#165 Taming the Cheetgirl
"Delicious?"
"Kyarrung-!"
Chomp chomp chomp chomp—!
After devouring four whole pizzas by herself just an hour ago, Cheetgirl now buried her face in a bowl of meatballs, inhaling them like there was no tomorrow. Her stomach must've been empty again already, because she was vacuuming them up at breakneck speed.
"Heh heh heh."
I watched her with deep satisfaction.
Nothing bonds you to an animal like feeding it, huh.
Technically, she looked human, so calling her an animal felt off. But her behavior was pure beast, so it worked well enough.
Anyway, to get closer to Cheetgirl, I happily kept the food coming.
She'd piss herself in terror if I even reached out a hand, so training her like this was impossible. Even for a pervert like me, I wasn't the type to get a raging hard-on from urine—!
For real.
That leather outfit looks so tempting.
Her leather clothes from earlier were in the wash after she pissed herself. Emily's clothes wouldn't fit her explosive figure anyway—Emily was pretty slim, while Cheetgirl owned a body that drove men insane.
Still, Emily had brought her dead husband's clothes as a backup. Men's wear, so no risk of it ripping on Cheetgirl.
Why'd you have to do that, sis...! Did you really... really have to take everything...!
I inwardly shed bloody tears, cursing Emily for bringing the baggy rags.
Peeking through the tears in the fabric was that pale—wait, orange chest flesh... Ah, fuck, it was hot as hell!
But Emily had blocked it all!
I'll pay this grudge back in bed later!
Even if she begged me to stop, I'd keep going. And I'd creampie her way more than usual!
"Drink some water too."
"Kyarrung!... Kyarrung..."
I set a bowl of water beside her, and after eyeing me warily for a second, Cheetgirl started lapping it up just like a real cat, tongue flicking out.
"Kyarrung-!"
After alternating between meatballs and water for a good while, her belly full, Cheetgirl finally stopped eating. She planted her hands on the floor, stretched out long, and yawned hugely.
"Oooaaah."
Right behind her, I gave a thumbs-up at the sight.
Couldn't help but admire it.
She was doing the cat pose from yoga—perfect form. With that killer body, my dick that had been half-hard went full mast—!
Just like me, the dragon down there was growing too. Gotta have her try Elis or Jina's leggings sometime. That'd be even hotter to watch.
"Anyway, time to get down to business, yeah? Heh heh heh."
Letting out a sleazy chuckle, I stripped off my suit jacket.
Time to break in(?) Cheetgirl.
"...Wait a sec."
I started unbuttoning my dress shirt but stopped. Instead, I glanced at the room where sleeping Rachel was.
Door was shut tight.
"Sex might wake Rachel, huh?"
My gut told me straight up: 99.99% chance she'd burst out while I was teaching Cheetgirl the joys of mating.
Rachel would clock what we were doing instantly. Showing that to a kid? Total embarrassment.
Especially since this was her house, not mine.
I absolutely wanted to avoid that bullshit scenario.
And it wasn't just vanilla sex I did—it was rough, beastly pounding. 19+, no under-25s allowed.
"Where to do it then? Can't go far... the car?"
Car sex sounded perfect.
If I'd brought my beat-up training Tico, no way—it was too cramped to even enter, let alone move.
But the ride I had now was one from Karinbia's collection.
The guy had a hobby of hoarding luxury cars, despite his looks(?). He parked them at his bars and businesses.
I'd once asked why leave such pricey rides in risky spots like bars instead of his garage display.
His answer was gold: 'My home garage is full—no more room to show them off.'
How many fucking cars did he have?
Worked out great for me—easy borrow of a sweet ride.
Recline the seats, and boom: plenty of space for car sex.
"Perfect."
"Kyarrung?!"
Decision made, I scooped up Cheetgirl—who was rolling on the floor, content and gnawing her tail—in a princess carry.
She flailed wildly, startled by the sudden lift.
"Ow."
"....."
Then her swinging fist clocked my jaw. She froze, surprised by her own punch, and went still.
Made it easy to carry her outside.
"Oh, right."
Before heading out, I summoned Marko too.
Rachel might wake and come looking, so better safe.
"Guard the house good."
"Woof."
Handing the place to Marko, I loaded Cheetgirl into the car.
*****
"Kyarrung! Kyarrung!"
Scratch scratch scratch—!
