Anthro Cat Novels & Stories

By the time he reached her and the light of the sun lit his features, Cat was almost ready to hide behind her savior, but the sight of him surprised her too much. The gigantic giant wore stylized tattoos on his face, neck and neck, but his expression was friendly, his demeanor formal and polite. An astute look from soft, dark eyes rested on her, a good-natured smile twisted her full lips. His bronze skin, high cheekbones, and long silky black hair suggested an Indian ancestry. "I am happy to meet you, Catlynn." Now one of his large paws was held out to her and he waited for her reaction. When Cat hesitantly grabbed it and shook it, his smile widened, then he folded his arms behind his back.

As I hop off my bed and done preparing, it's time for a conscientious masking for socializing with humans because creatures like me was in a very great danger in their hands. I'm an anthromorph, an animal in a human body geometry. I can transmute into human and into my animal trait alternatively but having ears, tail, sharp fangs and the eyes of a wolf in a human form was my true identity. I was one of the rarest Anthromorph Traits that ever exist. I'm a wolf anthromorph with hermaphroditism which made me a uniqie man-wolf anthromorph. Because of my hermaphroditism, I have heats and I am able to conceive an offspring and that was the reason I'm being extra careful outside my home.

Ethan said, pointing to Claudius and Hughes. He looked between the three. Confused, then cleared his throat, not wanting to make things any more awkward than they already were, so he didn't push the subject. Even though he was curious how not only were three people mates, but one of them was a human. "Oh! Um, What kind of cat shifter is it?" Timothy asked, hoping it was another cheetah. How wonderful would that be to see another cheetah! "Oh, no, it's not a shifter. It's an orange fluffy cat. He's my little peanut!" Ethan said.

I say, looking at the address in Roseville, California. "I talked to the woman who runs the homes; her name is Cat. The way she spoke about those in her homes, you can tell they're not just kids in her care. They're her family. I hope some of the pups ended up there. That would be the best outcome." Anton packs up the papers as our breakfast is served. A werelion named Cat, what are the chances?

"It was called Powder. It had pink and white fur, too. Just like you." I went rigid. The comments had said it was his brother's cat. Why was he saying it was his? [Huh? Did the male lead remember wrong? Wasn't that cat raised by Mr. Stafford?] [Maybe he loved it so much he just treated it like his own. He's an ailurophile, after all.] [So the male lead treats the supporting female character differently because she resembles his old cat? See? There's no way he actually likes her.] Ian paid no attention to my stiffened body. He continued calmly.

The Antar family had declined to stay through supper as the baby was getting tired and would most likely fuss through the meal. Before dinner was served, there was commotion in the back of the hall. I sat, spellbound as three kids shifted into their feline forms. I saw a tiger, reddish brown with bold black stripes, a female jaguar with golden brown fur and a white underbelly to compliment the black rosettes all over her, and a bobcat, smaller than the other two by far, but fierce looking with his pointed ears and black tipped tail. They shifted back and forth effortlessly as they caused utensils to rise and float, glasses to be filled with water without hands on the pitchers, and someone b

“My pussy cat smells so good.” Pandora flinched, slightly amused by Kingston’s continued sniffing of her scent. The man wasn’t alone. He’d brought three kittens; cute and adorable. If Pandora had to guess, the face and build of the hybrid cat resembled a puma, but its markings and stripes were like those of a cheetah. “I want to hold one.” They were still small. Not nearly as intimidating as Kingston’s other cats. Pandora picked one up. She stroked the cat’s soft fur. She giggled as Kingston’s intense gaze fixed on her.

I know I’m as good as dead. I wake up when Athena moves slightly. There is a bang on our door. I shoot up in time to see Zane coming through the door knife in hand. “No,” Athena screams as the knife flys at her. She dodges it because Athena is not a wolf. Athena is a werecat, a Leopard to be exact. Her reflexes are unmatched.

“Chicken? Cow?” Growling, he pushed her up against the nearest tree, and she could feel how hard he was already. As she rubbed him through his jeans, she added, “Cat? Chameleon? Look, Anthony, there are so many animals that start with the letter C.” He kissed her throat, licking her skin before biting down between her neck and shoulder. “Camel?” she guessed. “No, wait, we should get a capybara—” “Thea, do you want me to put you over my knee and spank you?” His eyes gleamed.

The kitten turns its ears away and rubs its forehead against my hand. "No biting," I say, pulling my hand back to avoid it. The cat immediately drops its ears, as if sad, and then nods. ? Did I see it wrong? After I bought it, I read up on elves. Humanoid elves are infinitely close to humans in both intelligence and appearance, and can communicate normally. However, most beast-like elves only have the intelligence of beasts, and even if they can understand human language, they are unlikely to respond in an anthropomorphic way. It must be my imagination...