The filthy kitty...

Kimberly.

Kimberly Ann Grant had a serious problem, and one that she wasn’t at all sure she had the slightest idea how to deal with...

For, within the humble room that had been shared with a once bright-eyed and excitable young man with, well, the most curiously alluring features, now lay a testament to what felt like an accumulation of all her very worst decisions...

For some, the scene might not have appeared so appalling nor outrageous. The cozy backdrop to the frankly heinous misdeed she’d committed both charming and, in its own right, comfortable.

The furnishings were certainly not what one might call chic, nor was the mattress precisely new...

However, the air of rustic simplicity offered by the worn but clean floorboards and simple faux hand-carved furniture had definitely, at the time, been an excellent addition to the mood.

With a large window overlooking a grand and fantastical metropolitan community, now shuttered and closed to hide away the darkness that lay within. And the once roaring hearth that, only earlier the previous night, had seemed so warm and inviting, now reduced little more than coals and embers in its electronic mimicry...

The atmosphere of passion and shameful debauchery that had overtaken the small room and those within it had long since petered out... Yes, it had been a one-night stand to remember! One filled with many firsts for her chosen partner!

It was a special evening that was not only satisfying but even helped her cross off one of the many lines on her own bucket list!

True, perhaps fucking the lights out of a twink cosplaying as a cat person was unconventional so far as most people’s tastes might be concerned... However, Kimberly had never promised either herself nor the world at large that she was anything different than who she was.

Oh, she’d dominated that filthy-kitty-slut and made him beg for each sweet, sweet release. Revelling in the overwhelming satisfaction that had been a near-sleepless and pleasurable night! One in which she’d ensured her nocturnal companion worked for every sinful ounce of her approval.

But that’s what one bargained for when they chose to head home from a comic convention with a woman who was dressed up as a succubus!

Hell, she’d even cracked her whip for the guy and commanded him to kneel on the ground! Ordering him to wrap himself around her toned and leather-strapped leg for the picture his friends had taken!

An event that had clearly excited the young man and his cheering compatriots. Naturally if that wasn’t a sign that someone was willing to be her bottom for the evening, then they were either oblivious or simply stupid...

No, the evening had been magical, and regardless of what some might assume, Kimberly was positive the young man had enjoyed each loving moment spent beneath her thumb. She was a dedicated and accommodating dominatrix, after all. And she prided herself on being able to get nearly anyone into the mood once straying too far from prying eyes.

S-sadly, as with most of life’s greatest pleasures, their short but sweet time together hadn’t been long for the world. And eventually, as it always did, the sun had threatened to dawn upon a new day.

Just like that, their lovely night together had been cut short. And it had been time to kick her little cuddling kitty out of her room so she could shower and get ready for round two at the convention.

Kimberly rarely dined twice upon the same morsel, be they man or women.

She was a creature of the hunt!

Never quite so happy nor pleased with herself as she was when finding new and exuberant virgins to the ways of her tender ministrations!

One's who were, as always, oh so fun to break in...

Watching them transition from nervously exited anticipation to their corrupted and depraved inner selves as they worshiped at the altar of her body was indescribable.

The way they suckled so needily at her thumb as she whispered everything was going to be okay if they just—relaxed... accepting her intrusion with quivering little shivers.

How they peered up at her with naught but complete trust and a willingness to do as she bade them...

That wonderful moment when they began nestling into whichever part of her was nearest to their face... nuzzling like a newborn calf did their mother while seeking comfort.

It all offered a sensation of power that transcended mere mortal worries such as money or fame. Transforming the very idea of it all as she replaced their ideals, reservations and predilections with her own views on such matters. Which, was why she even went to these things in the first place!

Sure, Kimberly could, by the strictest definition, be classified as something of a nerd, given her interests beyond the sensual... But the reality was that she didn’t enjoy the more mercantile aspect of the culture.

Not nearly so much as she did dressing up and playing out her favourite role.

