As we passed by a narrow and dimly lit alley, I heard a strange sound. It was a mixture of high-pitched meowing, screeching, and undulating caterwauling that was undoubtedly feline in its source. I suppose that if I was fully human, I would have pressed my hands to my ears and complained about the racket. But, now that I was part lion, it didn't bother me in the least; instead, my brain registered exactly what was going on. These were the mating cries of two cats who were together signalling their intense pleasure to the world.
I'm a bit ashamed to admit that I was suddenly riveted to the spot. With my predatory eyes quickly adjusting to parse the dark of the alley, I could now see two large forms, one on top of the other. They were rocking back and forth in unison, letting loose their cries into the night. The first figure -the one on top- was a man. Or, perhaps I should say, was what had once been a man. He had two triangular ears sticking up through his mop of reddish hair, and sported a fully feline muzzle with the markings of a ginger tabby. The man's arms and legs were still furless but his collared shirt was wide open and I could see the patches of orange fur that were starting to overtake his chest. I felt oddly satisfied that he lacked the thick mane of chest fur that I had grown.
The man, or should I say, the "tom," was pumping mightily away at the female beneath him, their long tails intertwined in bliss. She was a mix of human and animal much like Jessica, although more animalistic than Jessica and certainly far more feline than the transforming catman on top of her. The catwoman appeared to be some kind of Persian mix and had long white fur all over her body. It was easy to tell because she had cast off her clothing on one of the alley dumsters. Her lithe feline body was parallel to the ground on all fours. Head tossed back with her delicate pink triangular nose in the air, she gyrated with the desperate mating thrusts of the transforming catman on top, her six furry breasts swaying beneath her with every pump of his hips.
As if the sight of this beautiful siren wasn't enough to capture my attention, the scent of the two alleycats' lovemaking suddenly overtook me and filled my own delicate feline nostrils. The female's scent was both acrid and spicy and made my head swim. Her body was clearly in heat and in desperate need of a male cat to service her. It was more than enough to cause the blood to rush back to the flagging erection in my shorts. On the other hand, the musk of the changing tom brought a growl to my throat.
I guess my growl was pretty loud because it alerted the female to our presence. She opened her eyes and looked directly at me, her gaze traveling from my head down my mane to the tented cloth covering my crotch. For his part, the transforming tomcat didn't notice or care, and he continued to pump into her doggy (or perhaps "kitty") style. Well aware that Jessica was standing right beside me, it was taking everything in my power to keep from striding over to this beautiful catwoman, throwing the lesser male of her back, and claiming her for my own.