Litter
mc; mg; tf; preg; inc
Johnny Walker loved his little sister. That hadn't always been the case. She'd been a little brat until he'd put the pussycat ears on her. He'd watched her defiance fade away as the ears burrowed into her brain. She had not resisted at all when he'd stripped her an hour after she got her cat ears. The tail had slid right in place, with its clip up against what had been her tailbone.
Where once he'd been annoyed by his little sister's arrival in his room, Johnny now loved when his naked pussycat sister arrived, rubbing her fur against him, and tickling his nose with the tip of her tail. He'd toss her on his bed, and put his cock in her pussy. He loved how her pussycat nose would twitch, right before he sent her over the top again, and filling her belly with his seed.
It had been two years since he'd turned his sister into a pussycat, and time had not faded the desire he felt for her. Johnny loved his pussycat. He took her everywhere that he could. Sometimes her desires did cause a problem or two, but it was hard to fault her for them. Not with her mouth sucking him to hardness, or her pussy mounting his cock.
Sometimes he even took her to school. Johnny was in the eighth grade, just about to enter high school. Taking the just-under-four-foot tall pussy cat to school was always fun. Though sometimes she did get in a bit of trouble, as it was impossible for her to hold back from filling her wet little pussy with his cock. Sometimes he could put her off for a little bit, by feeling up her little pussy, making her tremble with pleasure.
Recently, though, his little sister hadn't been quite up to it. She'd been lethargic, and the past couple of days she hadn't been able to keep her food down, though she'd been quite hungry. That's why he'd brought her to the Envy.
You didn't bring pussycats to the regular doctor. Yes, they were mostly human still, but not entirely. So you took them to special ones, who had some veterinary training as well. He wasn't sure how the term "Envy" had come to mean the pussycat doctor, though one of his friends said came from the Japanese, where the pussycat transformation had been developed.
So Johnny sat in the waiting room, while the Envy took a look at his pussycat. There were several other masters there, in this room overlooking the pussycat play area where the other pussycats currently played with each other. There was a rather nice siamese romping around with a short haired calico. Johnny's little sister was a fawn colored British Longhair breed, and had retrained her long blond hair with her transformation. Johnny loved his sister's fur, and felt the particular classification of her fur was rather perfect, given that her name was Fawn.
"Mr. Walker, we have Fawn's results now," the Envy said, opening the door to the exam room. "If you'll come back now?"
Johnny entered the exam room to find Fawn restrained on the exam table, a probe still in her pussy. There was a monitor next to the bed, but all he could tell about it was that there were three blobs on it. "What's wrong with Fawn?" he asked.
"Nothing is really wrong with her, really, but I'm afraid that she's not going to be quite the same for the next six months," the Envy said.
"Why?" Johnny asked, puzzled.
"Fawn appears to be about six weeks along with triplet pussycats," the Envy said. "As you know the pussycat transformation, though initially just physical, gradually becomes genetic, and Fawn has been a pussycat long enough to have fully transformed. Pussycats are designed to breed true with humans, so in another six months she'll have three little pussycats of her own, most likely fawn longhairs like herself."
Johnny hadn't know. He hadn't even considered the possibility that what he was doing to his sister all the time might put a kitty in her, much less a litter. "Really?" The idea that he might have gotten his sister pregnant was foreign to him.
"Of course, it is possible that one or two might be human, with recessive pussycat genes, of course," the Envy said. "Most likely if you've fathered any boys on her, though we have seen a few cat boys. No way to really tell, however, until she's in at least her fourth month... you didn't expect this to happen, did you?"
"I didn't even think she might be getting fertile," Johnny said. "She's only nine, and has never had a period."
"Oh, masters never seem to notice the first heat period," the Envy said. "I've yet to hear of a pussycat with a master who had her first period. Now, after she gives birth, you'll likely want to put her on birth control. Pussycats go into heat about six weeks after giving birth, and it is very hard not to keep a pussycat pregnant... you're not at all prepared for your pussycat to have kittens, are you?"
"No," Johnny admitted, his mind racing through what he might have to do. His father would help, after all these would be his grandpussies, but he had knocked up his little sister, so it was his responsibility. She was his responsibility. He had to make sure she was fed and bathed, as it was. He had a lawn mowing job so he could make sure he had enough money to take her with him to college when he went.
Fawn wasn't going to college. She couldn't go to school, having dropped out of the second grade when he transformed her into a pussycat. Oh she could still read and write, in fact Johnny kind of found it sexy when he found her curled up in her pet bed with a book, wearing her reading glasses. Most pussycats couldn't do that through. It was hard for pussycats to learn, especially with all the sexual urges they got. The local school system called them a disruptive influence.
"Well, then, I'll provide you with these pamphlets on pregnant pussycats," the Envy said. "Read them carefully, and take care of your pussycat. You're in for a wild ride."
Johnny looked at Fawn, as she nursed the two girl pussycats she'd had. He held the boy, who wasn't a pussycat. The girls were already getting fur on their bodies. One looked to be fawn colored like her mother, while the other was more of a cream. The pussycats were developing quicker than their brother was, though Johnny knew that he'd pass them swiftly. After all, his little kittens probably wouldn't even get as tall as their mother.
Having a pussycat was really different now that she'd had her first litter. Fawn didn't have as much of an urge to have sex as she had. Now her life centered on her kittens and baby. Johnny had put her on birth control, though he thought he might take her off it in a few years. He'd liked seeing her belly swell.
She was still his pussycat though, with her wet little pussy leaking his seed even now. It was just that he wasn't getting as much as he had been. Perhaps he should see about making his other bratty little sister a pussycat too. It would be nice to have her obeying his every order and sinking his cock into her five year old pussy too. And it would be years before she got knocked up too.
Pew. It looked like he was going to have to change his son's diapers, again. He really wished Fawn knew how to do that, but she was a pussycat, just like he'd made her.
