Page 20 of Nicolette

It seemed my plan with the deer hadn’t worked, so I needed a different strategy. That and I was getting winded. My lioness pointed out that we were sprinters, not long-distance runners. Once more, I aimed for a group of shrubs, hunkering low and allowing myself to catch my breath. Tongue lolling, I panted, listening intently and keeping an eye above in case someone else decided to drop in for a visit. This was turning out to be a lot fucking harder than I thought it would be.

A snap of a twig had me tensing, searching my surroundings, trying to decide if I should run or fight. My lioness apparently felt a certain type of way about it as she urged me to stalk my stalker. Deciding it was as good a plan as any, I moved to make a wide arc from where I heard the snap. Sure enough, there was one of the twins lying in wait, staring at the spot I’d been resting. I slowly crawled up a fallen tree, giving myself some extra height for the pounce I was about to make. Then out of nowhere, the other fucking twin slammed into me, sending us both rolling across the ground.

Marco popped up faster than I could, being a smaller, more agile feline. I knew it was Marco both by scent and the smug smirk he managed to pull off, even as a fucking cat. We circled each other, but I made the first move charging at him and snapping out a paw. If I could get a good dazing hit, it would keep him from darting off. Being a lion made me powerful, and I was nimble but not compared to a caracal. Marco dropped flat to the ground, letting my paw sail over his head. Then I felt claws slicing into my thigh, causing me to spin and find Polo getting in on the action. Fuck, now I had two of the fast fuckers to deal with. There was only one way to handle this, and my lioness didn’t like it one bit.

Darting for Polo, I shifted at the last second, wrapping an arm around his furry neck and clotheslining him. The momentum I had from being in my lion form carried through, and I flipped the little shit on his back. Polo must not have realized what I’d done because he lashed out with his back feet, slicing his claws into my thigh. I wasn’t too worried. I’d heal, and what was another scar to add to the collection? His eyes widened in horror as he saw I was human again and shifted as well.

“What the fuck, Nic,” he snapped. “Are you out of your damn mind?”

“Nope,” I answered and clocked him with a right hook to the temple, knocking him unconscious. “I just really needed to take one of you out of the game.”

Spinning on my heel, I faced off with Marco. For the first time, the cocky expression was gone, and uncertainty flickered in his gaze. The poor little kitty didn’t know what to do, not wanting to hurt me, but too bad for him, I had a point to prove. Grabbing a handful of dirt, I chucked it in his face making him yowl as he shook his head, trying to clear it from his eyes. The second I saw him going to use his paw, I charged, shifting as I slammed into him like a freight train. Part of me felt a little bad for how unfair I was playing, but at no point did I make any rules for how this was going to go down.

Grabbing Marco by the scruff of his neck, I tossed him into the bushes and tore off out of the clearing. We’d been making enough noise that it would tell everyone where I was. Crashing through the dense forest, I came to a clearing where I paused right at the edge, unsure about crossing it. The roar of a tiger registered in my brain seconds too late, and Rambler pounced on me, tumbling us into the clearing. I managed to get out of his hold and backed off, giving me some room to figure out what to do next. Rambler, however, decided he wasn’t going to give me time and came at me with paws swinging. I snarled and dodged his attack, returning with one of my own, slapping him right in the face, claws digging into his snout.

We did this burst attack a few more times before my lioness decided we were going to play a different game. Her roars turned into something more sultry and inviting, rubbing up against him instead of fighting, rolling out of the way, flashing her lady bits to the man. Rambler seemed to take notice of the change as well, pacing and observing what I was doing. Padding up to him, I nuzzled my face against his, licking his neck, then moving to his face. Gone was my will to fight. All it served to do was speed up the effect of my heat. Especially being in feline form, all I gave a flying fuck about was how badly I wanted this strong male of a tiger to rut me.

I even went so far as to circle him and nip at his balls when he didn’t seem to be returning my interest. He snarled but then flopped on his back, exposing himself to me and making that chuffing purr noise. Seeing he was finally on board, I laid down, my ass to him, flicking my tail and looking over my shoulder at him. Rolling to his feet, he walked over, sniffing me and rubbing his scent on my fur before trying to mount me. Instantly I was on him, growling, biting, and slicing a paw across his face, which he managed to avoid. He roared at me, backing off and pacing. Chuckling to myself, I sashayed my way over, rubbing up all over him and licking the underside of his jaw before assuming the same position.

Warily he came up to me, rumbling his uncertainty, trying to show some affection before giving me what I was blatantly asking for. This time I let him get his front paw in place on either side and felt the tip bump against me before flipping over and snarling, shoving him off me and darting away. None of this made sense to me, I wanted to get dicked down so bad, but my lioness told me this was how it was done.

No male could ever think he had a right to our body. When it came to intimacy, we called the shots, no one else. Or at least that was the plan, but I think the human factor in all this was what she might have miscalculated.

