[b][u][center]Keeping Kittens at Bay
For Rayo_ElGatubelo
By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]








Being something as non-human as he was, Ray had an interesting relationship with time. Most days, it seemed to be rather endless, like the whole world was slowly changing over the course of one long day, but most things would generally stay the same. He had seen the rise of an Empire in Central America, had traveled up from the south to the northern continent, had seen the rise of a country and then its gradual decline – though it was still around – and had seen a lot of the different cities and politics of the nation come about. 

However, there were days when it seemed liked the most important things changed too quickly, far too quickly for him, and this was a day of that sort. 

A bit shiny from a hard day at work in someone else’s yard, Ray was on his way back to his car to head home when he saw a familiar face on a porch down the street. He cocked his head to the side at her, hesitating as he rested his hand on his car door. 

Her name was Lacey, Lacey Pellazarri. Six years ago, maybe a little bit more, he used to be her babysitter, until she decided to tell her mother that she didn’t need one anymore. They’d stayed in contact, partially out of friendship, partially out of a shared secret that he wanted to make sure that she didn’t tell anyone, and partially…

Well, that was something that he’d done a very good job of pushing down and pretending didn’t exist, so he was going to keep doing that. 

She looked like someone had given her a dog, let her love it just enough to start caring for it, and then kicked it into a woodchipper. It tugged at him, and he sighed, taking his hand off his car. Looked like the shower was going to have to wait. He walked around the vehicle, making his way down the street until he reached her property. 

She looked up at him as he stopped at the end of the walkway leading up to her house, her eyes a bit red. Yeah, she’d been crying. He remembered seeing that particular look a few times when she got back from school and hadn’t had things go well. Well, when things had gone bad. Real bad. 

He wondered if he’d need to offer to beat someone up. That’d made her smile back then. 

“Hey,” he said, hoping he didn’t sound as awkward as he felt. 

“Hey,” she muttered.

“Mind if I sit?”

Lacey shrugged, and he walked up to the porch, sitting down by her. He tugged at the front of his shirt a few times, cooling himself down from the residual hard labor of the day, while Lacey just sat there, dead-eyed and staring at the ground.

She’d filled out a bit since the last time that he’d had a chance to see her. Her shirt stretched a bit more in the front, and he noticed that the t-shirt was definitely something lower-cut than the last one that he’d seen her wearing. Something to show off the merchandise, as some people would have put it, and he was both intrigued and a bit annoyed at the same time. That, combined with the fact that she was wearing make-up – and not that well applied, either – gave him a pretty good guess what had happened. 

“Dumped?” he asked. 

“How’d you know?”

“Lucky guess.”

“I already showered; you can’t smell him on me.”

“…I wasn’t going to try.”

“No hunting him down.”

“Now you’re just taking the fun out of it.”

She smiled slightly, which was what he was going for. He shuffled a bit, putting his hands together and resting them between his knees. 

He’d never been the best at the whole heart-to-heart things that babysitters did for the kids in the movies. Sure, he could listen to them, and he could let them vent and keep a secret, but he was really, really bad at the whole advice thing. It always felt like he had nothing to say, nothing that really applied to the modern day and age, anyway. 

[i]Say something, man,[/i] he thought to himself, looking out at the street. [i]Come on. Anything.[/i]

“He didn’t hurt you?” he asked. 

“Just broke my heart.”

“Well, I might have a few buried somewhere.”

“Is that an Aztec joke?” she asked. 

“Hey, we hated them. I’m allowed.”

It got a chuckle out of her, which was better. At least she wasn’t looking quite so dead to the world now. He leaned his head back, cracking his spine and neck in the process. 

“So…you don’t want me to go after him?”

“No. He’s not…bad. He’s just not very good.”

“Lot of guys like that in the world.”

“Well…guess I got spoiled.”

With a metaphorical pricking of his ears, he looked down at her. She looked up at him, too, but neither of them could maintain the stare for too long. She looked away, and he did the same. 

