No-one Likes a Wet Cat (B25Mitch and bloodrose)
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Exotic Solos =&gt; Topic started by: bloodrose on 18-12-2010, 12:41:21</h2>
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				Title: <strong>No-one Likes a Wet Cat (B25Mitch and bloodrose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 12:41:21</strong>
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				The skinny cat mewed pitifully, and tried once more to claw her way out of the box.&nbsp; &nbsp;If that idiot hadn’t put this collar on her she could shift and get the hell out of here, although where she was, and where she would go, she didn’t know.&nbsp; She hissed as rain dripped through the opening in the lid of the box, and her paw batted away the drops that were falling on her fur.&nbsp; <br>Her ears pricked up and her eyes widened as she heard a noise.&nbsp; A soft miaow escaped her mouth almost involuntarily.&nbsp; The noise got closer.&nbsp; &nbsp;She cowered in the corner of the box, as she heard a voice muttering to itself, and a huge hand thrust its fingers in through the opening.&nbsp; She was so scared she couldn’t prevent herself from taking a swipe at those fingers, her claws fully extended, and she was both terrified and gratified, when she heard a yelp of pain.&nbsp; The box opened and she hissed and growled as she saw a man’s face peering in.&nbsp; She fought and scratched, twisted and wriggled, trying to get her sharp teeth anywhere near his flesh, but it was no good, he had her clasped firmly, and no matter how hard she tried she was getting nowhere, all she was doing was using what little energy she had left.&nbsp; She calmed herself and went limp as he held her.&nbsp; That few moments of strenuous activity made her realise how weak she was, for it was several days since she had eaten.&nbsp; She had lapped at rainwater from time to time, so she wasn’t totally dehydrated, but she knew her normally slender form was now uncomfortably thin, her beautiful glossy fur now looking stringy and unkempt.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: No-one Likes a Wet Cat (B25Mitch and bloodrose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>B25Mitch</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 02:45:56</strong>
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				He was glad he brought an umbrella.&nbsp; The rain was pouring now, and he had quite the walk home.&nbsp; He was about half way when he heard a strange scratching noise.&nbsp; It was from a box on the corner.&nbsp; Written on it was simply 'free cat'.&nbsp; "What a shame.&nbsp; Leaving that out in the rain," he muttered.&nbsp; He held the umbrella over the box and opened it.&nbsp; Inside, he saw a cute, if pathetic looking, cat.&nbsp; It's brown fur was matted and wet.&nbsp; He reached in and picked it up, and it suddenly began thrashing around, scratching and biting at him.&nbsp; "Stop that.&nbsp; I'm trying to help you."&nbsp; Almost as if it could understand him, it calmed down and let him hold it.&nbsp; He held it against his chest.<br><br>Once he got home, he put the cat down gently on the couch.&nbsp; He finally noticed the collar around its neck.&nbsp; He was surprised that there wasn't a tag.&nbsp; He shook his head and got a saucer of milk.&nbsp; "Here you go."
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				Title: <strong>Re: No-one Likes a Wet Cat (B25Mitch and bloodrose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 12:28:39</strong>
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				<em>At last, somewhere warm and dry</em> she thought to herself as he placed her on the couch.&nbsp; She looked around warily, feeling a little trapped but the door was open, and she was sure she could get past the man if necessary. She would bide her time to see what he would do.&nbsp; Being here on this soft couch was certainly better than being confined in that smelly wet box.<br><br>She blinked up at him as he came back towards her, holding out something, <em>Food?</em> she thought hopefully.&nbsp; But then she picked up the scent and it was milk.&nbsp; She sighed softly.&nbsp; It was better than nothing she supposed, but what she wouldn't give for a nice juicy steak.<br><br>As he placed the saucer of milk down on the floor, she gracefully stood, stretched slowly, taking her time, trying not to look too interested.&nbsp; She almost staggered as she jumped down to the floor, as she was so weak, but she managed to keep herself upright.&nbsp; How humiliated she felt.&nbsp; If ever she got this collar off, she wasn't going to let anyone replace it.<br><br>She looked up at her rescuer, seeing him properly for the first time, and she was quite impressed with what she saw.&nbsp; But her rescuer wasn’t her concern at the moment, and she dipped her head, sniffing the offered milk, before lapping daintily.&nbsp; It tasted good, and she lapped some more.&nbsp; She lifted her head and mewed a little noise, as if she were saying thank you, and then returned to her lapping.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: No-one Likes a Wet Cat (B25Mitch and bloodrose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>B25Mitch</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 16:25:17</strong>
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				He smiled when she jumped down and started drinking the milk.&nbsp; He scratched her little head.&nbsp; "I'm sorry, I don't have any cat food.&nbsp; Would you like something else?"&nbsp; He asked without expecting an answer.&nbsp; He went to the kitchen and dug through the fridge.&nbsp; He found a bit of ground beef he had intended to use for burgers.&nbsp; "I wonder if you'd eat this."&nbsp; He put the beef on a plate and set it on the ground.&nbsp; "Better than nothing."&nbsp; He sat and watched her eat.&nbsp; <br><br>"Is that collar uncomfortable?&nbsp; Your hair is matted under it."&nbsp; He carefully touched her, trying not to scare her, and undid the collar.&nbsp; He looked it over, trying to see if it had a tag he had missed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: No-one Likes a Wet Cat (B25Mitch and bloodrose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 02:10:06</strong>
