Visions of The Crystal Feast. Day 11

The eleventh of our thirteen Thirteens made by the lovely Becsantus: Didi.

Emerging from her regeneration fun-loving and carefree, this Doctor had less interest in saving the universe and travelling time and space, than she did in getting laid and making mischief. Taken in by Yaz to keep her out of trouble, this bratty cat-girl was more of a pet than a partner...

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“Ahn! I… huh… hate you.” Yaz moaned, still trying to squeeze The Doctor’s throat even as her hips bucked against with frantic need. Her sopping virgin womanhood was grinding and pressing to an equally wet and aroused Time-lord pussy as the pair began to forget what they’d been fighting about in the first place.

“Stop… choking me!” The Doctor spat back, cheeks flushed and low mews of arousal escaping her lips. “Little whore…”

“S… stupid old slut…”

“Fuck you j… jailbait.”

“Gonna… kill you… b… bitch.”

‘Though Time-lords have always had an uncanny resemblance to humanity, the process of regeneration is not inherently limited to the human form. Some regenerations, through intent or accident, can yield odd results, and often are paired with more eccentric personalities…’

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Yasmin Khan let out a quiet, sleepy groan as she lay in her bed. She’d been having the most wonderful dream, this huge, beautiful, blonde lioness had been making love to her in the delightful heat of the savannah. She’d been queen of the pride, mate to the Lioness Queen, and adored by all the other beautiful lion-women around her. Her lioness had just curled around her, strong, soft paws stroking at her warm flesh, powerful thighs rubbing up against her rump, a wet, flat tongue sliding over her cheek as the blonde cat prepared to make love to her until she was spent.

She whimpered and arched her back, feeling the lioness’s paw rub against her mound, her tongue curl teasingly around her ear. Hot, wet breath blew against her cheek. A warm belly pressed softly to her side.

Yaz mewed as the fingers of her lioness spread her mocha folds and stroked the vulnerable pink between them.

She opened her eyes.

It wasn’t her Lioness.

It was just The Doctor.

“Mornin’ cutie pie.” Didi cooed, pressing a wet kiss to Yaz’s cheek.

“Ahn… D… Doctor.” She whined, propping herself up on her elbows and biting her lip as her roommate’s slender fingers probed her.

The alien blonde was naked, no surprise there, and she had one leg slung over Yaz’s stomach, keeping her pressed firmly down onto her mattress. Her free hand was coiling Yaz’s silky black hair around her index finger, tugging playfully on it as she purred.

She smiled toothily, slender tail flicking behind her plush backside, and nuzzled closer. “I toldja… call me Didi.” She purred softly. “You’re so cute when you sleep.”

“I… asked you not to wake me up on weekends.” Yaz groaned, reaching up and trying to push the blonde cat off her. As soon as her hands came up, Didi pounced, grabbing her wrists in each hand and pinning her onto her back.

Yaz bit her lip and did her best to look stern, even as Didi’s tail twirled excitedly over her shoulder and its owner straddled Yaz’s hips. “Didi… c’mon, you promised.” She croaked.

“I’m hungry.” Didi pouted, releasing Yaz’s wrists in favour of her breasts, lazily kneading her friend’s pert little tits through Yaz’s pyjama top.

“It’s… oh my god it’s only six.” Yaz whined, turning her head to see her alarm clock. “Go back to sleep Didi.”

The Doctor’s pout grew ever more pronounced, until her bottom lip was quivering pathetically and her big, grey eyes were sparkling. “Yaaaaaz, I’m hungrrrrrry.”

“Fine!” Yaz snarled, sitting up and tipping Didi roughly off her lap. The blonde let out a yowl of indignation as she rolled ass-over-tits down the mattress before landing with a heavy thump on the floor. Two pointed golden ears poked up into view, flicking with irritation as their owner’s scowling eyes peeped up above the mattress too.

Yaz recovered her panties from where Didi had tossed them when she’d decided to wake Yaz up with some gentle fingerfucking, and shot a pointed glance to the sulking cat hiding behind her bed. “Don’t give me that look.”

“Hmph!” Didi sniffed in reply, hopping upright and sauntering away, hips wiggling and tail curling invitingly as she did.

Yaz sighed and rubbed her brow. This was not how she’d imagined life with her first girlfriend would be like.

It had been six months since the blonde had come crashing through the roof of a train and flattened an alien tumbleweed. Six months since Yaz’s eyes had been opened to the vast alien possibilities of the universe she’d never thought of before.

Honestly though, it had been about five months and twenty days since the wonder had worn off.

Alien life wasn’t mysterious and inscrutable, it was slutty and exceptionally irritating.

The Doctor (or Didi as she insisted Yaz call her,) was a whorish, mercurial and entirely selfish creature, concerned only with sex, food, and her own grooming. Beyond those subjects, she didn’t much care about anything, certainly not anything Yaz had to say. Living with Didi was less like having a girlfriend and more like having a particularly badly behaved pet, which given Didi’s appearance, fitted.

The Doctor was gorgeous by any metric, with womanly curves and golden hair and a beautiful face. What made her extra-alluring to Yaz though, annoyingly, were her perky furred ears, her retractable curving claws, and her fluffy golden tail.

Yaz was a furry. She wasn’t exactly proud of it, or as into it as many others, but living with Didi had stripped her of any ability to deny that she was crazy into catgirls.

She blamed it on The Lion King personally, there was no good reason for the animators to have made Nala that fucking seductive, and now here she was, ten years later, with her personal housecat fuck-buddy.

It hadn’t been too bad at first, Didi had been almost ‘normal’ for the first few days, defeating Tzim-Sha and attending Grace’s funeral without much trouble. Unfortunately, once that was done and the question of what came next arrived, things had taken a turn. Didi had shown her true colours as a greedy, selfish, mischievous little cat-slut, and taking her to live with Yaz’s family had been taken well off the table.