When she was younger, there’d been…a few difficulties. Ray wasn’t really human, and she’d found out about that in an unguarded moment that he’d had on the phone with someone important. That, and the fact that he’d been a little bit tipsy that night and he hadn’t been paying attention to the time and moon. 

Revealing that he was a werepanther had been all kinds of stupid, but at least Lacey was the sort of girl that generally knew how to keep her mouth shut. 

Since then, they’d been close by necessity, then by choice. He’d had all sorts of stories to tell her, both about the past and about the people and creatures that were out there that nobody knew about. She had been very interested in the creatures, and he flattered himself to think that she had been nudged towards her current dreams of being a vet out of some interest in those stories. 

Of course, things had gotten…awkward…after that, too. After all, he had been around for the Aztecs – he wasn’t kidding when he said that he and his people had hated them – and that meant that he’d been around when other things had been allowed. Other, rather horrible things by the modern viewpoint. He’d been raised where ‘relations’ between adults and children had been something closer to the norm rather than something horrible, and, well, Lacey had been rather curious as she had started growing up. Too curious by half, in some cases. 

He still remembered the day when she said she’d been looking up the past, and told him that people back then used to mate with children, and he’d had to do a [i]lot[/i] of persuading to keep her from following that line of thought. She’d been desperate for a boyfriend then, and she had been willing to go further than most of the other kids in her class to get one. 

And then she’d asked him for a bite, too. 

That had been the point where he’d had to decline any further babysitting jobs for a month. Temptation had reared its head, and he wasn’t going to let it go any further than that. The month had passed back then, and he’d eventually come back, and she’d stopped asking. He could tell that she’d never stopped wanting, though. She’d been very clear about the sort of stuff that she was willing to do, but always when referring to other guys that she knew. It was a way to try and make him jealous, and by fuck it worked, but he had vented that on other things. 

Other people, too. 

“Spoiled?” he asked, trying to get out of his own head.

“Yeah. I knew a guy that knew how to look after his girl. I guess I thought that all the other guys I met would be like that.”

“Yeah…not a lot of those.”

He rubbed the back of his head. A part of him hoped that she was talking about him, but after that incident, he doubted it. She’d tried to make him jealous for about a year before she told her mother that she didn’t need a babysitter anymore, and after that, they’d been…well, not estranged, but something like it. They were close when they talked, but they didn’t go out of their way to talk a lot anymore. 

This was the first time that they had done that in a few months, actually, and despite the difficulty of the conversation, he was glad to have the time to spend with Lacey again. 

“You want to come inside?” she asked. 

“Sure.”

They got off the porch and walked into the house. It was set rather cool, and he immediately started shivering. Lacey chuckled. 

“Still having a hard time without the fur coat?”

“Long day, sweaty work, cold air. Turn the heat up.”

“Alright, alright.”

She walked down to the thermostat, and he breathed a sigh of relief when the heating kicked on. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to keep him from feeling frozen. Lacey seemed to like the chill when she was alone. Probably from being used to the weather up here and preferring to avoid the feeling of summer when she could. 

They went to the living room, sitting down. She leaned against him as they sat on the couch, and he did the same thing that he used to do, lifting one arm and letting her rest against his chest. Of course, these days, there was that hesitation as he brought his hand back down, avoiding her breasts so that he didn’t kick off an argument. That had been so much easier when she was flat-chested. 

There was no need to talk, at least for a while. They stared at the far wall, and every now and then she took a slow breath against him. He didn’t know if she was sniffing him, or if she was just trying to calm herself down, but he could feel the little shakes that were running through her body. She wasn’t in a good way, and she was doing her best to hide it. 

[i]Come on, say something.[/i]

Yeah, but what? Say that she was good? Say that he kinda envied the boyfriend because of being with her? Those were true, yeah, but was it a good time to say anything like that? It felt like he might be trying to poach on unspoiled territory. 