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				The young cat was so famished she would have eaten anything he gave her so some ground beef was wonderful.&nbsp; She wasn’t about to let anyone see how starved she was though, and picked daintily at the food, trying to make it look more as if she was doing him the favour, condescending to taste it at all.&nbsp; She looked up as he came near, and her hackles rose as she thought he was going to take the food away again.&nbsp; She sighed with relief when he removed the hated collar.&nbsp; <em>At last! </em>&nbsp; It had been so long since anyone had removed the collar, she knew it was going to be difficult and extremely painful to shift, so she would bide her time, and not try until she was alone and had time to digest the food he had given her, so that she had the necessary energy.<br><br>When she finished her beef, she licked the plate until it looked clean, and then moved to sit in a warm spot on the carpet, before she started to wash.&nbsp; She twisted and managed to get her tongue to the fur that was matted where the collar had been, but she had to lick and lick to get the tangles out.&nbsp; When at last her fur was smooth, she lifted her back leg and gave herself the scratch that she had needed for so long, her eyes crossing with the extreme pleasure that simple action gave her.&nbsp; <em>Bliss!</em><br><br>She turned to see where the man was, and he was examining the collar.&nbsp; He wouldn’t find a tag, but there was an inscription on the inside.&nbsp; It read <em>“servo iugum servo creatura”</em> but she wasn’t about to tell him that the latin incantation when spoken as the collar was fastened around her neck when she was in her cat form would keep her in that cat form until someone removed it.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: No-one Likes a Wet Cat (B25Mitch and bloodrose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>B25Mitch</strong> on <strong>31-12-2010, 04:39:04</strong>
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				He watched the small cat eat, and felt glad that it really liked the food he gave it.&nbsp; He got out some newspapers and put them in the corner of the bathroom.&nbsp; He picked up the cat and put her on the paper.&nbsp; "I don't suppose you would understand that I don't have a cat box."&nbsp; He sighed, hoping she wouldn't ruin anything valuable.&nbsp; After that, the evening wore on as ordinary, with ordering a pizza, since he had given the cat his dinner.&nbsp; He ate, watched TV a bit, and got ready to go to sleep.&nbsp; As he undressed he got the strange sensation that the cat was watching him, to the point where he shooed the cat from the room to change.&nbsp; When he finished, he looked down at the brown cat, wondering.&nbsp; "What am I going to do with you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: No-one Likes a Wet Cat (B25Mitch and bloodrose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>31-12-2010, 18:48:47</strong>
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				<em>Hmmm...I don't think I will be using <strong>that</strong>!</em>&nbsp; She thought, but she wasn't going to worry about that just now.&nbsp; She just wished he would go, so that she could change.&nbsp; She knew it wasn't going to be easy, and it would be painful, because she had been in cat form for so long.<br><br>The evening seemed to wear on interminably, with him earing pizza, and watching TV, and she kept sighing, softly.&nbsp; She even got up and walked over to him stretching dramatically and yawning, in the hope he would take the hint.&nbsp; <br><br>She watched him carefully, and was very relieved when it seemed that he was going to go to bed, but he seemed aware of her watching and he didn't like it as he kicked her out of the room.&nbsp; She yowled indignantly, but he took no notice.<br><br>"What am I going to do with you?" he said.&nbsp; <em>Don't worry about that right now, just go to bed!</em> she thought.&nbsp; She even gave him the hint by running into his bedroom and curling up on the bottom of his bed, and yawning some more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: No-one Likes a Wet Cat (B25Mitch and bloodrose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>B25Mitch</strong> on <strong>12-01-2011, 02:50:02</strong>
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				He chuckled lightly when she jumped right up onto his bed, acting as if she owned the place.&nbsp; He considered pushing her off the bed, and forcing her to sleep in a different room, but decided not to.&nbsp; He got into bed, trying not to bother the cat at the end of his bed.&nbsp; The next day was Saturday, and he didn't have to get up at any specific time, so he shut off his alarm and went to sleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: No-one Likes a Wet Cat (B25Mitch and bloodrose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>12-01-2011, 14:44:45</strong>
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				<em>At last!</em>&nbsp; She waited until his breathing deepened, then silently jumped down from the bed and padded through to the lounge.&nbsp; Once there, she took a deep breath and initiated the change.&nbsp; Pain shot through her and although she tried her best to keep quiet, it was impossible as muscles and bones stretched and grew, moving under her skin which stretched and smoothed out, losing its covering of silky fur.&nbsp; The noise she made went from a mewling to a crying out, but she clamped her lips closed as quickly as she could to try to keep the noise from waking her rescuer.&nbsp; <br><br>After long moments of excruciating pain, she reached out her arms and looked at her hands.&nbsp; It was a long time since she had seen fingers and not paws.&nbsp; She was kneeling on the floor, and shivering with the exertion, her breath fast and panting, her body still wracked with pain, and shuddering from time to time.<br><br>It had been so long since she had been in her human form that she desperately wanted to stand up on two legs.&nbsp; Using the nearby sofa, she pulled herself up to her feet, but it was too much too soon, and before she could do anything, the pain became too much and her world began to spin, her vision gradually blackening, as she passed out.<br><br>She slumped down, falling forward and sliding downwards, so that she ended up with her naked body draped over the sofa, her bottom on the floor, with her legs twisted awkwardly beneath her, but her head on the edge of the sofa.<br>
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