Cynthia yawned as she laid back on the pull out bed, staring up at the ceiling. Rachel had already gone to bed along with Charlene, leaving her alone. It was kind of weird to be here, but at the same time it was nice. Rachel and her family were good people, and she was glad that Rachel had a family that cared about her after what had happened. She still had a lot of things to think about, becoming a werecat had been something that she had been thinking about, but there was still the question of who she'd ask to turn her.
She had to admit that she still had Rachel on her brain. Rachel was a wonderful young woman, and maybe she would be willing to do it if she asked. But Cynthia also knew that she couldn't just ask her, at least not yet. Rachel wasn't ready for that kind of thing after what had happened with her ex, and she couldn't blame her for that.
She laid back and pulled the blankets over her, checking her phone where she had already texted her family what was going on. She smiled a bit as she got a message from her brother telling her "Use protection if you're going to get into anything tonight." She shook her head and reached over and put it on the table next to the couch. Rachel wasn't the only one who had to deal with teasing from siblings, she didn't want to deal with him right now, she just wanted to get some sleep.
As she drifted off to sleep, she thought about Rachel's werecat form, and what she might look like under those clothes... and more than that Cynthia thought about what she would look like as a Werecat.
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Cynthia felt the cool night air against her bare skin. She was now out in the middle of the forest, and could hear and smell animals all around her. She could smell smaller animals around her, but only one were was nearby. She smiled as she opened her eyes to the sound of a figure moving closer. She smiled as she saw Rachel's werecat form stepping into the clearing, her naked black form shining in the moonlight as her tail swished back and forth.
"You look beautiful tonight," Cynthia said as Rachel smiled and slid forward, pressing her body against Cynthia's.
"Thanks," Rachel said, purring a little as her tail wrapped around Cynthia's waist. "How about you get into your own Werecat form and we go hunting?"
"But I'm not a werecat..." Cynthia said a bit embarrassed.
"Of course you are, silly," Rachel said, pressing in closer and kissing Cynthia gently on the lips. "Don't you remember that wonderful evening we had a few months ago?"
"Oh, yes, that evening," Cynthia said. She closed her eyes and concentrated, more on instinct than anything else as her body started to change. She felt the fur growing across her body, with a strange feeling as her tail grow from behind her and wrapped itself around Rachel's waist, brushing against her own tail. Her ears migrated to the top of her head and became pointed and perky. She opened her eyes and looked down at herself, she had turned into a calico patterned werecat, her breasts having inflated out to be at almost the same proportions as Rachel.
"There's my pretty kitty," Rachel said as she slid her tail back around and gave Cynthia a smile. "Now, let's go hunt!"
The two werecats ran off into the forest on all fours. It felt so natural to Cynthia to run like this, her feline body felt right to her, like she was always meant to be a werecat. The two of them stalked through the forest for what felt like hours, they caught some small animals, giving into their feline sides as they stalked and caught their prey. It felt wonderful to just be an animal for awhile, to let the cat out and just run.
After awhile, Cynthia felt Rachel press in closer to her. She smiled as she ran her tongue along her lips, pushing Cynthia onto her back as she raised her tail up. The light of the moon just made her even more alluring. "How about we have fun in a different way?" Rachel purred.
"Sounds good to me," Cynthia said as she spread her legs out. Rachel kissed her on the lips and started to kiss down her body slowly, her lips and tongue running slowly along Cynthia's fur and sending jolts of pleasure through her body.
It was going to be a night to remember.
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Cynthia's eyes fluttered open and she sat up in bed. It was still late at night, and while that hadn't been the first time she had a dream about being a werecat, she had never had something that sexual before. She thought back to the conversation she and Rachel had about weird dreams, maybe it had gotten to her.
She shook her head and laid back, trying to get back to sleep, trying not to think about the arousal between her legs.