Ever since she’d been but a small girl, tugged onto the lap of her father as he played dungeons and dragons with all his friends, Kimberly had been besotted with the fantastical to a degree that rightly approached adoration.

Yet, the truth of the matter was that she wore a mask while in costume because she’d of likely died on the inside of sheer mortification otherwise! Doubly so if anyone she knew from her regular life caught wind of her more peculiar interests...

Sure, being seen as a geek could have negative connotations attached to it in their own right; however, those didn't really bother her anymore. Even if there had been a brief stint in her life where she'd rejected all things fantastical because of it...

Rather, as it happened, it had been the awakening of her more X-rated inclinations within the realm of it all that had truly recaptured the old childhood magic that adulthood had tried to so thoroughly squash like a bug.

Plus, after someone had spent a night doing all the utterly degrading things she so often coaxed her partners into during their stay in her hotel room. It really didn’t matter if they were proud of what they’d done or seen her face...

Nobody in their right mind liked to admit they got pegged amazon style and liked it to their friends... And those that did, well, they weren’t at all the same sort of person she had to worry about.

Thus, her secret was, by in large, safe.

As a point of fact, her issue, as it were, wasn’t born of some deep-seated despair that her secretive hobby would somehow be exposed to the world, conceivably through the means of an uploaded video or picture.

No, blackmail was not persisting as her predominant worry.

Nor did it stem from a more mundane and potentially easier problem to deal with.

Her costume hadn’t been irreparably torn or damaged; her purse and wallet hadn’t been stolen or forgotten at the bar... Her gladiator’s heels hadn’t snapped, her whip hadn’t been misplaced. Neither had the four boxes of condoms on the dresser, personally stocked by her’s truly, been fully expended; thusly, pregnancy was not a concern.

She was on the pill regardless; she’d be a hypocrite if she didn’t follow her own lesson plans!

No, no, no, no, no.

Her issue was not nearly so provincial as what might be named as a first-world problem! And, one only needed to take a slightly detailed look towards the bed and, by extension, the body that lay upon it to really comprehend the significance of her situation...

The young man was dead.

As in dead, dead.

As in, his body was now a lifeless corpse.

The ghost had given up the fight!

His soul had departed to the great, great beyond!

His heart, bless its intrepid determination and spirit in the face of an admittedly ruthless mistress, had surrendered to weakness...

Okay, dark humour aside, Kimberly had a dead body in her hotel room that was simultaneously chained to the bedframe, naked and covered in copious amounts of her bodily fluids and assorted genetic materials...

Yeah... Kimberly was a weird girl, and she enjoyed sharing that weirdness with anyone willing to enter her domicile of perversion with welcoming arms!

Yet still, even this dire description of the circumstances truly failed to capture the overarching concerns and questions that ran through the woman’s mind.

Yes, the dead body was disturbing to behold and probably a significantly concerning issue in and of itself. And yes, she was very, very alarmed by it all!

And who wouldn’t be? After all, without the proper context to the situation, one might rightly assume that she’d fucked and abused the life right out of her submissive kitty and murdered him whilst in the throws of passion!

Perhaps, the police would presume she’d accidentally smothered him with her bubbly ass while he’d desperately tried to satiate her from below... No doubt, bumping each other’s fists in salute to their fallen brother, even as they cuffed her and made jokes about how it was a shame it hadn’t been them who’d died as all men dream.

Trapped and suffocated betwixt the luscious and athletic thighs and buttocks of a dominant school teacher.

Honestly, the headlines would be as scandalous as they’d be hilarious...

“High-school teacher murders young man seven years younger than herself and dressed as a cat. The nineteen-year-old victim was found bound and gagged in the suspect’s room. And, had his tongue lolling out of his fucked-silly face with a nine-inch protrusion still sticking from his puckered star...”

The article, as it were, practically wrote itself! But, again, even these colorful but nevertheless accurate descriptors weren’t what one might name the crux behind her true worries...

