The Hentainator: The Cat
Chapter 6
by ThrillHoe
Tags:
#cw:noncon
#bimbofication
#f/m
#fantasy
#furry
#growth
#transformation
#aphrodisiac
#breast_expansion
#breastfeeding
#lactation
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Brat was so taken aback by the bleep she didn’t even have time to react to Stripes tackling her to the floor with a loud thump that rattled the foundations of the house. “Ow!” She yelled. “What the fuck is your problem, cat?”
She tried to wiggle out from underneath her and put Stripes in a hold not unlike how she had done Jacob the night prior but holy shit this cat was strong! Brat may have been as strong as five men but Stripes had to be stronger than twenty!
“THE CEREAL!” Stripes screamed, pinning her down by the arms and pressing down on Brat with all of her weight. “YOU RUINED MY CEREAL!”
Brat struggled harder and screamed back as she hammered her knee into Stripe's stomach repeatedly. “Get off!”” Each word was punctuated with a heavy punch that would make a professional fighter flinch from the sound of her knee hitting the cat’s abdomen.
Stripes absorbed each and every blow like it was nothing. Her furry belly flinching and her abs clenching with each strike.
Fuck. Brat thought as her leg started to grow numb. Even with her newfound knowledge of fighting and her strength she could tell she was making zero progress. In fact, she was starting to hurt herself hitting Stripes! Each blow was like hitting solid steel and she could feel her leg starting to grow numb. If she had been a regular human instead of a superhuman waifu made to please her master she’d have probably broken her knees trying to fight the cat!
“No!” Stripes hissed, pressing her face right into Brat’s and growled lowly, narrowing her eyes into slits. “You are very rude!” she kept tanking Brat’s blows as the smaller woman grew more desperate to get out of the pin. “I just wanted some milk! I even asked nicely!”
Brat kneed her again and Stripes growled.
“And you keep kicking me in the stomach!” She released her grip on one of Brat’s arms and reared her hand back. “Stop it!”
SMACK
Stripes slapped Brat across the face and the sound of her furry hand against Brat’s immaculate skin reverberated across the kitchen. Brat felt her head recoil with such force that if she wasn’t superhuman her neck would have instantly snapped in two and that would have been the end of her.
Instead she was “only” dazed as her vision filled with stars and her assault on Stripe's belly stopped as she tried to recollect herself.
“Yeah!” Stripes shouted as she bounced on top of Brat excitedly. “Not so tough now are you?” She grinned playfully. “One smack from the cat and you’re out flat!” she released Brat’s other hand and started to shadowbox “Pow! Pow! Pow!”
“Fuuuck.” Brat moaned. There was a big red paw print on her face from the impact of the slap and holy fucking shit did her back hurt more than ever. Oh god! The pain was getting unbearable it was… was…
“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” She screamed as her back started spasming, her body convulsing as the back of her shirt tore itself apart with a loud tearing noise.
Stripes scurried off Brat with a shocked expression on her face but not without glancing at her hand in confusion as if her own slap caused this strange reaction from her opponent.
The back of Brat’s top ripped open and she arched her back as the two knots on her back began expanding rapidly. “FUCK!” She screamed. “F…F…” *Then tossed her head back wordlessly as her body changed once again.
Two leathery black wings emerged from her back, fluttering and flapping wildly beneath her body while Brat convulsed wildly. Her muscles started to expand and grow. Not incredibly so. But there was another tearing sound as her pajama bottoms split at the seams from her thighs growing larger. Her biceps had also grown noticeably larger too.
The changes ended almost as quickly as they began but…
Brat had a manic grin on her face as she stood up exposing her very sharp canines to Stripes as she stretched out her wings to their full wingspan with a loud WOOMPH.
God she felt even stronger now! She could… could…
Get in there and stop her!
Jacob’s command hit her and her head recoiled. Her perfect pouty lips parting just a bit as she exhaled softly. R-right. Strong or not she still had to obey her “bro” until her plan succeeded.