As he tried to sort himself out, Lacey reached out and rubbed his leg. [i]That[/i] sent a signal right down his spine and into a part of his anatomy that had seen less action lately than he wanted to admit. 

“I missed you,” she muttered. 

“I’m…I missed you, too.”

“Heh. Stupid little girl thought that a stupid little boy would be a better boyfriend than you.”

“And he broke your heart?”

“He wanted something, and when it came time, I just…didn’t want to do it. Not with him, anyway.”

“You mean…”

“Still a virgin, Ray.”

It shouldn’t have been a thing, it really shouldn’t have, but it was. His eyes flicked down her body, going right to her hips and legs. She was wearing tight jeans, the sort that were almost painted on, and it was impossible to miss the shape of her body as he looked down at her. 

She kept rubbing his legs, too, and he shifted as his cock started to run down one side of his jeans. He cleared his throat. 

“Um…are you…”

“I’m being pretty blatant, right?”

“Well…you know…”

“I’m eighteen now, Ray. I’m in high school.”

“…Are you…actually…”

“If you don’t get the subtext by now, I’m going to have to rip my shirt off and shove your face in my boobs.”

“…I wouldn’t say no.”

“You!”

She slapped his stomach with the back of her hand. Thankfully, he had enough muscle down there these days that he barely felt it, and they both laughed as she sat up straight again. The laughter died quickly, though, particularly as he rubbed the back of his head as he looked her up and down. 

“You sure that you really want something like that? I mean, you thought you did when you were a teenager.”

“Yeah, and I still do.”

“Maybe this is just the rebound.”

“And maybe you need to get your head out of your butt.”

“…I don’t put it in there…”

“Ray…”

She sighed, and he did, too. He was just making this more difficult, but it was hard for him to accept that sort of thing. He’d spent nearly the whole time with Lacey keeping his head out of the gutter and reminding himself that the things that were okay back in his time in the Empire were not okay today. He wasn’t allowed to just go out and start humping people. He wasn’t allowed to just take things because of what he was. 

He sure as hell wasn’t allowed to put his dick in someone under eighteen years of age, that was for damn sure, and he’d spent at least a few years making sure that he never gave into the temptation. 

[i]Maybe…[/i] He looked at her again, watched as she crossed her arms under her chest. It pushed her breasts up just little bit, just enough to really show them off, and he wondered how intentional that was. Probably at least a little. Lacey was smart about things like that, even if she wasn’t smart with her human boyfriends. [i]Maybe I need to let go a little bit…[/i]

He looked down at his groin. His cock had already tented his pants a bit. Not as much as it would do when he changed, but it was enough to show a little bulge. He glanced at Lacey out of the corner of his eye, and he flattered himself to think that maybe she was looking down there, too. 

“You sure about this?” he asked. 

“Yeah. You were…exotic back then, someone that I wanted to have because you were different, special. I thought…I don’t know. I thought that you were different, and you’d be someone I could show off.”

“And now?”

“I remember how you treated me, Ray. You knew when I was being stupid, and you made sure that I didn’t make a mistake. That I didn’t get both of us in trouble.”

She reached out, taking his hand gently. She squeezed, and he took that as permission to squeeze back. 

“I’m glad that you did. And I hope that, maybe, we can keep each other out of trouble, and maybe find a little trouble that we both like.”

He smiled, giving her hand a little squeeze in return. She moved closer, surprising him by sliding into his lap. It gave her just enough elevation to put her boobs in his face, and he stared down into her cleavage. 

For a moment. 

“HA!”

Then she shoved him down, and he was sputtering against the exposed flesh. He smelled her, the essence of her, the hot, slightly sour, slightly salty smell that came from all humans, but with all the distinct parts of her. The little bit of dirt, the earthiness, the warmth, the little bit of sweetness that lay beneath it all from all the fruit in her diet. It was all there, all her, and all contained between two lovely breasts. 

If he wasn’t hard before, he sure as hell was then. 

Lacey slid back, grinning at him. 

