I don't want to sound like I'm demanding but I am begging, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE MORE OF CATRISSA, PLEASEEEE I'LL DO ANYTHING FOR YOU
(of course you don't have to, I totally understand. I just want you to know that I love you and please keep writing. I love the passion and hardwork that you put on your works and I appreciate it a lot. You don't know how much your fics saved me from ending everything, I owe you oneđ)
hello lovely, first of all i am so so sorry it took me this long to get the motivation to write again and to write this, i doubt you even remember sending this but i hope it isn't awkward that i'm posting it now đ also thank you so so much for the message, so much love to you đ«¶đŒ
a/n: this is an older request, i have several new ones that i am working on but that aren't ready to post yet so enjoy this little drabble while i finish those up!
Surprise!
Words: ~1k | ao3 link in title
Tags: fluff, mild hurt/comfort, catrissa, shapeshifting
âLarissa?â you called out as you shut the door to your apartment behind you, dropping your keys onto a table in the hall and kicking off your shoes.
You were home a bit earlier than youâd said you would be â you had postponed some errands until next week, eager instead to get home to your girlfriend, who was staying with you for the weekend.
Larissa had texted you earlier in the afternoon that sheâd gotten into town and had let herself into your apartment with her spare key, but your greeting was met with silence, so you wandered around in search of her.
The kitchen was empty, and so was the living room. Larissaâs laptop was on the coffee table, open to her screensaver, and you approached the sofa â jumping when you saw a cat curled up on the cushions.
So either Larissa, who was still nowhere to be found, had decided to surprise you by getting you a cat, or youâd left the patio door open that morning by mistake. Knowing yourself, it had probably been the latter.
You knelt down beside the sofa, watching the cat sleep for a moment. It was a beautiful cat, with long, snowy white fur, a round face, a pink nose. It appeared to be sleeping deeply, its whiskers twitching as it dreamed, and you couldnât help but reach out and gently stroke its fur.Â
âHi there, little oneâŠâ
The cat slowly began to stir, stretching out its front legs, its paws, yawning widely, teeth clicking as it did so. Its eyelids fluttered a bit, then opened, the brightest blue youâd ever seen in a cat meeting your gaze â then widening almost comically as the cat startled fully awake.
Its fur bristled and it shrunk away from your hand, which you quickly retracted.Â
âIâm sorry for startling you,â you whispered, shifting back on your heel a bit so that you werenât so close anymore, gently offering your hand for the cat to sniff. It stared at your fingers, seemingly perplexed, its gaze darting between your hand and your face.
There was something strangely human about the catâs expression, and something eerily familiar as well, though you shook off the feeling. It reminded you of Larissa in some ways, though that was probably just because it had blue eyes, and because Larissa had been on your mind when youâd found the cat.
âItâs okay⊠whereâd you come from?â you asked, as if you expected an answer, waiting patiently for the cat to decide on its next move, wondering if it would let you cuddle it or if it would go running to wherever it came from. âDid I leave a door open?â
The cat shook its head andâ the cat shook its head? Your brows knit together in confusion â it was as if the cat could understand you, the way its gaze was penetrating your own.Â
âCan you understand me? Of course you canât, thatâs sillyâŠâÂ
The cat had an almost remorseful look on its face, and slowly pushed its head against the back of your hand â something which you took advantage of immediately by scratching behind its ears, pleased when its eyes went half-lidded and it started to purr.
Then it stood, almost reluctantly, pulling out of your grasp and hopping down onto the floor. It stretched once, pawing at the rug as its back arched, and then, quite suddenly, your girlfriend was standing in the place where the cat had just been moments ago.Â
You were so shocked that you fell backwards onto your butt, your heart racing like a hummingbird.Â
Larissa stood before you, looking, for the first time since youâd met her, truly nervous and a little embarrassed. Her cheeks were tinged pink and she seemed to want to look anywhere but you as she smoothed a hand over her hair to get rid of nonexistent flyaways.
Silence stretched between the two of you, ringing in your ears.Â
âRissaâŠ?â You finally managed to find your voice, pushing yourself to your feet and taking a tentative step towards your girlfriend, who seemed to be silently begging the floor to open up and swallow her whole. You wrapped an arm around her waist, slowly pulling her in towards you, giving her an out. âIs this okay?â
Larissa nodded sheepishly and you reached up to straighten her collar, your fingers brushing against her delicate collarbone in the process.Â
âSo youâre a⊠shapeshifter?â You knew that she worked at Nevermore and that she must be some sort of outcast, but sheâd never mentioned it before and you didnât want to pry, wanting her to tell you when she felt comfortable doing so.
âI am, yes,â Larissa replied quietly. âIâm sorry that you had to find out like this.â Her voice and expression were both subdued and guarded, as if she was expecting the worst, and it broke your heart.
