Catwomen of the Cherubim Cemetery: Tregar's Revenge
Werewolf Tregar hates how catwomen flash their assholes at him as he goes about minding his own business. At the next full moon, he gets his revenge.
As anyone with even a passing familiarity of cats will know,
those dreadful creatures love to flaunt their assholes.
So too did the catwomen of the Cherubim Cemetery.
Sunning themselves on the grounds of the cemetery
or curled up for a nap on the warm stones of a tomb
they did their best to ensure
that any passers-by took note of the charms of their derrière.
Tregar had seen them too many times to count.
Only in the last day, that little pink-haired one
had shifted on her stomach at his approach,
the better to show off her anal assets;
the redhead with the balloon-like breasts
had seemingly ignored him, but she had already arranged her position to display
that little pink hole to her best advantage.
He had made a sound of disgust
and walked on.
The black-haired one, though, was worst of all.
Upon hearing his footfall,
she had turned her head, met his gaze,
and then reached back
to spread her ass cheeks as if to ask
whether he liked what he saw.
The insouciant triumph of her expression
when he failed to turn away
had burned itself into his memory.
He snarled as he tore off his clothes,
tossing them to the floor in a heap.
Beyond the arched window of the room,
sunset had streaked the sky,
and the final rays of the day
cast a golden sheen across his chiseled chest.
Out of habit,
he glanced at the clock on the mantelpiece.
A quarter of seven—
but he needed no timepiece to know
when the moon would rise. Already
his body was changing, shedding
the shell of his humanity
for his true self.
Less than an hour, and then
he’d teach that little cat a lesson
that she’d never forget.
