A Spanish Alchemy

There was another flick of tongue in my pussy.

"Meow!" burst from my lips automatically.

"Eso es."

A tongue flicked again, while another mouth left kisses on my ass cheeks.

I could hardly bear how good it felt. I mewled again and purred.

"You are a good gatita."

The voice, I couldn't tell whose it was, felt like an echo deep in my mind.

The tongue left my pussy. Now it lapped against the perineum while fingers slid into my vagina.

Then, the tongue touched my anus. I jolted and squealed at the surprise. Never have I ever had someone lick my asshole before. It was an overwhelming sensation. It was not a sensation I was prepared for.

"Cálmate, gatita! Do not move. Just enjoy it."

The tongue went to my anus again. Drew circles around the rim. My knees buckled. My arms trembled fiercely. I wanted to collapse on the couch, but I knew Selena would chide me if I did, so I did my very best to stay standing, taking the tongue to my ass.

Soon, the tongue finished. Next was the finger. I mewled like a good cat as it went in.

"Good little gatita," cooed Selena.

The finger went in farther and farther. My asshole clenched around it with muscular pulses, and with each pulse, it went in deeper. And when it came out, and I breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

I had started to sweat. Sweat traced down my forehead, fell off the edge of my brow and nose. I wiped it away. It was oppressively hot now. Through the window, I could see the orange flashes of heat lightning in the remnants of storm clouds on the distant edge of the ocean.

"And now, the final part of the transformation," said the voice that echoed in my head, as if my own thought, though I knew it to be Selena's.

I felt the cold metal of the butt plug slide between my ass cheeks. It lingered there momentarily its tip touching my tight anus, before it penetrated.

"Mee-OW!"

I jumped up as the sharp pain hit me.

"Sshhhh, gatita. The transformation is painful, but the pain is only temporary."

Eliana persisted. Little by little, she pushed the butt plug into me, shimmying it in. Curt yelps left my mouth with each painful millimeter it went into my tight, saliva-lubricated rectum. Sweat beaded on my forehead.

The metal teardrop stretched my delicate hole more and more. My thighs quivered. My abdominals strained until one final push, and my rectum swallowed the plug causing a cascade of relief to wash over me.

I collapsed onto the couch and curled into a small feline ball. I glanced back at my ass and found the bushy tail sprouting from it. I snickered profusely, then shut my eyes. The world faded to black. I grew tired. I grew lightheaded. Sounds began to disappear until there was only the leaves outside rustling like static until that too faded into oblivion.

I opened my eyes. Found that I was no longer on the couch. It was no longer night out. At least the sky was no longer the color of night, but I couldn't tell if it were really day. I couldn't tell how long I had been out. And I didn't know where I was.

To the east, where a dawn sun hung low, the sky was tinted the color of peaches. Clouds suspended like golden nebulae there. To the west was the crescent moon, pale and silver, in a deep purple sky speckled with the expansive white Milky Way.

I was on a raised platform. A smooth marble platform with columns and arches around me that reminded me of the columns and arches of the Baelo Claudia ruins. But I was not in Baelo Claudia. Nor was I in Spain anymore, it seemed.

All around me was water, still like a polished mirror, reflecting the surreal, sailing beauty of the sky.

A white marble statue was beneath two columns in the direction of the dawn sun. I approached it and saw its flawless details - a woman in a flowing robe and a crown of sun rays. An epithet etched into the base of her statue read:Sol Invictus, which I knew to mean, with my basic understanding of Latin, 'the unconquered sun'. A small smile on her frozen marble face. Her arm reaching out to something, or someone behind me.

I turned around and found the object of her perennial reach: Another gleaming statue of a woman. Her hand reached out, too. They reached for each other.

I went to the other statue to inspect it. A crown of a crescent moon curled like elegant horns on her head. Etched in the base of her statue:Noctiluca - 'illuminator of the night'.

A noise behind me. A whispering wind. Fluttering of wings. I turned and found a bed in the center of the platform, where I had awakened. It had four posters. Curtains draped around it, fluttering.

I went to the bed. I felt a beckoning to lay in it, so I lay. It was soft there. A warm and fathomless bliss was there.

I realized I still had my tail. The butt plug was still inside, still stretching my asshole. I felt it through the anxious pulsing of my blood. The cat-ear headband was still on my head. I went to take it off but was interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. If you remove that, you will no longer be a cat."

I swiveled around and found Selena leaning against her statue.

Another voice on the opposite side, "We aren't finished with you yet, gatita."

The source of the voice was Eliana, standing beside her statue with her arms crossed. They both wore flowing, silken robes. Eliana's robe was radiant white, gleaming with sunlight. Selena's the gloam of twilight. On their heads crowns, the same that adorned the statues. Eliana's a halo of golden sunrays, Selena's a crescent moon arcing upward like silver horns.

I tried speaking, but no words, only a soft mewling came from my mouth. I held my hands to my mouth in shock. I tried speaking again, but only another soft meow ushered out my mouth.

"Oh, dear sexy Julia, do not fear. You are safe here. This is a place of pleasure, and we only want you to pleasure us and in turn, for you to let us pleasure you," said Selena.

Both she and Eliana approached me. They dropped their robes as they climbed onto the bed and put their gentle hands on my naked body.

Eliana ran her hand over my bushy tail, then tugged on it, causing a light pain in my ass. Fingers touched my nipples. Pinched them. Next were tongue and teeth, gliding, nibbling.

I writhed helplessly. I was powerless to do anything but let them have me however they wanted. They were goddesses, after all. And I was nothing more than a pet for them to play with. But I found nothing wrong with it. I wanted it, after all. I wanted these goddesses to taste me and give me pleasure. So, I let them give me pleasure. Eliana went down on me. She pulled my legs apart. Her tongue plunged between my lips and showed me what a goddess could do with it. But all too soon, she finished licking me, and I yearned for more and gave her a soft mewling sound to beg for it, but she had another idea.