âI figured youâd tell me when you were ready⊠I guess the catâs out of the bag now.â Your attempt at humor managed to draw an incredulous look and a suppressed snort from the blonde, whose cheeks darkened a shade.Â
âThatâs an awful joke,â she murmured, though her lips twitched at the outer corners.
You grinned. âI know.â Larissa still seemed embarrassed and you cupped her cheek, rubbing your thumb over it as if willing the redness to go down. âWhy a cat?â
Larissa shrugged, biting the inside of her cheek as she seemed to deliberate. âItâs something I used to do to soothe myself as a child and I suppose it stuck⊠itâs a comfortable form to be in, I was tired after the drive down hereâŠâ
You couldnât help but smile at her attempt to justify herself. âYou know I donât care, right? I just wasnât expecting to come home to find a cat on my sofa, is all.âÂ
Larissa released a breath, finally allowing herself to relax a bit in your arms. âThank you.â
âIâve actually been thinking of adopting a cat andââ
Larissaâs nose wrinkled in mock-disgust. âIâm not a pet,â she huffed, and you giggled.
âBut you make such a good cat, youâre so soft.â
âYou canât be seriousâŠâ
You pressed your lips to Larissaâs, humming softly, her hands coming up to cradle the back of your neck. âIâm not,â you mumbled with a smile. âI love you just the way you are.â
âAnd I love you,â she mumbled back, before deepening the kiss.
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in a human form, with a pair of snowy ears and a fluffy tail of the same colour, she was sprawled across your lap, the feline need to be pat and scratched taking over, making Larissa bump her head up into your palms as if asking for more. and she got exactly what she wanted, obviously, you seemed to enjoy it just as much as the principal did.
vibrations flowed trough the blondeâs throat, down her chest keeping it all warm. purr purr. âOh there it is again.â you coed gently not to take the shifter out of her trance. a sound ever so high pitched left her lipstick painted lips, you had just scratched the rich spot right above where the tail met flesh along her spine. droplets of saliva coated the hand that stroked under her chin. pearly white teeth, that rather looked like fangs, appeared. which totally stopped her from purring, freezing in the spot. âDid you drool on me?â your voice sounded hesitant. she only nodded before beginning to ramble out her share of apologies.
a hand came to grip Larissaâs throat and hold her body down in one swift move. âOh?â embarrassing. that was the correct word, a dark spot between her legs ruined her grey sweatpants; alarming the shapeshifterâs beloved- you - of just how much she enjoyed your fingers dancing over her pristine skin.
âStay right here pet. Not a single word.â a peck to the headmistressâs lips was given before you slowly walked to the hall. Larissa could hear the sound of you opening the door of your shared bedroom, ruffling trough her things. what a bonus these ears were.
soon there you were, stood in a bathrobe, strap on held nonchalantly in your smaller hand. âWhat if mommy gave this to you? Hmm?â you hummed. âBut first you must show me just how talented that little kitten tongue of yours is.â it took you a few long strides before you sat down like the goddess you were at the moment, spreading your legs open, forcing the bathrobe to fall to sides and allow for your body to be on display. fingers pointed down and so Larissa jumped in front of you , kneeling by your feet. gorgeous eyes piercing trough you as her fingers disappeared between your legs. breathing out, she chuckled as soon as you whimpered. that was silenced soon by her fingers entering my mouth.
âMake mommy happy darling.â and so the shifter started, diving right in. her nose nudging your clit as her talented tongue danced across your private parts. your hand moved to scratch fluffy snowy ears and to hold her in place.
purr purr. vibrations were sent right into your core as Larissa ate you out, her perfectly manicured hands on your thighs, switching between looking up, in hopes to see your angelic face as you moaned for her, and closing her eyes to stick her tongue as deep as she could. there it wasâ the spongy spot, you were slightly sour, just like grapes that you freshly picked on a summer evening walk by the shore. . . or the greenest apple in the garden of eden, sacred. . .
praises were filling the air as well as sloppy sounds of the blondeâs work and your repertoire of screams and other lustful sounds.
âRight here!â
âSuch-such a good thing.â
âMy petite fluff ball!â
Rissâ nails dig into your thighs as you tightened your grip on my hair, cumming right into her mouth. precious she looked; all wet and sticky. all happy Larissa swayed her tail from side to side, drinking all the liquor you offered.
catching your breath she could feel your grip softening. purr purr. kissing mommyâs thighs, you reached with your fingers, hooking them under the shapeshifterâs chin, pulling your face upwards. you tasted yourself on her lips, her back shivering within the strong sexual desire held between us. the air was thick with it, making it hardâ impossible to breathe. her sweatpants were soaked and the signature up-do ruined.
