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Trial and Error #20
🕑 Added 2025-04-29 00:15:21 +0000 UTC"I must say, you're handling this a lot better than expected. When I heard what had happened, I thought you might be somewhat distressed. I mean, it's probably quite a shock to find oneself, not appearing as oneself."
Sabrina's tail swayed contentedly side to side as she shrugged.
"I guess, but like I said, this just feels so right. I look good, I feel good and my fucking god, the sex! Oh the sex is incredible Doc. It's like I'm in constant heat or something: Everything's just so sensitive!"
She became a little flushed again, a soft rumbling purr emanating from her heaving chest. Her feline eyes lost focus, on the edge of a lustful day dream until she pulled herself back to reality.
"So, Doc, where will I be stayin'? You said Trey can come visit, right?"
"Ah yes, yes of course. It's a little too early to risk going public with this development, so it's best you stay here with us for the time. We'll have a room ready soon. We're not exactly the Ritz, but we'll do what we can to make your stay as comfortable as possible. Feel free to have Trey bring some creature comforts from home to help you settle in."
"Who you callin' a creature?" She sat up sharp, flattening her ears as she bared pointed fangs and curved claws in a fierce display.
Wildenstein looked mortified as he mumbled and scrambled to retract his words.
"Aww, relax Doc. I'm teasin'!"
She shifted from menacing to mischief in an instant, smiling at the realization she could intimidate so easily.
"Now, what was that about some photos?"
Sabrina struck a playful and glamorous pose before rising to her pawed feet. She turned her back to the desk and began to carefully peel the tight lycra free from her body as her furred hips rocked slowly side to side.
Wildenstein was so hypnotised by the sight of the tail swishing back and forth before his eyes he found himself frozen, staring, until Sabrina turned and spoke.
"Don't worry Doc, I'm not gonna pounce ya. Besides, ya not exactly my type."
He deflated somewhat at that statement. That hadn't even been on his mind. Well, maybe the back of it, somewhere, but of course he wasn't her type. Him, a dishevelled crackpot scientist living on the constant edge of destitution, and her, a glamorous catwoman athlete with a libido in overdrive.
