Perverts 'R' Us

No One Believes…

By Danyealle ( Mm/myth-beast, rape, non-cons, anal )

"So basically what you are telling me is…" the doctor said, letting the sentence trail off. He looked over at Wulf, eyes bright, trying to gauge his reaction.

Shaking his head, Wulf angrily stubbed out his cigarette in the already overflowing ashtray then glared at the doctor. "What I am saying is, I was raped by a housecat!" The tone was almost belligerent and his eyes flashed angrily, seemingly on fire.

Leaning back in the chair, the psychiatrist steepled his fingers under his nose and looked over at the young man. "I see…" Over his career he had heard many tales from people, some of the more far fetched ones coming from those poor souls suffering from one delusional disorder or another. But this one was a first for him, raped by a housecat. That is one he had never heard before in his whole career.

It was the emergency room staff that had called him in after they heard Wulfs' story, thinking it sounded too far-fetched to be real. Sitting with the young man after he had been examined and treated, Dr. Zen listened to him weave a tale about shape-shifters and sexual molestation that was unbelievable.

It had apparently started a few weeks before with a black stray cat Wulf had named Mynx. It started out the way it usually does, with people and stray cats, he left food out for him and something to drink. Gradually the cat came around more often. Finally the young man let the cat into his house and somewhat adopted him. More and more, the cat became attached to him, sleeping with him at night and staying close to him while he was home, a typical cat thing. It wasn't until that night that a hint of something different about the normal cat came into light.

As night fell, the full moon bathed everything in its silver glow. Mynx had started to act differently. While sitting in the living room and watching a movie Wulf noticed the cat start to pace back and forth, yowling and snarling a bit. Thinking something outside was agitating the cat, Wulf tried to pet and pick him up, thinking that would comfort him. But instead of allowing this like he normally did, the cat snarled and hissed at him before backing away and hiding under a chair, eyes peering out.

Having had many cats over his lifetime, Wulf knew to leave him alone and let him calm down before trying it again. As it grew later, the cat seemed to get more and more agitated. By bedtime Wulf wasn't even sure where Mynx was, inside or out, the cat door he had installed let the cat come and go as he wanted. After undressing, Wulf climbed into his bed and snuggled under the warm goose-down comforter and was soon fast asleep.

A couple of hours later, he felt the cat crawl up by him and instinctively reached out and stroked its soft fur. But something was different; he wasn't sure what it was, but some instinct told him there was something wrong. Opening his eyes, he looked at the black cat curled up on the pillow next to him. As usual, Mynx was curled up there, tail wrapped around his nose, looking at him. At first he wasn't sure what the difference was, but after a few minutes he realized the cat's eyes had somehow changed.

Propping himself up on an elbow he looked closer, the color was basically the same, but somehow the eyes were different, almost as if they were more human-looking, the pupils not as slit and narrow as before. Lifting his head, the cat stared at him, tail lashing back and forth purposefully before letting out a loud yowl. Standing up, Mynx arched his back and stretched before sitting down on his haunches and staring up at Wulf, tail swishing back and forth lazily.

Although the cat looked the same, Wulf was sure there was something different about it. Something that was making his skin prickle a bit and making his heart pound faster. Chiding himself for being stupid, Wulf had lain back down, reaching out to stroke the cat, eyes shut, trying to doze back off. Soon his hand seemed to be encountering something besides fur; it felt as though he was stroking human skin. Opening his eyes he found himself staring into the eyes of a large, naked man. Startled, he sat up and backed away, mouth hanging open, clutching the comforter to his naked chest.

Lazily, the man stretched out fully, he long, lean 6'3' inch lanky frame bunching as the muscles moved under the highly tanned skin. Propping himself up on one elbow, he looked over at Wulf and winked, a grin splitting his face and those greenish cat eyes twinkling merrily, as if the whole thing was a joke. "Well Wulf, I startled you a bit I see."

Backing up until he could feel the edge of the bed behind him, Wulf stared at the man, mouth agape, unable to come to terms with what he was seeing. Stammering badly, he did manage to get out, "How in the hell did you get in my house?"

Rolling onto his back, the man folded his hands behind his head, his grin never wavering, "You let me in of course, silly!" Winking at him, he then continued on, "Quite nice of you of course, it wasn't fun living on the streets and getting my meals out of garbage cans."

Shaking his head, Wulf swallowed, hearing his dry throat click, something was dawning on him but he didn't like where it was taking him. "No way! You can't be!" He stammered out, voice quivering a bit.

Grinning bigger, the man winked at him then said, his voice low and soft, like a cat's purr but with a human tenor to it, "But it can be and you know it, silly!" Turning onto his side, he faced the still shaking Wulf and winked, those eyes grinning, "Yes, I know this is a shock to you, but there wasn't any way to TELL you what I was when we met, you know."

Shaking his head more vigorously, Wulf was unable to speak or pull his eyes away from the stranger that had made himself so at home in his bed. In his younger years he had been fascinated with horror movies and stories, and had read many stories about were-creatures, but even he had known they weren't real. But here in his bed was one, if he believed that somehow Mynx had turned into a human. Part of his mind was slowly wrapping itself around that and believing it, but the more logical side was screaming at him that the man had broken in.

Rolling his eyes, the man shook his head, "Oh get over it already, will you? Yes, I was Mynx, the cat. My name is Chait and I am a Celilcan, a were-housecat. It's a full moon, so my blood and instinct have taken over so I decided to make myself known to you for what I am."

