extra hair down there goes away with
the transformation back into a teen girl. Otherwise, I would
be going though a package of razor blades every
transformation?! It's quiet the bush!"
There was a wall mounted phone near one of the front doors
but it only worked as an overhead pager or to call other
phones in the warehouse. The door was open as well. A van sat
immediately outside in the dark under a busted security
light. The guard was still breathing but unconscious.
She used the guards cell to call the police.
She put the cell back and placed the guard in a more
comfortable position. She noticed that her proximity was
giving the sleeping man a boner. "It must be some kind of
pheromones I give off as Teen Pussy. Seems every man I meet
pops wood?! Even in their sleep?! Maybe that's why those
goons didn't kill me outright? And instead tried to gang-bang
me?"
Then the moon came out from behind the clouds again and she
started to lose herself in a rush of red mist. Her young
heart raced and thrilled in her pounding breast and being too
tired to struggle against the moon's pull she gave herself
over to the rushing king's tide and raced off into the night.
Purring, tingling, mad with a lust for life.
Meanwhile, in his bed room half-hidden under the covers of
his bed, a not as young as he looks boy, played his
flashlight over the clothes he had taken out of the fake fern
pot at the public library earlier that night. He sniffed the
panties and then tied them around his stiff cock and balls as
he sniffed the padded wonder bra as he jerked the panties
roughly up and down his throbbing member. "Ohhhhh, Felicity.
You dirty horny slut cunt! Rub your dirty pussy on my face!"
He soon exploded all over the panties and bit down hard on
the foam cup of the bra; tasting the tart mix of her sweat
and the perfume she wore. "Or should I say Teen Pussy? Soon
both you naughty kittens will be mine!"
He threw the covers back breathing heavily and glanced around
his room at the anime cat-girl statues and cat-girl posters
that plastered the walls as well as the few printed off
voyeur cell snaps of Felicity and sighed. "First, I must get
a nice place ready for you. It will mean stripping my part
time job savings account bare but the sale of your super
heroine milk will make me a millionaire. And a plan. I need a
plan." He looked over at the pamphlet of the recent
announcement of the Lyons coming soon new exhibit at the
museum of history on his bed side night stand. "Ahhhhh, and
now I have one. Who would have thought my secret crush was
also a secret cat-girl. I mean, it's SO perfect! We were
meant to be together. And very soon my little kitty we will
be. Forever."
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