As if to accentuate this point, Kimberly nearly squealed and leapt from her skin as she felt something smooth and soft brush against her lower leg…

Again...

It was all she could reasonably do to shudder with abject anxiety. One of her hands reached out to strangle the offending thing that she’d, at some point, let go of for the third time… Presumably while still stuck in her stupor of disbelief for what was happening.

Like before, she quickly learned the folly of white-knuckling the swaying appendage. Mostly because she felt the genuine shock of sensitivity along its way up an utterly foreign aspect of her body. Tingling across its length before it began traversing her spinal column!

Not pain, mind you. No, that wasn’t the exact way she’d describe it. However, in all honesty, to explain how precisely its tingling, static sensitivity affected her was not very PG-13…

What, pray tell, might one query as to which appendage it was that could both be strangled by her delicate hands and brush against her shin, to begin with? Well, the answer to that particularly specific question was complicated…

Unless, of course, one’s mind was so heinously lewd that they thought she had a twenty-inch python dangling from her crotch.

Get your filthy minds out of the gutter!

The short of it all was, that it, with no easier way to explain it, was her tail. And perhaps if one were to get a little more in-depth, it was her costume’s tail by all semblance of appearances, only now, it was animated.

The wrist-thin, lithe and flexible thing had been a staple of her attire! And it really brought the whole ensemble together! Doubling as both a buttplug for her guilty pleasure and a cute cosmetic! Which, at the time, had really helped her get in the mood while strutting around in her getup.

The problem, as it were, was that the tail had been long since discarded after she’d, well, had herself tongued quite thoroughly in that wonderful region. The object itself yet lying on the bed from where she’d pulled it out of herself before offering it to her guest to suckle…

H-however, the larger concern was that this latest addition to herself was not quite what one might name an accessory. Oh no! It was very real…

From the elongated and strangely bulbous heart-shaped tip of its scaled, nearly silicone form. And all the way towards the gradually broadening and prohibitively sensitive base that now attached itself just above her tensed-round-cheeks.

Affixed as though grafted to her own spine in an unquestionably odd deviation from normal human physiology. The appendage in question seeming as live and active as her own beating heart… complete with an active pulse.

Worse still, it was not the only curious but nevertheless present change that her person had, seemingly overnight, been afflicted with. Nor, unfortunately, was it the most prominent; however, it was nonetheless a near-perfect segue into her troubles at hand that, quite frankly, transcended a mere cadaver laying over the sheets.

Once more, Kimberly Ann Grant, a tenth-grade P.E and sometimes stand-in geography teacher at Saint-Julian’s high school of Cambridge, Massachusetts. Fur-mother of two toy poodles that her parents were currently watching and sister to her three terrible and brotherly siblings, looked sidelong towards the polished bronze mirror resting on the wall. Staring with silent contemplation into the glowing bubblegum pink gaze of a creature that watched her from within…

The stranger shared in many of Kimberly’s features, from her long wavy hair, now snow-white and devoid of its ruddy color, to the familiar pallor of her Irish and freckled skin…

Even her facial structure was, upon first glance, her’s but changed, more defined, less full around the cheeks and decidedly imperious… With much crisper lines, chiseled edges and an all-together icy form.

It was a gaze of undeniable haunting beauty when peered upon.

Her nose lacked the once subtle indications of a childhood fracture, or pores, for that matter. Her lips appeared fuller, plump and pouty, filled with an excess of crimson color.

Various other features of her person had been simultaneously smoothed and sharpened in differing places that, for all intents and purposes, seemed as though they’d been filtered through a technological lens, only it was flesh rather than a picture that she looked at…

What was stranger was what one saw when they peered even higher. Bypassing perfectly sculpted brows and a densely thick forest of cascading winter waves. Moving upwards to behold the twin obsidian protrusions that curved around the side of her head to taper at her temples.