"I want to rub my pussy against yours until we both come," she said.

She faced me, then scissored her legs between mine. We touched our pussies together and began gyrating our hips synchronously, pushing our pussies into each other's, rubbing our swollen and electrified clits against each other's, smearing the juices of our sex together and our sweat together.

She sat on my tail while we made love this way, which had an incredible effect -- every thrust I made to force my pussy against hers caused my tail to tug against my butt plug, so I could feel the metal teardrop pull against my ass. This brought the sex to an intensity beyond anything I had ever experienced.

While Eliana and I ground our pussies together, Selena straddled my face. She smothered me so that I couldn't breathe. But I held my breath as I moved my tongue between the slick folds of her pussy. She stroked her clit vigorously while I licked.

Eliana ground against me harder and harder while I flicked my tongue faster and faster between Selena's legs. It was a mad cacophony of pleasure. A strident, rising codetta. I cried out. The orgasm was close. And I could feel Eliana on the verge of one too, and Selena. It was only a matter of seconds. Their bodies trembled, as did mine. Our writhing motions were erratic and forceful.

Eliana screamed out. Her pussy gushed prodigiously. Soon, I was with her. My muscles seized up. My ass clenched against the butt plug. My body shook violently, then I exploded too.

Twitching with her aftershocks, Eliana curled up blissfully beside me. While I wanted to curl up with her, I still had unfinished business. I still had to finish Selena. She was getting close too. She rubbed her clit quickly. I penetrated her pussy as deeply as I could manage with my tongue and felt her pussy pleasingly tighten around my tongue with her involuntary contractions.

She screamed out ecstatically. She clutched onto my hair as if fearful of falling off my face. I moved my tongue inside her vigorously, persisting as she persisted until finally, she erupted, and her warm fluid -- her cum -- drizzled down my face and into my mouth.

She collapsed to my other side from Eliana.

"Oh, thank you, Julia. That was so wonderful. So, so wonderful," she breathed.

Still gasping for air and writhing in the warm and comfortable bed, I stared wide-eyed at the Milky Way, swirling in a purple and pink firmament. There were many more galaxies beyond it, like clouds of sparkling sand, stretching out towards infinity.

I wanted to respond to Selena. I wanted to thank her, and Eliana, for a wonderful, mind-blowing evening. But I couldn't. I could not use human words. All I could do was purr, so I purred while I stared deeply into the starry firmament and dozed deeply into sleep.

I woke the following morning to the sound of a rooster crowing.

Silver sunlight streamed in through the window to fall upon me. A floor fan thrummed peacefully, oscillating back and forth.

I stretched out and yawned. The sun was pleasant. I could lie there all day. But I was curious about my strange surroundings, so I got up and walked around to satiate that curiosity.

I soon realized that I was in the bedroom of the cottage. I was in Eliana's and Selena's cottage in the mountain above Bolonia. They were not here now, so I went to look for them. I went to the living room. They were not there either. But the front door of the cottage was open. It swung to-and-fro in the breeze, slapping brightly against the door frame, creaking on its hinges.

There were voices outside. So, I went outside and found them sitting at a table, each with a coffee in hand. The expansive beauty of the ocean before them. The strait of Gibraltar glittering in the distance. Beyond the strait, the rugged coastline of Morocco and the Atlas Mountains. Tangier glimmering white in the bright white sun.

Eliana spotted me and exclaimed, "Ah, there she is! Our little Julia."

"Buenas, gatita!" Selena sung.

I sauntered over to them. To Selena's legs first, and then to Eliana's. I rubbed my body against their calves and purred. Her hand reached down and scratched behind my ears, then ran along my back, a wonderful feeling.

"Would you like some breakfast, Julia?" She said.

I gave her a polite meow. She gave me another scratch behind my ears and placed a dish of warm milk in front of me.

After finishing the milk, I rubbed against their legs again. Then I found a spot nearby where the stone was warm from the sun, and I curled up there to gaze at the Andalucía coast.

Faisal was in the pasture, his head down in the golden grass, browsing. He paused to look at me. I saw in his eyes a knowing look. He snorted cheerily, as if to welcome me home, then he continued browsing.

I was not afraid of this transformation. I had consented to it, after all, and to be Eliana's and Selena's cat was a good thing. They were not malevolent witches. They were lovely goddesses. Besides, I knew that I could transform back into a human whenever I wanted to -- I sensed that all I had to do was think that I wanted to be a human again, and it would happen at once. I knew could leave this place of my own volition, but I didn't want to. For now, I wanted stay here as there was nothing to fear here. There was only the stress-free life of a cat in the beautiful Spanish countryside.

Thank you very much for reading my story! I hope you didn't mind the absurdity of it. Somehow, characters in my stories tend to turn into animals. Blame it on all those Animorphs I read growing up.

In any case, I dedicate this story to those with the courage to go through great transformations in their lives, whether its quitting their soul-crushing jobs, leaving behind a toxic relationship, or trying a butt plug for the first time.

Please give it a rating, leave a comment, or shoot me an e-mail. Feedback is much appreciated!

And in keeping with tradition here are some songs I like, containing the feeling of summer on the Costa del Sol:

The Sun - Parov Stelar

Harvest Moon - Poolside (a cover of the Neil Young song)

Malagueñas - Juanito Valderrama

Aserejé - Las Ketchup

La Calle de Las Sirenas -- Kabah

Perreo Bonito - Carlos Sadness, La Bien Querida

Drinkee - Sofi Tukker

Perra - Rigoberta Bandini

Luz de Luna - Natalia Lafourcarde