|The Demonic Truth
Author: Snowflakes Are Drifting PM
Shelia picked up a sleek black cat from the streets, with shinning yellow eyes. The cat is actually a demon that came to...explore her. Cough, cough. Rate M for explicit sexual references.Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor/Supernatural - Words: 1,069 - Reviews: 4 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 11-15-10 - Published: 07-08-10 - id: 2826276
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Author's Note: Rated M, for explicit sexual reference.
It's Saturday. I woke up at 6:00 A.M in the morning, the alarms causing Meow to screech and split quickly from my room, her back arching like the crazy demonic cat she is. I sigh, and hit and stopper button, roll out of bed and shudder when a blast of chilly wind hits me.
"What the window?" I curse, and went out to shut them. Then I got dress in the lethargic way I get sometimes in the morning, and stood in front of the mirror. A girl, with long, shinny black hair at 5'4 with a slender waist and some a freckle near the bottom of her chin stares back at me.
I pick up some jeans and starts to dress quickly, sliding a pink T-shirt over my head, then topped that off with a punk, dark leather jacket. "Hey Shelia," I breath into the mirror and drew a upside down heart using the condensation I made. Anyway, it's Saturday, so we didn't have school. It's Summer Break- for crying out loud!
CIS. I took one look at the mirror and it crack- the mirror, not me. Of course, we all knew the reason the mirror crack, don't we? I'm gorgeous. :P. Yes, anyway I said to the mirror, "It's a new morning, you know. You don't have to crack for me, like every time you sees my gorgeous body. Thought you'd be used to it now." The mirror bent and crack even more. I grimace, and try to ignore it, but it cracks every time I put my face closer to it.
Bleah, trying to get a saxy hairstyle, so I pick up my brush and went to work, every few minutes the mirror shudders and crack a bit, and one time, blood starts gushing out of two cracks, that seem suspiciously like nostrils, when I accidentally touch the mirror with the back of my hand. O.O. Anyway, I manage to go through the morning without cracking anything else, since the tables I eat at groans, and the chairs I sat on moans, the forks make hissing noises, and so on.
But I was done with cracking noises, on more thing that cracks for me, and I'll go insane. BTW, Meow is a demonic cat, not that I expect you to care, but this you just have to know, in order for this movie to go on. Meow is a demonic cat, yes, but she is also a homosexual slut that spends her daylights- and nights, patrolling the dark alleyways, looking for customers that happens to fit her taste. O.O.
No, I'm not joking, even when I said demonic, I meant it literally. Meow is a demon seal inside a cat's body, by a Being that is greater that you or me, who could no longer stand by and watch as Meow victimize dozens of both Men and Women, taking away their virginity and giving them in virginity's place- AIDS. Yes, didn't you know? Demons are the ones responsible for the pandemic spread of AIDS. The reason that AIDS is now part of you and me.
As I was saying, Meow is a demonic cat, but not necessary mine. At my twelve birthday, I was given a baby kitten, a gift from my mother. She was mantled in black, and so cute, staring up at me with those sparkling, blue cat eyes. I named her Meow, Since ever since she was presented to me, she meows nonstop, and wouldn't stop until I consented to breast feed her.
Uhmm, Let's go back a little, should we? Anyway, I was holding Meow in my hands, she was the size of a melon-Lols, and she was meowing nonstop. So me and my mother decided to feed her some milk in the fridge. But she wouldn't drink it. For hours we attempted to cajole her into drinking, but she stubbornly refused to drink.
At the same time, strangely, we noticed her eyes were fixed on our breasts, the whole time we were begging her to drink. After half the afternoon passed by without change, we noticed Meow was getting weaker- her meows was getting less frequent and quieter, so we had to try SOMETHING, don't we? So we decided to breast feed Meow, no homo. O.o.
My Mother is 46, and she is no longer able to produce fresh milk, and I just happen to had my period a year ago, yes I matured fast- :P, so in the end we decided for me to do the job. Anyway, I wanted some privacy, so I took Meow to the bathroom, and locked the door. Maybe it's just me, but throughout the whole time, she was staring at my body greedily without blinking, her tails swishing from left to right.
I placed Meow in the sink, and stripped down to my panties. Meow hissed with renew vigor, as her eyes felled on my naked breasts. She pawed the air, trying to reach me, albeit it wasn't possible, unless I do my job, and grab her- which I did. I grabbed Meow gently and pressed her snout to my breast. She bite down hard, and suckled greedily, her tails swishing, ever so fast.
After a couple of minutes, when my breast started to get sore, and Meow's tummy was getting round, I attempted to dislodge Meow gently from my breasts, but she would not let go. O.O, I tugged and tried to shake her off gently, but she stubbornly held on. After a while, my breast ran out of milk, but when she sucks on relentlessly, this pleasure slowly starts to build up, and I gripped the tub and let out an unsure moan.
My eyes trailed to Meow's eye, and she was gazing up at me knowingly. Suddenly Meow dropped from my breast and landed on the linoleum floor with grace. She looks up at me innocently, and I gave her an unsure smile. She turns around and suddenly started to chase her tail. I smiled, and chastised myself for think Meow was anything but a innocent baby cat. ^.^, If she is anything, but a innocent baby cat...
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