Each like some profane crown of malfeasant intent. Which, when combined with the silver goat-like pupils of the figure’s hypnotic gaze, well… it wasn’t hard to garner exactly which type of demon the stranger in the reflection most resembled…

It was a perhaps coincidental appearance not at all unfamiliar to her. Yet, one equally alien in its unexpected presence… The horns, the contacts, the tail and makeup, all of it had been supplanted and re-applied with both fervor and extreme dedication to the craft of cosplay.

The effort, in all honesty, amounted to something well beyond her own meagre capabilities to replicate. Only none of it was even remotely temporary…

The horns stuck fast to her skull no matter how hard she tugged at them!

The dark and inky outline of her eyes and long extensions of her lashes refused to be smudged or removed!

The bloody and crimson saturation of her full and thick lips would not wipe away or leave a residue upon the back of her hands, no matter how hard she worked at them!

And, through all of it, the dark talon-like nails on her elegantly elongated fingers, the claws that could furrow divots into the wood which were affixed to her slender toes, the tail, the glowing eyes, her hairless flesh below the neck! And yes, even the addition of significant weight at her once padded chest, all of it paled before the reality that was the state of the other person in the room with her!

Yes, she knew that demonic features suddenly appearing as though she were a demon herself could be viewed as more significant than the mere presence of a single dead body. And, as it happened, she agreed with that sentiment. Yet, the nature of her sexual partner’s state of being vis a vis his mortality was not what she’d been talking about!

Now, Kimberly couldn’t have ever said she was a superstitious sort. Sure, she liked the idea of the concept. And had even wished it were real when she was younger. Yet even as her brain seemed to remain calm throughout her very tangible shift in reality, what really caused it all to hit home was the shrivelled and emaciated state of the dead cat-boy…

There were other aspects, of course. The first among those second to the previously mentioned being a coating of all too real pelt that seemed to line the deceased’s flesh like a skin-tight fur suit.

Admittedly, the effect was far less bulky than the usual kind of folks who walked about in the more stigmatic costumes. But that was neither here nor there.

Rather, his flesh held a similar definition to that of a freshly shaved dog. A tail was also present, naturally, given the young man’s costume. Yet, much as her own had been, the once alive young man had, in a very strange amalgamation of fantasy and reality, also seemed to grow an extra appendage that wasn’t required to be inserted into one’s rectum.

Not to say that his own had been of a similar design from the start…

From head to, well, in his case, paws, the prune-like husk before her was, in every semblance of the word, a demi-human that shared half his features with that of the feline species!

If things were beginning to sound just a bit absurd, then one surely could come to terms with why Kimberly herself, who was in all actually, present for all these strange proceedings, was sort of freaking the fuck out!

Again, a dead body was one thing...

Sure!

A terrible and horrifying mistake that was equally life-ending as it would be haunting for the remainder of her days! Fine, she could accept that. And yet, when mixed with everything else, the loss of life just didn’t land the same way it ought to in more, dare she say, normal circumstances…

People could claim what they wanted for all she cared, because Kimberly just so happened to know that she wasn’t in her world anymore!

Of course, this brilliant revelation stemmed entirely from the knowledge that her current reality wasn’t something that could exist back home!

Not only did animal people not truly make up some hidden part of the world’s population. But soul-sucking demons who just so happened to spend twenty-six years of their lives as perfectly normal humans, minus her fetishes, only to suddenly wake up as their alternate ego… Well, it simply didn’t happen!

It was make-believe! Fantasy! A creepy tale that one might find while browsing for spooky short stories online! Thus, she was in an alternate reality! There was simply no other way to explain it!

Now, as to if so said magical realm existed entirely within the confines of her own dying mind as she lay in some hospital bed. Maybe while little more than a drooling vegetable after some aneurysm or another equally terrifying malady… Or she’d somehow been stolen from her home world was anyone’s guess.

