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WARNING! This chapter is all about sex, sex between a man and a really big cat. There is also a section on what it feels like to hunt as a cat that is somewhat bloody. If you feel you don't want to see these scenes you can skip this chapter. There is only minor plot development at the end.
Hunter's Moon
Chapter 22
Kittycest
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The Owl and the Pussy-Cat by Edward Lear
The Owl and the Pussy Cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
"O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!"
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Pussy said to the Owl, "You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! Too long we have tarried,
But what shall we do for a ring?"
They sailed away for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose.
His nose,
His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.
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"Dear pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?" Said the Piggy, 'I will.'
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon.
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.
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Published in 1871 as part of Lear's book Nonsense Songs, Stories, Botany, and Alphabets
Sam woke up human. He didn't like it because that also meant that he woke up cold. He was naked, only to be expected when you went to sleep as a giant cat supplied with a lovely fur coat to keep out the night air. Sometime during the night that fur coat got up and went. He really didn't like that he had no idea when it happened. It made the whole process seem outside his control
If you are trying to integrate the two sides of a warring soul, control was everything. With no clothes, no breakfast and no way of getting either, Sam went and sat on top of a small hill with his knees drawn up to his chest. He was shivering and tired and hungry and there was something itchy on his face. Reaching up to rub at his chin he found when he drew his hand back that the itchy stuff appeared to be dried blood..
"Alright, cat!" he shouted. "Get back here and clean up your mess." Slowly Maahees crawled out of the back of Sam's mind, growling. Evidently he was not in a good mood either. Just as slowly, Sam transformed. Muscles elongated and flexed. Bones stretched and popped into new places; more comfortable places and, most importantly, the soft, warm russet colored fur grew everywhere. He petted himself between his legs and thought of his brother.
Now everything was better except for an empty stomach. Sam cast a hungry eye around his hilltop looking for anything that fluttered, chirped, walked or crawled. Pickings looked fairly slim. After all, a huge predator had, until just a little while ago, been sleeping on the hillside. The other animals knew trouble when they saw it and headed out for safer fields.
He wondered how long it would be before Dean was going to drive by and he anxiously scanned the road twisting below him for signs of mechanical life. He expected food and comfort from the one he had marked.
The sun was just rising, warming his back so he thought it might a good couple of hours before Dean would come along. He stood and stretched and last night flooded back into his mind.
He had run from the Courthouse far enough to feel safe and had comfortably laid down for a nap. When he awoke the stars were out and the fields glinted silver in the moon light. The full moon was beginning to wane, signaling the end of the Hunter's Moon festival. There was still, however, more than enough light for the night time predators.
A cat's basic nature was nocturnal. They slept as much as 18 hours in a day, draping themselves over any surface in lithe, limber abandon. In their sleep they dreamed of the hunt. In the six waking hours of their day they lived for the hunt. To hunt, to capture and release so that they could hunt again was the life of a cat and the Sphinx was all cat.
Now free of those complicated, annoying human concerns, the Sphinx went on the prowl in the moonlight. He was one with the night wind and the hooting owls. Small animal shivered as his shadow fell upon their hiding places and the fear that the cat would find them ran from creature to creature, "not me, not me. Don't take me. Take another, take him; I give you my brother, my mother, my children. Take them but not me, not me." Small furry creatures were all craven cowards and hid from the hunter in the night.
Not long after the Sphinx sat again on the hillside, something small, furry and bloody firmly impaled on his fangs. He ate.
Sam remembered last night and he cringed, hearing again the squeal of the dying animal and the taste of warm blood on his tongue. The reconcilement of the animal and the intellectual was encountering a few bumps in the road. The human mind was in ascent this morning and he refused to hunt for game. He lay down in the crushed grass and pinned his hopes on his brother.
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A few hours later he spotted the Impala driving towards him. Her paintwork sparkled in the sunlight and a dark black shadow followed her, cast by the bright morning sun. Sam raced down the hillside and stood beside the road, waiting for the car's arrival. When it got close he began to run, coming up to a matching speed.
He looked through the car window and saw Dean looking back at him with a huge smile on his face. Dean was searching ahead for a turn off he could pull the car into. When he saw a break not far away he accelerated but the Sphinx went with him. Matching the speed of the car was no problem.
Dean pulled off the road and gingerly guided the Impala beneath a couple of evergreen trees, hiding her under the sloping branches. The Festival was ending and the Hunters were flowing out of West Lafayette. Route 231 was a major way out of town and Dean did not want any further run-ins with the enraged Hunter community.
He and Sam had hit the top of the Hunter hit list the day before with their little exhibition at the courthouse. It was going to be a while before anyone would settle down and listen to reason. The Hunters had seen Sam kill. They had seen him transform and they didn't like it, regardless of the fact that he had killed a werewolf smart enough to masquerade as a Hunter in the midst of Hunters.
The car had barely stopped moving when The Sphinx threw the door open and climbed in. He pushed Dean into the seat firmly and started smelling and licking all the flesh he could reach.