“So…are you ready to help me lose my virginity?”

“Are you offering it to me?”

“I’m pretty sure that we’re past offering, Ray.”

“…”

“Yes or no?”

He thought about it, and he realized that, if he had to think about it, he was past the point of being guilty for taking it. She was of age, now, and if this was a rebound thing, then it was something that she needed, and so did he. Maybe it would work out, maybe not, but if nothing else, it would give them both something that they had been wanting for nearly a decade now. Something that they were finally allowed by the rules of the world. 

“Yes.”

“Bedroom.”

#

Lacey was naked on the bed, and he stood naked at the foot of it. She had laid out several different condoms on the sheets, and the only reason that they were still in the packages was because there was one more step to go. 

“You’re going to have trouble taking this,” he said. 

“You might be surprised.”

“No, seriously. It’s a lot bigger than you think.”

“I’ll make it work. Now…show me…”

She ran her hands down her thighs, spreading them, showing off her pussy. Her fingers ran through hair that was trimmed but not shaved, her juices already running free. She was looking forward to this, obviously, but he had not expected her to be this eager for it. 

[i]Well…here goes…[/i]

His particular strain of werepanther virus was the sort that could be activated more or less at will. During the full moon, he’d always suffer between a partial and a full transformation, depending on how in-control he was at the time, but he could go through the transformation at any point on the calendar. It was simple. It was easy. 

And it was sexy. 

He groaned as he felt the heat of the transformation running under his skin, the little prickling itch of his fur growing out as familiar as ever. He ran his hands along his chest, hoping that it didn’t look as silly as it felt. Lacey moaned at the sight, though, so he assumed that he was doing a good job. 

As the black fur started to poke out of his skin, running down his arms and along his chest, the muscles of the werepanther started to follow. The sleek black started to bulge outwards as he bulked up, getting thicker, wider, a little more powerful in the upper body. He could feel the tightness of his skin stretching over the muscles, waiting for the slack in the tension before it started again, the growth spreading across his upper body. 

He held up his hands for her to see as they warped, as the fingers cracked and popped, as they lengthened outwards. The nails slowly warped, darkening and then curling into claws, and the soft gasps that Lacey let out were all the incentive that he needed to keep it going. 

More, more, more. 

The transformation left him wobbling from side to side as the prickles started to run down his legs, the same fur pouring out and covering him down there. His thighs clenched, tensing up from the transformation, and then from the new muscles that came after, making him bigger, thicker. 

He growled, his voice dropping an octave or two as the fur ran up his neck, changing his voice and making it sound a little more bestial. It was getting louder, too, something that made him feel more manly, more…sexy, he supposed, particularly as he felt the fur tickling down near his cock. 

“Oh, wow…oh, wow,” Lacey whispered. 

“You like?” he grunted. 

“I like a lot.”

“Well…just getting…started…”

His spine started popping as the transformation stretched him out, pulling at the top of his head and along his hips. His arms and legs started doing the same, his height growing. Six feet, then six and a half, then seven. Still more, as he loomed taller and taller over his – partner? Girlfriend? Sex buddy? He didn’t know yet, and so far, he didn’t care.

As the transformation continued, his body getting pulled like taffy and his spine popping and snapping as it kept growing longer to compensate, he could feel the next new growth starting right over his ass. As the cheeks started to grow with muscle, a little lump started to form just over it. It grew, spread, and then pushed outwards, a soft easing of pressure following as his tail slithered free of his skin. It rose like a serpent from the earth, twitching, and Lacey gasped as she saw it pop out from behind him. 

“Oh, that’s cool…that’s really cool.”

“Yeah, just…hang on a second…”

He walked over to the bed, moving quickly before the next part hit. The fur was running up the back of his head, but also running down – 

Crack, crack!

He grabbed the foot of the bed before the sudden shift from foot to paws could knock him off his feet. His toes started fattening up, the nails turning to claws, and his heel rose further and further from the floor. It stretched out, and then expanded as bones and muscles grew to support his weight and keep him from falling over. 