She flapped her wings and hovered just a few inches off the ground and crossed her arms as she floated in front of the stunned Stripes. Flying, it seemed, came naturally to Brat now. It was like the wings had always been a part of her. Which was good! She didn’t want to waste time learning how to fly when she had to kick this cat’s ass!
“Last warning.” She said, “Get upstairs. Now.”
Stripes just blinked before pointing at Brat’s bare chest. “Can I get some of that milk now?”
Brat let out a loud battlecry as she dashed forward her wings carrying her so quickly she was practically a white blur as she slammed into Stripes and sent the cat flying into the nearby table and completely destroying it from the impact.
“Ha!” Brat laughed. “Not so tough now are you?” “Now get back up—”
Stripes tackled her again with a loud growl sending the two backwards into the kitchen countertops. There was a loud groan and one snapped off the wall from the two’s weight as they wrestled each other violently.
Stripes tackled her again with a loud growl sending the two backwards into the kitchen countertops. There was a loud groan and one snapped off the wall from the two’s weight as they wrestled each other violently.
“You’re destroying the house, stupid!” Brat yelled, slapping at Stripes with her wings as she tried to wrest control back and overpower her.
“You’re stupid!” Stripes retorted. “And your wings are even stupider!” She reached out and grabbed one of Brat’s wings and tugged on it hard. Being rewarded with a loud, pained screech from Brat.
“Bitch!” Brat roared. Reaching behind her and grabbing a coffee mug that belonged to Taylor and Jacob’s mother with the words “World’s #! Number 1 Cat Lady!” On it and slammed it over the cat’s head. She was rewarded with the sound of a loud shatter and shards flying as Stripes cried out in pain.
“Owww!” Stripes whined. “That hurt!” She dodged a left hook from Brat and stepped away as the winged woman kept advancing. Throwing punch after punch like a professional boxer and putting the much larger Stripes on the defensive.
“Get. Up. Stairs!” Brat ordered.
“NO!” Stripes roared as she weaved through Brat’s strikes and dodged behind her. Moving to the refrigerator she looked back at Brat and snarled. “I’m not going anywhere!” She grabbed the fridge and lifted it, the power cord ripping out of the socket as she heaved the entire heavy appliance over her head as if it was nothing.
Brat’s eyes went wide. “Hey wait! Don’t—”
Stripes roared as she threw the fridge at Brat and Brat dove out of the way and pressed her wings down flat as the the fridge flew past her and
CRASH
Smashed right through the kitchen wall and right into the living room where it fell on top of the overturned entertainment system and completely destroyed it.
Brat peaked her head up and looked at the hole in the wall Stripes had created. “Oh god.” Brat whispered. “We are so fucked when mom and dad get home.” She turned back to Stripes who had a confused, shocked look on her face as the cat started at the hole she’d made. Brat could feel herself getting angry. “Why aren’t you–”
Get in there and stop her!
Brat clutched her head. “I’m trying, bro!” She whimpered. “I… I…”
Get in there and stop her!
“Fuck!” Brat moaned. The command was getting more overwhelming. More intrusive. It was getting harder and harder to think. “She’s not listening! I can’t just–”
Get in there and stop her!
The intrusive thought was now so loud it was painful and Brat fell to her knees. Tears streamed down her pretty face; her pale skin burning a bright red as her head throbbed and pulsed. She couldn’t even think at all now. Everything was overwhelmed by that singular command, the command that was impossible for her to resolve.
Stripes moved closer to her and knelt down. “Are you okay?” She titled her head at the sobbing Brat and a light flicked on above her head.
“You’re Taylor!” She said, excitedly. “The other master!” Her tail started to sway playfully as the dots started to connect for her. The master had transformed the GOOD SON into a sexy waifu! Just like he’d done for her!
“It’s… Brat now.” The intrusive thought ceased as Stripes finally stopped. She looked up at Stripes with a mixture of emotions from jealously, anger… and most prevelant of all. Relief. That the cat was behaving now.
“You look upset!” Stripes said in the understatement of the century. “Maybe a glass of milk…” her eyes went wide as it finally dawned on her and she smacked her head at how silly she had to be to forget. Her titties were full of milk!