Rambler burst out of nowhere, causing me to skid to a halt and turn tail. The tiger pounced on me, jaws wrapping around my neck, grabbing the loose fur there and spearing into me. I cried out in pleasure as Rambler fucked me hard and raw, and deep. Rumbling growls of manly satisfaction flowed out of him. My claws dug into the dirt, holding myself still as I got exactly what I wanted, just not quite how I pictured it. In some way, this was mind-blowing, and yet it would never be a substitute for doing things the old-fashioned way.

With a triumphant roar, Rambler came just as I did, adding my voice to his, as pleasure, unlike anything I’d felt before, flooded my body. Then it all came to a crashing halt when I tried to pull away, and what felt like barbs halted that movement. I let out a panicked scream and furiously tried to get away, but Rambler held me tight with his mouth and curved his hips, attempting to keep me from pulling away.

“Easy, Nicolette, easy,” Nine said, his voice calm and soothing as he slowly approached me. “It’s okay, you’re going to be fine, just give Rambler a moment to calm down, and the lock will release.”

My breathing came in furious pants, my sides heaving as I tried not to panic. Nine rested a hand on my head, testing to see if I would let him. Something seemed to settle in me at his touch, and I calmed even more as he started to stroke my fur.

“Good, that’s a good girl,” Nine murmured. “This is my fault, Nicolette. I didn’t warn you about getting locked to whichever male you might be fucking. It is totally normal and natural to all felines, but the reasons they have it don’t really apply to us humans. Wild felines lock to make sure the sperm is absorbed, and females need to be told when to release an egg to be fertilized. Unlike humans, they don’t just produce them like you do during your cycle. While it is not fun, from what I hear, if you really want to pull away from Rambler, you can, but if you give his cock time to relax, the barbs will retract on their own.”

Cats have spiky penises! That’s just fucked up on so many levels.

Women always talked about how amazing it was to be knotted by a werewolf, but shit, no one warns you about the harpoon that gets deployed in your vagina. Seriously, was this why people always told me to steer clear of fucking a feline?

As Rambler realized I wasn’t going to try and get away, he started to groom me, butting Nine away so he could clean where he’d been petting me. My body turned to goo as he kept up the grooming, making humming, puffing noises that sounded like the voice of contentment. Splayed out on my stomach, turning my head to the side so he could clean that spot, I let out happy little grunts. When he moved off me, I almost didn’t realize it at first with how nice the experience was after going from good, to bad, to panic. Playfully I batted at him as he still hovered over me. Twisting, I got to my feet and slithered out from under him, whipping my tail in his face. With a snarl, he tried to bite it, but I chose that moment to shift back to my normal body.

Rambler sat on his haunches and looked at Nine as if asking a question. Nine nodded, motioning for him to hurry up, and there I was with a naked president and vice president of the Savage Pride MC in the middle of a forest after being fucked as a feline. Not sure this day could get any weirder. I really should know better than to say shit like that because out trotted a small spotted house cat who came right up to me and twined between my legs. Finally, it decided to sit on my feet with its tail wrapping around my ankle, claiming me.

“Um…” I started pointing down at the cat. The only member of this motley crew I didn’t know in feline form was Dice, and I was going to take a wild guess and assume that was him.

“Don’t let that fucker fool you,” Nine muttered. “Black-footed cats are the most lethal felines. Their kill rate is the highest in the world. He might look like a house cat, but he’s anything but, so I’d keep that in mind. Furthermore, if you ever do see him in his feline form in public, don’t ever comment on it. He is the best spy we have on the rare occasion we need one.”

“That’s handy,” I mumbled to myself before taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. “Welp, looks like I lost this little exercise.”

Rambler scoffed. “What the hell were you expecting? It was five experienced born shifters working as a team against one newly changed human. That being the case, I would say you did anything but fail. It was rather impressive.”

“Especially that ballsy move of shifting in and out of your feline form. Do you know how long it takes people to learn that?” Circus asked from where he was dangling upside down in a tree. “Not to mention, you spotted me before I got the drop on you. No one ever looks up, which makes my job easier, but still, it was splendid reaction time. That move bouncing off the tree…” he made the motion for the chief’s kiss, “… perfection.”

“I thought this was my game?” I challenged. “How did this turn into… let’s grade the newbie on the curve from hell?”

The twins snickered at that, and I felt a little bad seeing the bruise on Polo’s face disappearing by the second, but damn, it had been bad.

“That’s because when we train new shifters, we use situations just like this to teach you and your feline to work together. Somehow you two have already bonded and come to terms with the fact you’re sharing a body. For many, that is the hardest lesson to learn, and some never do,” Nine explained. “It seems like everything with you isn’t going to go according to plan now, is it?”

Shrugging since I didn’t really have an answer, I looked at the others. “So… this whole spiky penis thing. Does that happen in all forms and situations?”