Cat Blanc Novels & Stories

One for men and one for women. The woman's curtains moved first as a large sleek panther stepped out. Its fur was a dark coffee brown color that was a few shades darker than Calix. The bright amber eyes dancing as Calix launched himself at the lean creature, hugging one of its legs. She was as tall as she was in human form, making her just a few inches bigger than me if you didn’t count her ears.

However, I have a question about this marking business and hope like hell I'm wrong. "When you say mark each other, are you talking about when cats raise their tails and spray pee to mark their territory? Are you going to have Viper raise his tail and spray me with panther pee? I think I may have a problem with that." I scrunch my face up in disgust, and Shaun begins laughing so hard he has to hold his side.

They wouldn't stop tickling. Something brushed against my side and I glanced up to see a beautiful calico wolf. The overall color was brown, with blonde and orange patches mixed in. I had never seen such a gorgeous dog in my life. I couldn't help but wonder if the calico cat law applies to the canines, too. It was rare to see a calico cat that wasn't female. Most of the time, a "calico" male cat was a "tortoise". "Hey, Lil!" I shouted above the music.

They did trust me upon the mention of that huge Green slant-eyed beast as Ryley himself saw it, but they narrowed their eyes when I mentioned a wild tall cat! After the Orc thingy, when I was walking that foolish mate of mine to her house, we were attacked by a 'Phantom wild cat'. It was larger than my own size with a big saucer like huge round dark red eyes that flickered. It was not your typical wild cat walking on four legs— but something that walked like a human, on two legs!!! I know that's unbelievable but awfully true. It was in fact of bright fluorescent green colour. Its claws were somewhat about four inches tall with dirty pointed dark red canines.

Bartolo and Mala were both in their chimaera mode and looked nothing like they usually do. Bartolo had a larger body that was covered in thick white fur. His feet were like a cat’s with huge and sharp claws. He had two right arms but still one left arm that was all muscular. His third arm was scaly while the other arms were also covered in white fur. He had one horn growing from his forehead like a demon’s. And his eyes were black with red irises.

"It's better he does it out here than by throwing your silver decorations at my face." Matteo looked out at his nephew, his features completely still. "Julian told me you spent the morning organizing the laundry room for those animals." "They're cats, Mr. Alcantara. They have names," I corrected him, pulling my legs up onto the bench and crossing them. "The orange one is Nacho, the gray one is Smokey, and the little chaotic one is Biscuit. You should try memorizing them. It’s good for your brain."

She stood up and slowly peeled off her tight little shorts down and kicked them aside. 'No underwear,' Shamira thought, staring at the jaguar's kitty. Then Renata tossed her shirt aside. It was obvious that she loved showing off her wild side. Her bones and muscles and organs shifted under her skin, and a light coat of yellow-gold and black fur crept up. Soon, there was a two-hundred-plus pound cat lying on the floor, its tongue lolling absently. "Clara was right," Shamira whispered, reaching her hand out and stroking the fur between Renata's ears, then giving her a scratch. "You are a beautiful cat!" She scratched the jag's cheeks and found out that big cats can sometimes purr.

The smell hits me, and I grimace. "Audrey," I say in a warning tone, "that better not be—" "TEQUILA!" She yells and I groan. Tequila is the sure-fire way to get me both hammered and horny, and she damn well knows this. "Come on, Kat," she says in her sweetest voice, pouting at me then grinning at Dan. She passes Mark a glass. "Why are there five?" I ask her.

"Hello, baby girl!" "Wow! A cat!" That was the next thing her daughter noticed. "I hope you don't mind if I bring the cat along. She's quite clingy, so I decided to bring her with me," James explained, gesturing towards the white fluffy cat. "What's his name, Uncle James?!" Lacey asked excitedly as she took the cat from James' arms. "He?" "Yes, it's a male Himalayan cat!" Lacey spreads the cat's legs to show its genital opening, indicating it's a male.

Cat panted, trying to get closer to his hand at her breast. Cat curved her spine and pushed her breast into his hand, crying out “Eric!”