She grabbed Brat with one hand with a playful grin as she used the other to lift up her shir exposing a breast to the winged woman. “Drink up!”
“I don’t want–MMPH!” Brat’s face was shoved right into the breast and on pure instinct her lips clamped around the pink nipple and–
Fuuuuuuuuck
Brat’s golden eyes widened, then glazed over, as the intoxicating milk filled her mouth and went down her throat. Her wings fluttered wildly behind her as she started to suck with more enthusiasm
“See?” Stripes said. “All better-oh!”
Brat stood up and Stripes did with her as the smaller winged woman moved her head underneath Stripes shirt and sucked loudly.
Thump
Thump
Thump
Her wings had slowed down considerably and were fluttering sluggishly thumping loudly as they aimlessly flapped. She was like a bee drinking sweet nectar. Sweet, delicious sugary nectar. Her lips smacked against Stripes nipple as her throat bulged and throbbed from the liquid pouring down her throat.
Stripes licked her mouth and purred. “Y-yeah!” She tossed her head back and thrust her chest forward. “Drink all you want, Other Master!”
Gladly
For the moment Brat had forgotten her plan and her plots or the fact that her and Jacob’s parents were arriving soon. All she wanted now was more of this delicious breast milk. She broke away from the current nipple and moved to the other one, her head moving underneath Stripes shirt like a shark underneath water, as she clamped her lips on the new one and sucked loudly.
And as she did a finger her hand went down Stripes fit, muscular belly and slipped down into her panties…
—-
Jacob sat on the ruined bed hunched over his phone relieved that after Brat had gone downstairs the sounds of the house being destroyed had stopped. He’d been trying to find a way to repair the damage Stripes had done by seeing if there was some kind of reverse button on the app. Something that could, like, revert the broken things to not being broken. No luck. The app only had options for waifus and accessories for them.
“Come on.” he said, flicking through options and going through screens out outfits and “toys” “You got to have a way to fix all the shit she broke.”
The phone vibrated at his words and then a message appeared on it in all caps with the app's blue haired mascot sitting on one of the letters with a grumpy, pouty look on her face.
“HENTAINATOR NOT LIABLE FOR ACTIONS OF WAIFUS OR USER”
Jacob blinked. Did it just respond to him like it could hear him? How—
There was a loud crash downstairs and Jacob jumped. What the hell!? He told Brat to get Stripes back upstairs what was going on–
The phone vibrated louder and a musical sting followed by a loud feminine voice blared out of it.
“WAIFU CAT FIGHT (NO PUN INTENDED!!!) ENGAGEING!”
Two chibi sixteen-bit sprites of Stripes and Brat appeared on the screen, and while Jacob was not a gamer at all, he recognized the “homage” to Street Fighter 2. The two waifus were standing across from each other in fighting poses while moving in a choppy and half finished idle animation that didn’t loop properly. Brat’s boobs would bounce up and then instantly cut back to their original position and Stripe's sprite couldn’t seem to tell if she had a tail or not due to it vanishing, very noticeably, between frames.
FIGHT!!!
The two Sprites smashed into each other and almost immediately Jacob could hear something heavy slam on the floor followed by Brat screaming in either pain or fury. This was reflected by her sprite getting ragdolled by Stripes as the cat slapped her repeatedly in the face.
“WAIFU: BRAT… LOSE! :( BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME!”
Jacob breathed a sigh of relief. Good. If they started fighting for real they’d tear the house down. He moved to the door and started to head towards the stairs himself. It had been a bad idea to send Brat down there he should have just–
WAIFU EVOLVING! WOW!! PLEASE WAIT !!!
The screen changed to the 3D model of Brat from when Taylor had first transformed into her. Only now sporting wings and with a devilishly smug smirk on her face.
LEWD from HAPPY HOTEL has EVOLVED INTO SUPER LEWD!!! NEWS STATS BOOSTED!!! STRONGER THAN EVER :D
A list of stats popped underneath the model of Brat but Jacob didn’t understand any of the numbers or what they meant. Not helped that the numbers were sprawling and all over the place… Fuck it made his head hurt . He was a wrestler! Not some kind of number nerd!
