Joanna hasn't been a catgirl for long, but has been forced to content with her feelings. She's in love with her male best friend and wants her first sexual experiences in her new body to be with him. How will our horny heroine's night go? (two-part MTF hetero cat girl caption) (Part 2 on Deviant Art in the next 2-3 days!)


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Story Text:


"W-- What?  Why are you looking at me like that?"  Joanna blushed, moving an arm to cover her nude chest.

Michael trembled, staring at the nude catgirl beneath him.  Her shape was perfect-- her body language was adorable and feminine.  How could this impeccable, womanly feline be his best friend of a decade?  "You're just so damn hot..."  He leaned in and kissed her neck, sucking gently while sliding a hand between her legs.

Joanna gasped and parted her legs as Michael's fingers slid down her waist and brushed over her pubic mound.  When they found the cleft of her sex, she shivered and let out a small cry.  She felt such heat-- such sensitivity and need boiling between her legs.

"Is this okay?"  Michael asked, pressing a finger through the folds.

"Y-- Yes, it's o-- ahhh...."  Joanna moaned when his fingertip brushed against her clit and started to move in a slow, circular motion.  Her hips arched and pushed against his hand as a throbbing tension bubbled up within the tiny nerve bundle.  She felt she might melt right then and there as milky, pleasurable waves spread through her sex.

A month ago, Joanna had been a heterosexual man, but the world was a strange place.  One mysterious illness and a supportive friend later, she found herself head over heels in love and needing sexual release more than she could adequately express.

She accepted Michael's kisses and touching, gasping and moaning as her tail swished and thumped the bed.  When a clitoral orgasm hit, she let out a sharp gasp and felt her vulva quiver while her vagina spasmed in response.  How could it feel so damned good?

Joanna briefly opened her eyes, glancing down as she saw the shape of a gorgeous, shapely woman writhing and trembling.  Instead of her old sex, she watched her body's v-line taper down to a cleft between her legs where Michael's fingers probed and pleasured.  There was nothing remotely male remaining, was there?

When Michael kissed her deeply, she reciprocated, moving her tongue over his while the lust and need grew.  The tension within her clit boiled over, becoming too much to bear as a powerful, climactic orgasm exploded from the tiny nub and cascaded through her nethers.  She felt it throughout her pelvis and lower body, nearly melting into the stream of pure bliss while letting out small cries and purrs of pleasure.

When that started to subside, she was still left with a powerful desire.  Her vagina quivered and ached, leaving her feeling empty and with a desire to be filled.  "M-- Michael..."  Joanna stammered, looking into his eyes.  She wasn't ready for the night to end quite yet.