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This poem fills a square on my card for the [community profile] kink_bingo  fest. This fest encourages people to push the limits of their comfort zone by creating erotica, pr0n, smut, and other sexy stuff in the many flavors of kinky, sensual, and otherwise exotic activities. I'm hoping to attract some new readers for my writing.

The following story belongs to Schrodinger's Heroes, featuring an apocryphal television show supported by an imaginary fandom. It's science fiction about quantum physics and saving the world from alternate dimensions. It features a very mixed cast in terms of ethnicity and sexual orientation. This project developed with input from multiple people, and it's open for everyone to play in. You can read more about the background, the characters, and a bunch of assorted content on the menu page.

Fandoms: Original (Schrodinger's Heroes)
Kink: Plushie or furry kink
Medium: Poetry
Summary/Preview: Our heroes keep getting turned into cats. This has an impact on Kay's sex life.
Content Notes: No standard notes apply.
Additional Information: NSFW. Canonical woman of color (Kay is Hispanic). Solo sex. Toys.

"Catting Around"

It is all the fault of quantum physics.
Kay enjoys a great many kinks,
but this one about cats
is entirely new and acquired,
not something she was born with
or discovered on her own,
but something encountered only
because of the Teflon Tesseract
and its intermittent tendency to reformat reality.

The first time everyone gets turned into cats,
it is utterly unexpected and alarming.
Alex figures out how to turn them all back,
and they try to forget about it and go on.
Still, Kay recalls how her first thought was not
Madre de Dios, I am a cat!
but Either I am still dreaming ... or I am a cat.
Hm. Hunting time!

It happens again, and again, and again.
They are, after all, Schrodinger's Heroes
so perhaps the manifold is amused
to remake them all in his image.
Alter!Kay is a warm brown,
darker at the points as if toasted,
like the Tonkinese breed.

Kay becomes increasingly intrigued
by the feline experience.

When she is a cat,
she senses the world in whole new ways:
the motion of air around her whiskers speaks to her
of the room's size and the furniture's shape,
while the floor quickens with lines of scent
drawn by the swift delicious feet of the mice.

Her body under the fur feels almost fluid.
Kay revels in the way she can pour herself
over the back of the couch and down,
glide through slender spaces,
catch the bark of the twisting manzanita
under her claws and climb toward the sky.

Then there is petting.
Kay has come to love petting.
Best of all is fingers in her fur,
when they are not every one of them
cats at the exact same time,
so that someone's hand can be
stroking her while she purrs and purrs --
but Kay likes petting even when
everyone is human, the slow glide
of skin over skin, and the memory
of petting fur instead.

If she brings home a body pillow
in the shape of a black cat
so that she has something furry to cuddle,
well, nobody needs to know.

Sometimes when she finds herself in feline form,
her body's cycle decides to translate itself into heat;
other times there is catnip or some alien equivalent
of psychedelic aphrodisiac that leaves everyone
rolling and yowling and humping each other
so that the common room smells like tomcat pipí for weeks.

When Kay is human,
and pleasing herself in her room,
that is what she fantasizes about now,
because sex is so much more intense when she's in heat.
Just the memory of it makes her muscles melt with ecstasy.

So she buys herself a taffy tickler dildo,
clear glass with bands of hot pink silicone
dotted on to create peaks like a tomcat has,
and she ruts with it until the pleasure
pushes her over the edge, yowling.

Kay feels a little silly about this, wondering
if maybe something has gone wrong with her
for developing such a weird fetish,
but then she catches Alex in the common room
wearing a pair of bionic cat ears
that twitch when Kay walks in,
and Alex is poking diligently at the electronics
while muttering something about two-way feedback,

and Kay remembers that here,
weird is not wrong,
it's the norm.

* * *


1) Madre de Dios -- Mother of God

2) Alter!Kay often looks like this, as shown in LOL_Heroes. Tonkinese cats come in various colors but the brown is very distinctive.

3) Manzanita is a broad group of trees and bushes found throughout much of southwestern America.

4) The cat body pillow looks like this. Kay has the black version.

5) pipí -- pee

6) The taffy tickler looks like this, and there's a more detailed review of a similar model.

7) Bionic cat ears do exist, and respond to the wearer's brain waves. (Don't laugh: for some folks, this amounts to a prosthetic for crucial body language that they were born without the necessary organs to use.) Alex's model is, of course, already better and she's determined to improve it even further.

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Date: 2014-11-17 06:03 am (UTC)
technoshaman: Tux (Default)
From: [personal profile] technoshaman
here, weird is not wrong, it's the norm.

You'd like our house.

"We're all mad here, but it's okay..."

(And the irony that the name of that song is "Cheshire Kitten" is not lost :)


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