The car was spacious, but still confined. Freaked out, Cheetgirl started clawing the window the second I shut the door.
"No use—you ain't getting out. So behave."
"Kyaong..."
She used to be human before turning like this, so she got my words.
Would've been better if she could talk, but oh well.
True to my order, she settled down. Behaving felt so good.
As Cheetgirl nervously scanned around, I stripped naked. Then peeled off her clothes too.
"Kills every time."
I'd glimpsed her nude before, but with Emily and Rachel there, no close look.
Overall, her body's like Elis's: massive tits, tiny waist, birthing hips, moon-round ass, long legs.
Difference? Thicker thighs, more muscle. Felt amazing to touch.
"C'mere."
"Kyaaoo..."
Sensing the lust in my eyes, she tried to flee. No escape in this tight space, though.
I yanked her roughly onto my lap.
Left hand stroking her lower back, right grabbing her floppy tit.
"Fuck... insane."
Too soft. Changed shape perfectly to my grip, like dough. Loved it.
Kneaded the breast, then pinched the pink nipple.
"Kyarrung! Kyarrung!"
"Hey! I said behave!"
Smack—!
"Kyaaang-!"
She thrashed like a fresh-caught fish from the nipple tweak, so I spanked her ass.
Orange skin hid the handprint clear—not ideal.
Still, it worked; she calmed.
Now kneaded tits and ass together.
Smack—!
"Kyarrung!"
Any twitch, instant spank to suppress.
Orange skin flushed a bit red.
After ages of fondling, her pussy started leaking.
Moved the ass-stroking hand down, jammed index and middle fingers in.
No hymen.
Bummer, but gone.
Fingers slid right into the soaked hole, no resistance.
"Kyarrung... kyaaang...!"
She was heating up now, wriggling.
I couldn't hold back either—got behind her.
Smack! Smack—!
Slapped her ass with my dick, then shoved it into her pussy.
Squelch—!
"Kyaaaaang-!"
Dick slammed cervix-first; she collapsed forward, moaning loud.
I mounted her prone body, pinning with arms and legs, whispering in her ear.
"Beastly bitch. Gonna fuck you like a beast."
Snapped my hips, pistoning away.
She writhed and moaned but couldn't budge under me.
All she could do was scream.
Cheetgirl's pussy clenched way tighter than my other girls'. Instinct over reason made her walls writhe like mad from thrust one, milking my cum.
Wasn't just beast in action—pussy was beast too.
"Fuckin' beast cunt! Gonna make you heat up every time you see me."
Grabbed her arms, pulled upright.
Her teardrop tits jiggled wild in the rearview.
Pang pang pang pang—!
Firm ass slapped my belly, rippling.
"Kyaaooong~!"
Deep thrust, she shuddered, shrieking. Pussy juice squirted, soaking the seat.
"Not done yet, beast bitch."
Still gripping arms, I lay back. Wedged legs inside her thighs to pin again.
Switched to tits.
Orange flesh bulged between fingers.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch—!
"Guh! Kyang! Kyaaoong~!"
Hips snapping, she lost it, thrashing like a maniac.
First pleasure like this since turning—fair enough.
"Take my load...!"
Spurt—!
Creamed deep inside. Cum filled her womb with every pulse.
Till done, bit her nape, kneaded tits. Nipple pinches made walls clamp hard.
"Kyarrung... kyarrung..."
"Not over."
Exhausted, she panted hard.
But my beast sex was just starting.
No pullout—shifted to doggy.
She couldn't rise, so it became that yoga cat pose again.
Spread ass cheeks wide: red pussy stuffed with my dick, pink rosebud above.
Nipple-pink asshole too.
Pang pang pang pang—!
Second round, hips flying.
My cum coated walls, sticky lube.
Tap tap—!
"Hm?"
Something cotton-hammer soft smacked my chest each thrust—her tail.
"...Ah!"
Couldn't resist the wagging temptation. Bit her tail.
"Kyaook?! Kyaaooong~!"
Like an erogenous zone—eyes bulged, she screamed. Squirted again, soaking my legs.
"....."
Looking down at her beastly howls under me, sadism bloomed inside.
Beast mode ON.
"Woof! Woof woof! Growl! Yap yap! Gonna fuck you yap yap yap!"
I wasn't Steel Armor.
Just a horny mutt in heat.
And so I mindlessly rammed Cheetgirl's pussy nonstop.