He lifted one leg, letting her see the shifts going on, letting her see the pads that were growing in on his paws, how the fur didn’t quite hide them. He leaned in, letting her see as his ears worked up along the sides of his head, slowly moving to the top, and as his face stretched out into a muzzle with sharp teeth and everything. 

She reached up, rubbing his chin with one hand, and he let out a half-joking purr at the touch. She giggled. 

“Hehehe…that’s awesome…”

“Awesome…is what’s coming…next…”

The soft pop-crack sounds of his face pushing out were drowned out by a deep moan that came from what was happening between his legs. His cock was slowly stiffening further, and the head was taking on a redder color, something that was deep and dark rather than the brown-tan color that had covered him. His balls were already covered in the same black fur as everywhere else, but as the change finally hit his groin proper, they started to sag, hanging down further and further as they bloated with weight. 

As they grew, so too did his libido. His cock throbbed, the forming barbs on the tip of his cock getting a bit stiffer, a bit more visible than they had been. The red color spread down from the head to the rest of the shaft, and he could feel the slow rising of the sheath that would cover it at the base. He growled under his breath, humping forward, hunching his hips and grinding his cock against the sheets. 

“Oh fuck…”

It was the first time that Lacey had sworn, and he planned to make sure that it wasn’t the last. He showed off his cock as it grew, slowly sliding out to be a proper, throbbing, huge thing. He stood at eight feet tall, now, or at least close enough that it made no real difference whether he was or not. His cock? Well, bigger than any human outside of the major leagues of porn, and even that was questionable. 

He panted as the transformation slowly came to an end, the tingles, the warmth, the general feeling of something breaking and reforming slowly sliding away. All that was left was a big cat that had a big cock, and who was more than ready to use it. 

Lacey stared at him, but he could smell the warmth that was in the air, the pheromones of a horny female that was more than ready to take him. The urge to just do it was almost too strong to resist, but he had resisted worse for quite a few years already. It was time…

It was time to stay safe. 

He pulled back from the bed, and picked up the smaller of the condoms that she had laid out. He pointed to the numbers on it, for up to an eight-inch cock, and then held it down to his dick. 

“I don’t think this one is going to work.”

“…Yeah…I think you’re right.”

They went up the line, and they eventually agreed that the biggest would work. At least he wouldn’t have to pull what some of the elephant weres had to do and put a garbage bag to work down there. 

As he ripped it open and put it on, he could feel her staring at him the whole time. She was more than horned up, he realized. She was all the way at the point of desperate, and she was humping the air at him, slowly grinding her hips against where she wanted his cock to be. He smiled, sliding the latex on before lowering himself over her. 

“You ready?”

“Yeah…been ready…”

“No biting.”

“Yeah. I know.”

She almost sounded resigned, but he was glad that she agreed. Turning her would be a very bad idea, no matter how much he hoped this would work out. 

He rubbed the rubber-coated tip of his cock against her pussy, feeling her bending against his cock a bit, then slowly dragged it down to her hole proper. She reached down, holding her legs apart, pulling her pussy open for him, and he slowly, ever so slowly, guided himself into her sex. 

It was hot and wet, just as he imagined, but better than that, [i]tight.[/i] His means of coping with his own frustrations had been anything but that, probably from all the other work that they did, but this was just what he had been missing. He moaned through his fangs, curling his claws carefully against her thighs as he dragged himself forward. She hissed against his chest, gripping the sheets. 

“Mmmph…wow…oh fuck…oh [i]fuck.[/i]”

“Too much?” he growled. 

“If I said yes, would you stop?”

“…Probably not…”

“Good thing I don’t want you to…”

That was what he hoped to hear. He kept pushing forward, feeling her shivering under him, feeling the sheer difference in size. He had been taller than her already, but now he was a giant over someone smaller. The fact that the condom fit his cock at all was something of a miracle, and the tip was still throbbing with the barbs being pressed down and teased all the time. 

