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JP Mackey suggested more smut, LittleNeko suggested cryptid smut/sci-fi, Terry Angell suggested a cat, or a vampire, or a cat vampire who turns people into cat people, or a vampire who turns invisible but can’t control it, or maybe the cat turns invisible too.
Please enjoy this story, Mothman vs. Invisible Vampire Cat:
“Mothman, we meet at last!”
Invisible Vampire Cat spoke in Mothman’s mind, their voice a soft timber with a small rumble of menace in his thoughts. Of course the damn cat would be psychic; cat’s mouths were not made for speech, after all.
Mothman spread his wings high over his head, blocking the full moon from view. He had been tracking Invisible Vampire Cat’s spaceship for weeks, maybe months, as it flickered in and out of visibility across his swamp. No one would set foot in his territory, where he alone could confound and mystify the local humans! Not even an invisible vampire cat!
“I’ve been waiting a long time for this moment, Cat!” he called back, in the language of his own invention that no human had ever been able to decipher or understand. See if Invisible Vampire Cat could follow that!
“We’ll see who’s been waiting for what, Mothman!”
Ah, so the cat did understand. Interesting. A cunning adversary, indeed. Still, the time had come to put an end to the cat’s intrusion on his swamp.
“You will never defeat me, Cat!” Mothman cried. “I see the past, the present, the future, and all possible timelines as clearly as you see me now!”
“Ah, but I surprised you just now, didn’t I?” Invisible Vampire Cat said, somehow purring in Mothman’s mind as they spoke.
The sensation was disconcertingly pleasant, vibrating in places Mothman hadn’t even known he could feel. He shook it off.
“I am a vortex of time and space! I see all, I know all!”
Invisible Vampire Cat suddenly appeared before him, closer than he’d expected. Close enough that Mothman could have reached out the smallest distance with his appendage and stroked their soft fur.
“Dammit,” Invisible Vampire Cat muttered in his mind. “I don’t actually control the invisibility. It comes and goes.”
“Oh, that’s inconvenient,” Mothman said.
“It is, it really is.” Invisible Vampire Cat flicked their ears back in annoyance, then shook their body from the tip of their sweet little nose to the end of their long, flowing tail. “Anyhow, I’m totally unpredictable, even by a being so in tune with the very fabric of the universe, Mothman. After all, I am a cat!”
Ah, damn. That much was true. Cats . . . cats did not move through space and time like they should. Mothman had assumed an Invisible Vampire Cat might be different. He’d been a fool.
“It’s really not your fault,” Invisible Vampire Cat purred in his mind again. “Cats are like that.” Then they reached their front paws forward and bowed in a deep stretch.
Mothman felt his fingers flex. He wanted to pet that soft, sleek fur. And in that bowed stretch, ears flat against their head, Invisible Vampire Cat was so . . . cute.
“Hey, ever been bitten by a vampire?” Invisble Vampire Cat asked, as they stood from their stretch. “It’s incredibly pleasurable.”
Mothman took a step back. “What? No, of course not. It’s what — why would you ask?”
Invisible Vampire Cat closed the step between them, large yellow green eyes unblinking. “Why do you think I’m asking?”
“I — I tracked you down here for a fight to the death,” Mothman stammered, though now he couldn’t help picturing those long, white canines glinting in the moonlight, sinking into his own fuzzed skin. Incredibly pleasurable? So he’d heard . . .
Invisible Vampire Cat smiled. Cat’s mouths weren’t shaped correctly for talking, but they could certainly smile. They winked one big yellow eye. “We certainly don’t have to, if you’d rather fight.”
Mothman stammered, he didn’t even know what. Invisible Vampire Cat strolled closer, arched their back, and smeared themselves from head to toe along Mothman’s body. Their fur was incredible soft, almost like a new hatched duckling. Mothman shivered.
He had not envisioned this.
“What if I just, you know, just a little nibble, on the arm, perhaps, just so you know? Just so you get to experience it, one time?” Invisible Vampire Cat added a vocal “mrr.” The soft, inquisitive sound tugged at Mothman’s heart.
“I mean, maybe.” Mothman hesitated, lowering his huge wings just a few inches.
Invisible Vampire Cat arched their back and rubbed their full length against Mothman again. “You’ll like it,” they rumbled in his mind.
Invisible Vampire Cat reached out for Mothman’s arm and nipped, gently, almost playfully; then sank their long vampire cat fangs into the meat of his arm.
It was, as Invisible Vampire Cat had promised, remarkably pleasurable; almost too much, too quickly. Mothman gasped and clutched at Invisible Vampire Cat’s fur. It was just as soft as he had imgined in his fingers. He groaned as the cat bit him harder.
“Oh, Cat,” he groaned. “Oh, that is . . . something.”
“Oh, I know,” Invisible Vampire Cat purred in his mind, sending vibrating ripples deeper through his body. “It gets better.”
Invisible Vampire Cat removed their sharp fangs from Mothman’s arm and slunk up the length of Mothman’s body, soft fur tickling his belly. In a moment, the cat had snuggled in close to Mothman’s neck, and before he knew what might happen next, Invisible Vampire Cat sank their long fangs into the soft part of Motthman’s shoulder. The sensation was exquisite; coursing through Mothman’s body.
“Oh!” he said. “Oh, Invisible Vampire Cat, I never knew!”
“That’s why I had to show you,” Invisible Vampire Cat purred in his mind. They purred more, louder, vibrating through Motman’s entire being, vibrating through every past, every future, through every possibility in time until that sound, pulsing through him, was all Mothman could see or know. Here, and now, with an impossible interdimensional cat that he had never expected.
The multitude of sensations coursing through him, from wingtip to appendage tip, all overwhelmed him at once, and his body wracked with intense, delightful shudders.
“I’m not done with you,” Invisible Vampire Cat purred. The purred somehow louder, vibrating Mothman’s entire being, not just across every possibility, but filling them, until every possibility was Mothman’s rapturous being succumbing to yet another overwhelm of his every sense.
But as each possibility crystalized in this moment of pure, blazing feeling, one by one, each possibility began to collapse. At first, Mothman didn’t even notice the first few thousand, as the intensity of what he felt gave way little by little to a wash of warmth and bliss. But as each possibility released him, they began to fall away, first by the thousands, then by the hundreds of thousands.
Warmth and bliss began to turn to chill.
“What . . . what are you doing? What’s happening?”
“Ah, I told you, Mothman,” Invisible Vampire Cat said. “I am a cat. And cats — well, we can’t be predicted.”
As dominoes set up and then nudged, all the possibilities that Mothman had ever known fell, each thousand taking another thousand with them, closing off his sense of the multitudes of universes. Each of them collapsed around him, until only one remained, and then, at last, even that one faded to absolute nothing.
Invisible Vampire Cat continued to smile as Mothman fell beneath their slight weight. The purr from a small throat filled the humid swamp air. In a moment, the thrum of a spacecraft’s engine joined it, humming in harmony.
After several minutes, the rough shape of a pile of swamp muck rose, smaller than before. The new, second cat gave a little “Mrr?” of inquiry. Invisible Vampire Cat answered with a louder purr of their own.
Together, the two shapes of little animals with soft, soft fur and sharp, sharp teeth began to fade from view, leaving behind only the sounds of singing frogs and crickets and an occasional alligator grunting in the darkness.