He glanced up at the new Brat he was now doing aerial somersaults in the air. That was cool and all but what about Stripes?
He got his answer quickly. The screen transitioned right back to the fighting screen from earlier only now with the winged Brat floating in front of Stripes.
WAIFU CAT FIGHT (PUN NOW INTENTIONAL) ROUND 2!! START
“Oh no.” Jacob whispered. “Oh fuck.”
There was a loud crash followed by more yelling as the fight downstairs escalated. He raced out of the bedroom and to the stairs. He had to get them to stop! If he didn’t there wouldn’t be a house left! He heard Brat yell something followed by the sound of something shattering and Stripes roaring in pain. Oh God! What did they break this time!?
“Shitshitshitshit” He raced down the stairs and–FUCK!
He tripped over one of the steps that Stripes had split earlier and nearly tumbled down the entire flight of stairs and broke his neck. Shit! Stupid cat! She–
CRASH
The house shook violently as something heavy hit the house he could hear the wall breaking apart and the the sickening sound of something equally heavy being crushed. If he hadn’t known better he would have thought a car had hit the house.
WHAT THE FUCK WERE THEY DOING IN THERE!?
He regained his composure and continued down the stairs. Slower this time as he felt the rage and frustration inside him build. How the fuck was he going to explain the house being destroyed to mom and dad on top of the cat and his stepbrother now being his sex slaves?
.No scratch that. They weren’t even slaves because slaves would have actually listened instead of tearing the house apart!
He entered the living room and stopped. His jaw dropped as his brain struggled to parse what he was seeing.
THERE WAS A FUCKING HOLE IN THE WALL!!
He stepped around the ruined entertainment system flattened beneath the refrigerator gawking the entire time in disbelief. He knew it was bad. But he didn’t know it was this bad! How the fuck was he—
He heard a low throat moan that was a cross between a moan and a purr and moved closer and peered through the wall and facepalmed.
Seriously!?
Brat was standing in front of Stripes with her head and face obscured by the cat’s shirt and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what she was doing underneath it. Nor did it take one to see what she was doing with her fingers that had slipped inside Stripes thong!
Stripes meanwhile was panting, her head lolling back as she purred loudly. Her ears twitching wildly with each and every thrust of Brat’s finger and every loud suck.
“Brat!” Jacob yelled. “Stop that!”
No response and Jacob felt his face grow red with rage as he leapt over the mess and entered the kitchen. With a yank he ripped Brat away from Stripes by yanking her on a wing.
Brat moaned in protest. “Huh– Wha!?” She slurred, swaying drunkenly. “Oh hey, Broooo~” she said, giggling. “I made her stop.”
Jacob smacked her across the face. “Idiot!” Jacob yelled. “Look what you did! The house is fucked!” He slapped her again, this time hard enough to leave a mark on her face. “How are we going to–”
He saw that Brat hadn’t even flinched from his strikes and was glaring at him. He backed off. “Fucking idiots.” He said as he turned away to look at the hole in the wall. “Fuck!”
Stripes, still panting, looked Jacob and cocked her head. “Do you want some cereal, master?” She asked meekly.
“No. I don’t want any fucking cereal!” Jacob growled as tears started to well up in Stripes eyes. “I want this place cleaned up before–”
Jacob heard the familiar sound of the front door being unlocked and then opening. Followed by two very familiar voices talking. “I can’t believe Jacob snuck home with a girl!” a feminine voice said. “And during this weather, even! We could have been in a serious accident getting here so quickly!”
“I don’t care about that!” A more masculine voice said. “I care about him doing drugs! If he fails a drug test there goes his scholarship!”
Jacob’s heart sank and he looked at Stripes and Brat standing there. Stripes with her teary eyes and Brat with a very smug look on her face. Did she do this? Why would she do this!
“Fuck.” He stammered as he raced out of the kitchen to confront his parents before they saw the complete disaster that was the house.
Fuckfuckfuckfuck
Things had gotten really complicated now.