charisstoma

One day there were 7 pairs of underpants.
They were not ordinary. They were evil.

Salem is 16 years old and is a bad 'cat'

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Ilona Andrews

As you know, we have a number of animals. This is one of them.

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Title: The Door in the Field
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 2130
Yes there's sex under the influence


It was a grassy woodland field complete with rocks piled up on one side and… an ornately decorated paneled door with glazed pane windows on the upper half. Why would anyone put such a thing here? There was nothing behind it when viewed from the side, what he could see not wanting to get closer to the thing, just more of the rough field with backdrop of trees.

“Looks interesting,” was said behind him. “Get closer.”

Without turning to see what the voice was behind him, “No. You want to get closer to it, then you go inspect it. I’ll just stay here and probably leave soon after.” He felt rather than heard a body move behind him, though how he knew he wasn’t sure. There was no touch of movement in the air, nor to his person.

”You know you want to discover what it is. I’ll be right behind you,” was said encouragingly almost in his ear, a hint of amusement underlying in the voice.

“Again; if you’re curious then be my guest.”

“Excellent,” was purred, “I believe I will.”

The purr was his, usurped by whoever was behind him. Oracle was the familiar here and if the voice behind him had been another familiar, than he would have sensed him when the presence had first spoken.

“I believe that I’ll just leave you to your activities then. I’ve better things to do with my time.” Without turning towards whatever was behind him, he walked away at a tangent from the door, the sight of the rocks visible on the edge of his vision.

Laughter answered him and an arm looped around his waist drawing him back against a hard body. His arms were caught in that encirclement and the breath of the laughter stirred his hair from a higher angled mouth than his own.

“But you did give me permission. Be my guest you said.” A rubbing of skin against his temple accompanied the amused words, “but I think you’ll be my guest. I have accommodations that I’m sure you will enjoy. It’s difficult to lure a familiar,” there was a cough, “or I should say seduce a familiar without the proper inducements to make them pliable.”

Oracle felt the sharp teeth latch onto his nape freezing his ability to struggle. His feet left the ground, body lifted by the arm around his waist and the solid strides as they moved to and through the door.
What happened through that doorway he wasn’t sure. After the silk blindfold came over his eyes and the scent of catnip enclosed him, it all became hazy.

Later when he woke in his bed, he wasn’t even sure it wasn’t all a dream, one filled with intensely erotic pleasure. His ass didn’t feel different, no sore stretched muscles well used that he’d heard his friends talk of, though his mouth did have a taste foreign to his normal morning breath. Was it all a dream?

It took him a few minutes to talk himself out of trying to think of how to crawl back into that dream and his cock was definitely interested. Later, for his own curiosity he’d have to see if he could retrace his steps and find that door in the grassy field, if it existed, just to see if there really was a door, and nothing else he told himself. ( Read more... )

Meep said: no no no bad enough the cat trying to drink coffee all the time

Title: It was a Dark and Rainy Night
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 677

The glinting drops of rain falling caught the lights of a pub and the only inviting doorway in the dark. If there was alcohol surely there’d be coffee to take the chill out of his body while his fur dried. It had seemed the best option to be in his feline form, smaller and faster, to avoid the wetness. More fool him.

Morris flitted through the door as a leaving patron came out. Warmth, darkness lit with spots of light especially at the bar, and a congenial ambiance enveloped him and he didn’t even try to stop his purr. The lit bar drew him to leap up onto a stool, the words, “Coffee please,” spilling from his mouth.

“You sure you’re in the right place?” came from the dog on the seat next to him.

The barman had already moved down the bar to a hotplate picking up a mug on the way.

“I’d say so,” Morris purred as the barman automatically reached for the creamer. The man was not stupid.

“This is a canine bar. Pussies aren’t wanted here,”

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Okay this one is under cut because it's pretty much the stuff of nightmares. Still if one wanted an image for a potential evil menace to write into a story....
Or ..... victim.










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It's the same cuddle toy.