she havenât even noticed you tightening the toy around your hips and before Larissa could react, it was already too late, you began to push her head down, mumbling a little âopenâ before you forced the reddish shaft down the shapeshifterâs throat. âBetter than the last time, darling, make it all nice and wet for yourself. We wouldnât want to hurt my woman.â she seemed to remembered your words from the last time where you told her to breathe trough her nose and so thatâs what she did; taking the full length. slowly staring to bob her head, tail wagging from side to side as if a bird just flew around. excitement. rush. âOh? I see someone was training themselves for mommy?â an eyebrow of yours raised at that. booping her nose you let her know that itâs enough. âTake off your clothes, can you do that for me?â a tiny meow sound slipped out, no words allowed now.
as the last garment hit the ground, your hands were already reaching for her beautiful body, helping her up on your lap, gently pulling her down, one hand holding the shaft rubbing it trough her slick-covered folds. what a feeling. âThere you go.â you mumbled as Larissa slid down, a pornographic sound falling from her lipstick covered lipsâ so very much ruined from all the making out.
gently moving up and down Larissa was soon held down by her hips, them being led to rock backwards and frontwards. purr purr. pure bliss, her eyes closed shut, nails digging into her loverâs shoulders. hungry lips almost swallowing each others.
âA collar with a bell to jingle would fit my baby so nicely.â you smirked as a red spot appeared on her ass cheek. a smack so hard came in contact with Larissaâs flesh. forcing her to cry out in pain. but there she was moving closer. nonverbally begging for more. you repeated, giving into her demands.
you could see it so well. a soft sateen or perhaps silk ribbon around the principalâs neck with a golden jingle bell, bouncing around as well as her freckle covered tits. heavens gate. solar bliss. peak of beauty. â speaking of them, your lips moved to her boobs as you leaned her back, fucking up into her. your tongue swirled around her rose-ish bud, swollen and erected; ready for attention. almost begging for it. thatâs what you gave. sucking, licking and teasing, you soon bit it before switching to the other.
poor Larissa was a mess by now, a rag doll, the knot so tight it threatened to break without your permission.
pushing herself away, running from the pleasure that overwhelmed her, Larissa was held in place, hushed and cooed. âNot so fast kitten, cum for me. . . Cum for mommy.â
beep beep. . .
BEEP BEEP!!!
sitting up fast you tried to catch your breath. it hit you, blush covering your cheeks; you dreamed of it again. turning to side, switching the annoying noise of an alarm off before you faced your precious woman, sleeping peacefully next to you. . .
it became a reality that morning, Larissa purred for you that day.
What kind of cat species do you think Larissa would have. And what would the cats personally be and what would Larissa name it . Sorry for asking such a random question.
Ooooo, I like this question a lot! I actually have thought about it a lot lately. And my opinion is that Larissa would be a white Balinese cat. I really like the interesting shape of its head, the long nose, and big blue eyes. I also like the length of its fur - it's quite short on the head and chest, but the tail is magnificent. So, visually, I think it's the right breed for Larissa (or...Catrissa? is this how they call her?) If we're talking about personality, I think that she would be a sweet and tender cat, but only in terms of whether she wants something. Otherwise, she would be an independent cat and would sleep and play on her own. She wants to eat and scratch - she shows it to her ownerđ, she wants to stay alone - she shows it as clear as possibleđ . And she also likes her owner a lot, but she doesn't perceive them as someone who actually owns her, maybe more like a neighbor. And my headcannon is that she also likes to take care of her owner as of another cat, so she licks them, brings them toys and snacks from the dinner table. And yes...she likes to sleep in weird poses!
Just a little drabble about Larissa shifting into a cat <3
Words: ~1k
Inspired by a conversation with @im-a-carnivorous-plant and her STUNNING catrissa art !! đ»
also definitely thought about Little Cat by @sapphos-ode whilst writing this!
Youâre exhausted as you come home from work, locking the door to your apartment behind you and shrugging off your coat. As you kick off your shoes, you call out to your wife, who should be home by now - though youâre met with silence.
Frowning, you take a step towards the kitchen, nearly tripping over something at your feet. Your frown turns into a playful smile as you begin to laugh. Sitting at your feet and staring up at you is a large, fluffy cat, white as snow with wide, crystalline eyes. It meows as it begins to weave between your legs, rubbing against your calves.Â
âRiss, youâve gotta stop almost tripping me,â you say with a laugh - your words are met with a soft meow as Larissa blinks in apology.Â
Youâd known about Larissaâs shapeshifting abilities since the beginning of your relationship. Usually, she used them for more mundane things - becoming taller to reach the top shelves in your living room, or shifting her makeup on when she was running late.Â
One day, however, youâd come home to find your wife nowhere in sight - instead, a fluffy white cat was curled up at the center of your bed and dozing away. At the sound of your footsteps, the cat had startled and jumped off the bed, quickly shifting back into a very embarrassed looking Larissa. Once youâd managed to calm her nerves enough to stop blushing and stuttering out apologies, sheâd explained that sometimes, when sheâs alone, she likes to take the form of a cat - she can escape her worries about her stressful job and simply exist for a few hours.Â
Since then, and with a little encouragement from your side, sheâs been shifting more frequently around you - she usually shifts back into human form soon after you come home, but occasionally sheâll stay as a cat for a little while longer, enjoying the way you canât help but dote on her and snuggle her.Â
Today is no different.