Instead, Didi had been locked up in Graham’s house for a few weeks until Yaz had been able to rent the quickest, cheapest flat in Sheffield. Now they were ‘roommates.’

Yaz rubbed her eyes as she walked into the kitchen, Didi already pacing impatiently in front of the padlocked minifridge that contained all her food. “Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaz.” She whined miserably. “Hungryyyyyyyyyyyyy!”

“I’m coming.” Yaz growled, reaching down and fitting her key into the lock. It was lucky Didi was such a fussy eater, otherwise Yaz would have had to lock away everything edible, and not just the steaks her roommate devoured.

“Mmmrow! Yes!” Didi squealed as Yaz drew out a raw, bloody steak and tossed it onto the plate Didi ate from. “Yes, yes, yes!”

“You’re welcome.” Yaz grunted, wrinkling her nose as Didi began taking the meat apart with her fangs, hips twerking and tail thrashing about with delight as she ate.

She fixed herself coffee and cereal, slowly waking up as she checked her phone. Didi had long since finished by the time she set down her spoon, and had already meticulously cleaned up all the blood and juice from her pretty face.

She hadn’t brushed her teeth though, which Yaz found out as Didi scampered up behind her and tried to give her a morning kiss.

“Ah! Ew! No!” Yaz squeaked, pushing Didi’s face away from her. “Wash your mouth!”

“And then…?” Didi cooed, tweaking her own nipples.

“Maybe.” Yaz sighed, “If you promise to stop stealing my panties.”

“But they smell nice!” Didi whined before sighing and turned on her heel. “Fine, but not because you told me to.”

When she returned Yaz had almost entirely woken up and was now sitting on the kitchen counter, frowning at her phone with her legs spread. Didi giggled with delight and darted over, placing a loving smooch on Yaz’s inner thigh before nuzzling tight against her pussy.

Yaz’s breath hitched as Didi set to work, her free hand sliding down to scratch Didi behind her ear. “I’m way too nice to you.” She muttered, chewing on her lower lip. Didi didn’t reply, but peered up at her briefly with moon-sized pupils, a low, rhythmic purring echoing from her throat as she suckled on Yaz’s pearl.

“I… ooh, I ordered some new… t…toys for your room.” Yaz groaned after a while, stilling fussing over Didi’s ears as her pussy was lovingly devoured. “Sh… should be arriving today.”

Didi’s room was ostensibly the flat’s living room, but Yaz had papered over all the windows and set Didi up with all the toys and sturdiest climbing towers she could afford on a probation salary. It was another annoyance, having the largest room in the flat taken up by chewed-up plushies and well-clawed scratching posts, but Didi could be so sweet when she wanted, and Yaz was too much of a softie to turf her out into her own smaller bedroom.

“Toys!” Didi squeaked the second she heard the word, jumping upright and shoving her face up against Yaz’s. “Whatcha get me? Mice?! Catnip!?”

“I still don’t get why that stuff works on you.” Yaz sighed, firmly pushing Didi back down. The blonde purred with delight and fixed herself to Yaz’s nipple, her hand rushing to return to her welcoming cunt. “But you remember our deal?”

“I’ll be a good little kitty for you, Yaz.” Didi rumbled, peppering Yaz’s dark breast with kisses, “So long as you keep giving me the good stuff.”

“I keep… telling you, catnip is all… the same.” Yaz moaned as Didi’s teeth nibbled on her collarbone.

“Whose talking about nip?” Didi growled, lips curling in time with her fingers deep inside Yaz, making her dear, dear ‘owner’ whimper and mew like a kitten. “I’m talking about your yummy pussy, cutie pie.”

“You… only call me that when you… want something.”

Didi giggled softly and extended her claws on the hand not currently sunk deep into Yaz’s hot, wet pinkness. “Cos’ I’m such a good kitty, and I make you feel good too, can we play with your special toys?”

“M… make me cum,” Yaz whined, cradling Didi’s head against her chest, “and… yeah.”

Didi’s evil little giggle of excitement almost made Yaz change her mind, but then the blonde dropped low and began to make out with her pussy, two fingers still gently pumping inside along with her tongue.

Yaz was hunched over and gasping with orgasm within the minute, curling in on herself, her fingers clenched on Didi’s hair as she came her brains out. “Ohhhhhh fuck.”

Didi was not a creature that believed in enjoying the afterglow, or aftercare of any sort really, unless it was belly rubs which, strangely for a cat, she adored.

She abandoned Yaz in a flash, returning just as quick from Yaz’s room with a strap cradled in her hands.

By the time Yaz had caught her breath and buckled herself in, Didi was practically frenzied, twerking and shaking her colossal ass about as she crouched on all fours and presented herself.

“C’mon, c’mon, c’moooooon.”

Yaz rolled her eyes and took a firm grip of Didi’s hips, guiding herself into her fuzzy cunt and making sure that Didi’s thrashing tail didn’t get in her mouth by grabbing it tight.

The little mews and whimpers and giggles Didi let out as Yaz fucked her were as adorable as ever, and Yaz made the most of the only time her ‘roommate’ wasn’t causing trouble, as she always did. She closed her eyes peacefully, enjoying Didi’s plush, pale cheeks bouncing off her hips and her coos as she was fucked. It was moments like this that taking care of Didi didn’t seem so bad…

The doorbell rang.

Didi zipped away and flung the door wide open.

The poor delivery girl squeaked as she saw Didi, naked and sweaty, grinning at her eagerly, and Yaz, equally dishevelled, wearing only her pyjama top and a strap-on just behind her.

“DIDI!!!!!”