[i]Fuck…oh fuck, she’s tight…and hot…and…so cute with all those moans.[/i]

He really hadn’t expected that. He knew she’d be sexy, but the way that she arched her back, the way that she blushed, the way that she shivered and gasped and panted under him just made her sound and look so adorable. His cock throbbed all the harder inside of her, and he picked up the pace. 

Eventually, he managed to hilt inside of her, his balls resting against her ass, his cock pulsing, twitching in pleasure. She was panting against him, her hands moving from the bed to his back, gripping him tight. 

“More,” she whispered, her voice little more than a whimper. “More.”

The human Ray might have been willing to wait, to make her wait to be used to it. The beast had been waiting for long enough. 

With a growl, he pulled his hips back and slammed back in. Her breath whooshed out against his neck, beaten out of her with that one thrust. He pulled back and did it again, and again, feeling her juices barely giving him enough lubrication to fill her to the brim again and again. The smell of their bodies and their pleasure mixed with the smell of latex under friction, but it wasn’t enough to make him stop. 

No, it was more like it was enough to keep him going. 

Hump, hump, hump went his hips, driving his dick right into her and keeping up a pace that would have made a jackhammer jealous. In, out, in, out, each thrust making his balls slap against her, each time making him go all the way to the depths, all the way to the hilt. He could feel her tightening up further, her thighs spasming against him as her body started seizing up with pleasure. 

[i]Take it. Take it. Take it.[/i]

The breeding instinct was strong, and so was the biting one. He hoped that the condom was good enough to handle the former, because he had his hands full with the latter. The urge to lean forward and take her, claim her, was almost impossible to hold back, and it was only the centuries of self-control that he had built up over his lifetime that allowed him to keep a grip on that. 

In, out, in, out, her inner walls slowly loosening, taking him easier, or maybe he was just starting to get her wet enough to be able to handle it better. Either way, he kept going, slamming in faster, harder, grinding his fur against her belly, her legs, everything that he could reach. She whimpered, keening and crooning in his ear as he took her. 

“Almost…ah…ah…gonna…gonna…”

She didn’t finish her sentence, and instead stiffened, pressing against him, her pussy suddenly wetter than ever as she squirted against his cock and against his balls. The sudden surge of her pheromones in the air was enough to make him growl, the male instinct driven to go right over the edge with her. 

His hips sped up, going faster than ever for a few seconds, and then finally, he slammed in and held it. The pulsing pleasure of orgasm followed, and his cock throbbed, oozing, dripping, filling the condom. 

The squelching feeling of his seed sliding into the condom and then back down along his cock was always weird, but in this case, it was hotter than usual. He could feel it all up and down the shaft, and it was a reminder of what he had almost done. 

What he could have done. 

What he might one day do. 

As he panted for breath, he reached down to the condom and gripped it at the base, keeping hold of it as he slowly pulled back. As he reached the tip, he realized that most of it was swollen there, and he took his time to slowly drag the condom back without ripping it. Lacey panted, then gasped as the balloon of seed at the end of the condom popped out of her like a latex knot. 

It was kinda hot. 

As he stood there, his cock dragged down by the weight of the cum at the end of the condom, his partner looked up at him. She smiled in her goofy, tired way, then flopped her head back against the pillow. 

“…Good?” he asked. 

“Better,” she said. 

“Oh thank god.”

“Hehehe, you that worried?”

“I wanted it to be amazing. I – it was really good?”

“Yeah. It was. You going to stay panther for a while?”

“…Probably?”

“Go clean up your dick and then come back to cuddle?”

“…Yeah.” He smiled. “I can do that.”

“See you in a few minutes.”











[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Ray is just on his way home from work when he finds someone that he used to babysit. Affection bids him stop, and something more bids him stay. 

Tags: M/F, temptation, human, werepanther, panther, feline, vaginal, condom, orgasm, cum, condom balloon, transformation, cock growth, barbs, size difference, wet,