However, if she were a betting woman, which she was not, Kimberly would air on the side of ridiculousness, no matter how absurd it sounded. For the sole reason that everything around her seemed to possess a certain corporeal tangibility that was difficult to ignore…

Dream rules and their frank asinine complex mysteries aside, Kimberly had never had a fantasy, sleeping or otherwise, that felt this visceral. Which, by process of elimination, left her with some significant pills to swallow…

She might have laughed; she could have cried! She quite possibly even wanted to run and hide beneath her parents’ blankets and hope it all went away!

Yet, Kimberly was a big girl now and regardless of how her inner self wished to default right to escapism, working world Kim was as cruel as she was already deadened to existence…

One did not so easily teach teenagers just coming into the prime of their social strata and egos without some thick skin and a spine to go with it.

So, taking a deep breath, she did her best to compartmentalize what she was working with.

“The obvious thing to do is hide the body.” She announced to herself, words filling the room as though, perhaps, she was trying to bounce the idea off the very universe itself!

A little interdimensional back-and-forth brainstorming that helped in an odd way, even if no one was actually listening…

“Nobody really knows what I look like this year other than the man in question… and ugh… Willy… B-but! I’d bet dollars to doughnuts that this shitty motel doesn’t have the camera coverage needed to show if anyone came back with me last night...”

She bit her lip, wincing slightly as she was, re-reminded that some, if not all of her teeth were now both quite serrated and abhorrently sharp… A detail that wasn’t at all lost on her when pertaining to precisely what her potential new diet entailed…

Thankfully, Kimberly enjoyed her steaks medium-rare, so meat wasn’t exactly an issue… However, she did note that, despite the apparent danger posed, her skin did not actually break…

There would be tests, many, many tests in her near future if all this was to become a more permanent fixture in her life. But for the time being, she had a crisis to manage.

“Can’t really drag him out of the room...” She sighed, staring at the body and its reduced state and figuring that, while she could likely carry it, the risk of being seen while doing so was, simply put, too much…

“Alternatively, we could try and, I don’t know…wrap him in a bunch of sheets and blankets, but no… I’m on the second damned floor and… just no...”

Growling now and startled by how animalistic and sinister it sounded, Kimberly let out a long breath, running a hand down her face as she headed back over to the windows to make sure of her surroundings.

As much as it was fun to imagine the Earth was gone and she’d been transported to a magical wonderland, it also wasn’t likely to be an authentic happenstance.

That being said, to assume much of anything at this point was foolish. No, her best bet was to simply gather as much information as she could and figure a way out of this mess…

Outside, a familiar landscape spread across an urban jungle of concrete and steel. The fairgrounds that had been attached to the colossal complex where the greater portion of the convention took place was the same artfully decorated medieval village it had been but hours before.

The extensive tourney arenas where armed and armored men and women dressed in full steel-plated regalia fought for both fun and somewhat lucrative prizes was, thankfully, still in the distance.

As was the massive beer tent, the stage, the booths and all manner of other attractions, from rides to the petting zoo. It was all still there, silent as the grave in its yet shrouded and early morning state…

Though the room hadn’t been inexpensive by any sense of the word, given it boasted such close proximity to the festivities. And was, in its own way, part of the whole package when it came to a genuinely immersive experience. The place actually did, much as all the attractions, still run on the power grid, despite how rugged and cheap-looking most of its interior was.

Despite its intentions to be a true-to-life ancient inn of the past, its patrons still demanded of its owners all the modern comforts that a typical hotel would possess. As such, the marvel of electricity existed. And even in this somewhat shoddy room, it was present all around her, albeit in an appreciatively subtle way.

Still, she didn’t trust the alarm clock resting on the dresser, instead heading over to her purse to rustle through it while seeking her phone.

After a few moments and some extended care while handling the small device with her vicious new claws, more using her knuckles to operate the damned thing. Kimberly confirmed what the dim skies already told her.

It was morning, just slightly after five A.M. And in less than what felt like a comparative handful of minutes, the outside world would come alive with both luminance and people.

She didn’t have long… and time was, in an entirely real sense, now running out for her…