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