Showing that quickness cats were so known for, he quickly grabbed Wulf and in a couple of minutes had him sprawled on his back with Chait sitting astride his crotch, hands on his shoulders, holding him down. Grinning from ear to ear Chait winked at him, licking his lips. "Quit fighting, it's going to happen one way or another, resign yourself to it!"

The horror of what was about to happen slowly dawned on Wulf and he started to fight, but it was to no avail. Chait was far too strong and held him in place easily. Slowly, the big man shifted around until he was between Wulf's legs, his 8 inch cock standing out straight like a fleshy dagger, the head wet. Although Wulf wasn't a small man himself, 5'11", 195 lbs of toned, understated muscle, fighting seemed to make no difference whatsoever. Chait seemed to be stronger and more agile than he looked. Like so many rape victims Wulf made a decision that he would second-guess for years to come. He quit fighting and lay there, taking it. His reasoning being that he was quite sure that if he fought too hard he would end up seriously injured, and Chait would take what he wanted anyway.

Winking down at him, Chait grinned bigger, "Smart move. No matter how hard you fought I would have gotten what I wanted in the end." Holding his erection out in front of him like a dagger, he leaned over Wulf and looked down into his eyes, licking his lips. "Relax, you will like it." He purred in a hoarse, husky voice.

Looking up into those cat eyes, Wulf shivered. As he moved and flexed, Wulf could see the man's muscles bunch and relax, showing their obvious power underneath the tanned skin. More and more he was feeling better about his decision.

Leaning over the prostrate man, Chait kissed him roughly, his black, longish locks tumbling down over his forehead, partially covering his eyes. Parting his lips with his tongue, he let it slip inside and entangle itself with Wulf's, an animalistic growl slipping from him. While doing this he rubbed his throbbing member up and down the shivering man's clenched anus, wetting it with his thick juices.

Getting up on his knees, chuckling deeply, he looked down at Wulf and winked, his grin seeming to get bigger, "Loosen up or it's going to hurt. But either way it's going in!"

Gritting his teeth, Wulf tried to relax, but his body didn't seem to want to follow his commands. It still remained tightly wound up, like the main spring of a clock, shaking violently. Every muscle in his body seemed to be twitching and sweat was pouring off of him in rivers, drenching the sheets he was laying on. Over and over his mind was screaming about how this just had to be a bad dream; that it wasn't really happening to him.

Grinning, he winked down at the man beneath him, seeing how his mousy blonde hair was saturated and clinging to his skull and his hazel eyes were wide with terror. Then with one long, rough stroke he drove the hard, throbbing spike that was his cock deep into the man's ass, feeling it spasm at the abrupt and brutal entrance. Without giving the younger man a chance to get used to it, he started to thrust into his ass hard, roughly fucking the now no longer virgin hole in long, deep strokes, feeling the muscles grip it.

Arching off the bed and letting out a strangled cry, Wulf's body seemed to scream at the searing pain that seemed to accompany the brutal entrance. Each thrust in and out felt like it was raking the tender membranes raw, making the nerves spasm. But despite the pain from the violation and his unwillingness his cock rose to full-mast, an impressive 7 inches standing up straight and tall away from his body. Shutting his eyes, he tried to concentrate on something, anything, else, trying to distance himself from his traitorous body.

Growling loudly, Chait started to trust into the tight ass harder and faster, feeling the tightness milk his cock. As he got closer and closer to his climax, he became more animalistic, his fingers growing long, curved claws that clung and dug into Wulf's hips, drawing small drops of blood. His incisors elongated and grew sharper, the sharp fangs of a cat emerging. The pupils of his eyes narrowed, becoming more cat-like. Even his cock changed, narrowing and growing the barb on it that all cats had, effectively hooking them together.

Letting out a howl of pain as the barb dug into his sensitive flesh, Wulf shook violently all over. But even then his cock throbbed harder, signaling an orgasm was coming, like it or not.

Giving one last hard, deep thrust, Chait snarled loudly and came, shooting deep into Wulf's sore passage, burying himself up to the hilt. Once the intense orgasm was finished, he shifted back to cat form and lay there cleaning himself.

As the throbbing in his ass started, his own powerful orgasm happened, spraying his juices all over his slightly-furred stomach. Curling up into a ball, he held himself, shaking and shivering until the cat left. That is when he dragged himself out of bed and dressed, taking himself to the emergency room for stitches and treatment.

After telling his tale and getting stitches, several of the claw marks were deep enough to require them, they called in Dr. Zen to talk to him, thinking the tale was hallucinatory and caused by a mental illness. Dr. Zen talked to the staff, looked at the records, and then talked to Wulf himself. He told the staff that, while the tale was probably a figment of the man's imagination, he was in no danger to himself or others. The wounds were obviously not self-inflicted, and that he was safe to be released.

It was obvious to Wulf that no one believed him, but at least it was on record. After they finished with him he went home, still sore and now very tired and stressed out. When he walked into the house, there on the sofa lying stretched out to his full length naked was Chait. Grinning at Wulf he stretched and sat up, "Well, it appears that without knowing it, I drew blood. Sorry to say that next month you will be like me, old chap. So you had best get used to the idea."

His mind screaming, Wulf shook his head, not wanting to believe it. How could a stray cat cause this nightmare?