You kneel down, reaching out your hand for her to sniff. You know itâs still your wife, but you canât help but treat her as you would a normal cat, and she seems to like it. She sniffs your hand then throws herself against you, rubbing her head against your knuckles and narrowing her eyes. In turn you begin to scratch behind her ears, drawing a soft purr from her throat.Â
Picking her up, you hold her close to your chest - she rubs the top of her head against your jaw, a deep, satisfied purr rumbling from her chest. You have to admit, as you carry her to the bedroom, that she isnât the only one getting some stress relief from the situation - her purrs instantly manage to calm and ground you, washing away any lingering thoughts about work or responsibilities.Â
Sitting on the bed, you set Larissa down beside you - she instantly curls into your side, looking up at you with wide, expectant eyes as you tell her all about your day. Every so often, sheâll let out an indignant mewl at something youâve said, blinking slowly to show understanding - Larissaâs always been a good listener, and her cat form is no different.
You run your fingers through her silken fur, gently scratching behind her ears and watching as she tilts her head to the side to allow you better access, her eyes narrowing to slits. With a loud purr, she rolls onto her back, allowing you to stroke her fur and gently scratch her belly.Â
âYouâre so cute, you know that?â you tease, your urges getting the better of you as you poke at the soft, pink pads of her paws. Larissaâs eyes widen and she swats at your hand, causing you to giggle and tease her more - she kicks her back legs at your hands and bites gently at your wrist.Â
âOw! Okay, okay, Iâll stop,â you say with a laugh, withdrawing your hand as Larissa rolls back onto her stomach and glares up at you, looking very human in that moment. As you lean down to press a kiss to the top of her head, she instantly melts, pressing her forehead against you. When you pull away, she chirps gently and gets to her feet, stretching out and arching her back into the air before hopping from the bed with grace.
Within seconds, the cat is replaced by Larissaâs human form. You grin up at your wife, sitting at the edge of the bed and parting your legs to allow her to step between them.Â
âHi, darling,â she coos warmly, resting her fingers underneath your chin and pushing it up as she leans down to steal a kiss.
âHi, baby.â You giggle into the kiss, drawing a chuckle from Larissaâs lips.
Your hands come to rest on her waist and you push her back a step so that you can stand up, drawing her close once again and kissing her deeply, flicking your tongue against hers. âRough day?â you guess - it usually is when she greets you in her cat form.
âMuch better now,â she counters, smiling against your lips as she wraps her arms around your neck.
âI gotta say, I love you in every shape and every form⊠but I really do miss how soft your ears were, I just wanna pet them.â
Larissa laughs and rolls her eyes, a loving and playful smile plastered on her face as she looks down at you.Â
âMaybe we just need to get a cat or somethingâŠâ The immediate furrowing of Larissaâs brow has you in stitches - you figured sheâd react like this, and itâs adorable.
âAbsolutely not,â she says with a faux-frown. âYouâd have me competing for belly rubs in my own home?â
âYou know Iâd never do that to you, Riss.â Youâre grinning as you place a tender, lingering kiss to her cheek, your eyes closing in bliss. When you pull away and open your eyes again, you find sheâs shifted snowy white cat ears onto head, and you blush as you reach up to touch the silky fur with the tips of your fingers - they twitch beneath your caresses and Larissa hums in pleasure.Â
âHappy?â she asks with an amused smile, her eyebrow raised.
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all she could do was purr, her frosty eyes closed shut as your fingers ran over her ears; gently scratching behind them. Larissa didnât shift fully, it wasnât necessary anymore since you knew of the shapeshifterâs abilities and it being something, that helped her run away from the busy life around you both.
in a human form, with a pair of snowy ears and a fluffy tail of the same colour, she was sprawled across your lap, the feline need to be pat and scratched taking over, making Larissa bump her head up into your palms as if asking for more. and she got exactly what she wanted, obviously, you seemed to enjoy it just as much as the principal did.
vibrations flowed trough the blondeâs throat, down her chest keeping it all warm. purr purr. âOh there it is again.â you coed gently not to take the shifter out of her trance. a sound ever so high pitched left her lipstick painted lips, you had just scratched the rich spot right above where the tail met flesh along her spine. droplets of saliva coated the hand that stroked under her chin. pearly white teeth, that rather looked like fangs, appeared. which totally stopped her from purring, freezing in the spot. âDid you drool on me?â your voice sounded hesitant. she only nodded before beginning to ramble out her share of apologies.
