I smiled and slid closer to her, even slipping one of my hands into her lap. I could feel the heat pouring
from her even through the skirt's cotton material.
"Mmhh..." she whimpered. "Joe..you..you shouldn't.." She was quivering with anticipation, no matter how much
she protested. "I..I can't stop myself if you....if you.."
My fingers slid up to the waistband of her skirt and slipped underneath, pausing at the top of her bikini
line. I could feel that heat double in its intensity. Her pupils dilated and her eyes widened.Her breaths were
shallow and fast.
"If I what, Cathy?" I asked with a slightly mocking and sarcastic tone. "If I do this?" I let my fingers play
down and gave her labia a long stroke.
"MMMMMMMHHH!" Cathy moaned and arched her back as the heat continued to grow. My fingertips were damp even
from that momentary contact. "Yesss..." she said, staring pointedly at me, with an upper lip trembling with a
slight snarl. She wasn't pulling away though. Her nipples were probably hard enough to cut diamonds, I thought
as I noticed they were actually pushing the shirt up slightly due to how rigid they were.
"Can I tell you a secret, Cathy?" I asked, pulling my hand out of her skirt and letting her regain a moment of
control.
"Wh..what..?" she asked. Her brow beaded with sweat. She was still barely holding on to her humanity. She
looked at me with equal parts desperation and fear, hunger and humanity.
I pushed her back slightly, then hiked her skirt up and began to rub her vagina quickly. I leaned in and half-
whispered in her ear. "I want you to change for me.." My fingers pushed up and into her boiling pussy, and I
could feel her resist for a split second. Then her eyes quickly yellowed, and my fingers became soaked with
her juices. She began to buck her hips against my hand, groaning and growling in combination.
Her pussy trembled and warped, with fur blossoming around it as it became impossibly hotter. Her eyebrows
began to knit together as her bones began to warp. She grunted as she turned her head to stare at me.
"Joeeeeeeeeeyy....share..share..." she grunted, struggling to form the words now.
"Share what?" I asked, leaning in to hear her more easily over the sound of her moans, the sound of my fingers
slamming in and out of her, and the popping and stretching of her flesh.
"My curse!" She roared. She clamped her thighs together, grinding her slit against my trapped fingers. She
reached out with a clawed hand to pull me in closer, and with a blinding speed, she bit me on the shoulder.