"Whoa, here, stop that!" Dean was pushing back at a lot of cat; cat that wanted him and wanted him now. The cat's tongue was everywhere. Dean reached behind himself and managed to push the driver's side door open. He fell out of the car backwards and luckily fell into the tall grass. The cat came after him.
Now it became a struggle. The cat wanted access to more flesh; a lot more flesh and Dean tried to accommodate his brother as quickly as possible. He didn't want to have his clothes ripped from his body. Some of the pushing and tearing might include a little skin if that happened.
"Sam, give me a minute! It's alright, I'm not going to fight you but you have to just stop for a minute."
Dean didn't know if he had gotten through but the assault seemed to slow. He reached around the cat to grab the blanket that was laying in the backseat. He wanted to spread it on the ground. It was obvious that his naked ass was going to get dragged through the weeds if he didn't move quickly.
The cat watched the movements and allowed Dean to create a little nest for them on the ground. The car and the trees made the site fairly private and Dean started to strip. Along with his acquiescence he also dialed up and offered the Tammuz energy to his lover.
As soon as he had lifted his arms up to strip his T-shirt off the cat slipped behind him and wrapped a limb around his waist. The cat's warm, furry chest pressed against his back, protecting the naked skin from the chill morning air. He kicked off his boots and the cat took care of the jeans. Before the jeans were thrown aside Dean managed to rescue a bottle of lube from one of the pockets. He knew from the last time The Sphinx had taken him that he needed to look out for himself.
Now naked in the clear morning air the man and the cat embraced. Dean curled into the cat's limbs and tried to wrap his chilly skin in the warm russet fur. The cat's erection pressed into his gut, fully rampant and proudly displayed. Dean's dick was also begging for attention. Dean loaded his hands up with the lube; his fingers were glistening with the smooth, slick gel. He got himself ready for his lover and the cat rumbled its approval as Dean slicked up his body, his dick and his ass.
They sank together on to the blanket and the cat's tongue went to work. Kissing and licking he covered Dean's skin with quick little nips and kisses. Once an area was well worked, the tongue came after to sooth the abused skin. Dean turned and twisted in his brother's arms, offering new vistas of flesh to claim.
He finally simply laid there, completely exposed and let the big cat play with his body. Every touch was erotic and his submission was complete. He was loved, and held and his body manipulated to please and be pleased. He closed his eyes and gloried in the sensations.
He was flipped and his face pressed into his folded arms. He was mounted and he spread his legs, closed his eyes and waited.
The cat arched, braced his front legs on Dean's shoulders and entered his lover. There was resistance at first but a couple of heavy thrusts took care of that. The man grunted beneath him and he leaned over the freckled back and brushed fangs against the back of his mate's neck in warning. "Don't move, submit, be still."
As the cat rocked into him Dean reached back and grabbed on to his own member. The energy was building, he could feel the cat's oncoming organism, everything was spiraling higher and stronger, clawing to the climax when Dean felt a sensation like no other; the cat was purring.
He felt the deep throated purr against his back and definitely through that intimate connection, the dick in his ass. It traveled throughout his body, vibrating his secret places, drawing pleasure from every niche and his prostrate went insane. He started to climax and it was drawn from every cell, every nerve. He didn't just orgasm, he exploded. There were flashes of light, loud crashing noises and he thought he stopped breathing. He passed out from pure pleasure, there were not enough connections in his brain to handle the overload.
Time passed, slowly, and his eyes opened, and he found himself staring at the hairs on his arm. Someone's hand was on his naked hip. He rolled over and looked into his brother's eyes.
"Hi, Sam".
"HI, Dean. Did you have a good time?"
"That was beyond amazing. It was like Magic Fingers from the inside. We got to do that again."
Sam laughed at the sated expression on Dean's face. "Come on, I'm hungry. I can't do that again if I'm dead from starvation. Are my clothes in the car?"
"Yeah, in the back seat in your duffle. Where are mine?" Dean sat up and looked around.
Sam stood up and waved his hands. "Oh, here and there, scattered among the weeds. Watch out for prickles."
Dean stood and felt the load in his ass jiggle. He thought that if they were going to continue this fucking all over the country side thing he was going to have to get some equipment to take care of these little problems. Right now he needed a bathroom more urgently than breakfast.
"Where are we going to go , Dean?" Sam asked from the car. He was leaning on his folded arms in the window frame, enjoying the view which included a naked big brother.
"I don't think we can hit any diner in the state." Dean replied while wiping himself down with the blanket. "There's sure to be either a Hunter or a cop in every restaurant between here and Chicago this morning. Let's go back to Karl and Earl's house. We owe them for their support."
Sam thought for a moment. "I still have at least five silver knives left from my last batch. Do you want to do the ritual and make them a couple of Innocence knives?"
Dean looked up from pulling his jeans on. "You want to do that? It takes you a while to make those knives."
Sam shrugged. "Can't think of a better use for them."
Dean laughed. "Hey Sam, you know what? "
"No, what, Dean?" Sam replied. "You know I hate that old joke."
"Unless somewhere on the planet someone has a really, really well trained lion, I am the only human being ever to feel that sensation." Dean smiled at his brother.
"Yeah, Dean.' Sam smiled back. "You're one of a very special kind."