by Eric Vall
“Clementine?” A.B. forced out.
“Yeah!” the cat-girl grinned. “That was it! Clementine!”
“This is insane,” I chuckled. “So, you don’t remember life as a human woman? At all?”
“Nope!” the feline-woman shook her head. “Absolutely nothing, but that’s alright, Charles, we can make new memories together!”
“But she can read?” A.B. asked. “That doesn’t make sense.”
“Well,” I began as I cleared my throat. “Science might often not make sense at first, but once we repeat the process a few times, I’m sure it will become more clear to us.”
“I know you love science, Charles,” the cat-girl sighed, “but I love you more than all the science in the world. It’s like magic. Magic-science. Magice-science-love!”
“Uhhh, okay,” I coughed as I felt my cheeks heat up a bit. “Moving on to the ears.”
I turned back toward the blonde and nearly jumped out of my skin when her oceanic eyes filled my whole view. The cat-girl purred loudly, sniffed my cheek, licked it, and then sat back on the examination table.
“I told you to stop that!” I cried as my cheeks burned with embarrassment.
“You said not to lick your fingers,” the woman-feline sighed as she reclined back, stretched out over the examination table, and then lifted a long leg lazily into the air so that her toe pointed at the ceiling. “I licked your cheek, there’s a difference. I want to lick other parts of you.”
I barely had time to slap a hand over my eyes and step out in front of A.B.’s jar before the young woman put on a full show for the both of us.
“Oh, come on, Charles,” the brain groaned.
“We have to be respectful,” I declared. “We are gentlemen and she is a lady.”
“I’m a lady, but you are allowed to look, Charles,” the woman purred. “I love you. I belong to you.”
“No, my dear,” I said as I held my fingers up over my eyes. “We just met, and I am a doctor. It is important that your parts are covered up so that I can conduct a thorough examination.
“Ohhh, phooey,” she sighed, and then I heard her shift around for a few moments before she spoke again. “Okay. You can look now.”
I peeked out between two fingers at the beautiful naked woman and saw that she had flipped over to lay on her stomach with her bare, and quite perfect, ass facing me. Her tail lazily drifted through the air, and she wore a sly smile on her face as she glanced over her shoulder at me.
“Do you like me better like this?” she purred.
“By god,” I think I whispered as my eyes drifted over the back of her long legs, up the curves of her ass, and across her slightly muscled back. Her body was amazing, and the tail was mesmerizing.
Suddenly, I realized that I had lowered my hand from my eyes, and my mouth was also open. I closed it with a sharp click of my teeth, and then cleared my throat again.
“I suppose I can not see any of your womanly parts, so let us continue.”
“Of course, Charles,” the cat-girl piped with a decisive nod. “Whatever you want to do. But first, can you do me a small favor?”
“Uhhh, yes?” I said.
“Can you run your fingers through my hair?” she asked as her crystal blue eyes stared into mine. “Just for a few moments? I wonder how good it would feel. I feel like it would feel really good if you did it. Can you try it? Then we can continue with this other stuff you need to do to me.”
“Uhhh, okay,” I choked out, and then I carefully reached my hand out and ran my fingers through her ash-blonde mane as if they were a brush.
Each time the soft strands stroked against my fingers, it felt like tiny sizzles of electricity shooting through my flesh, and I let out a soft sigh as my fingers continued down the long locks. Her hair was long, almost down to the middle of her back and silky smooth as I ran my fingers through it. Once I reached the tips, the cat-girl leaned her head back, closed her eyes with a loud sigh and wriggled closer for more. I chuckled softly as I pushed my fingertips into the dark roots, scratched at her scalp lightly and then brushed the thick length out.
“Ohhhh, yesssssssss,” she purred. “That actually feels better than I could imagine.”
“Yeah, it feels good,” I whispered, and then I realized I’d actually spoken my thoughts out loud and I felt my cheeks heat up a bit.
“I’m getting a funny feeling in my lower brain stem,” A.B. said. “A very funny feeling.”
“Can I continue?” I whispered to the beautiful woman as I continued to stroke her hair?
“Sure,” she sighed. “But maybe you could do that some more afterward?
I cleared my throat again and then moved my hand up her hair toward the top of her head. “A.B. Let’s move on to the ears.”
I raised my hand over the cat-girl’s head, and her oceanic blue eyes followed along with the movement as a tiny smile spread over her lips. As soon as my fingers reached her furry chocolate-colored ears, I snapped, and they swiveled and nearly brushed my hands. I chuckled deep in the back of my throat as I brought my hand to the left side of her head and snapped my fingers for the second time. The cat-girl’s left ear twisted back to its normal position as the right ear laid flat against her head. I repeated this experiment on the right side, and the same thing happened with the opposite ear.
“Very impressive,” I grinned down at the cat-girl. “Patient One’s ears can move as a single unit or independently, depending on the location of the sound.”
I smiled to myself, nodded once, turned halfway around and moved my hand back to my side but it stopped midair.
“Please let go,” I pleaded as the cat-girl’s tail wrapped tightly around my wrist. “You promised no more distractions. I’m trying to work.”
“I didn’t promise,” the cat-girl bubbled as she sat up on her forearms and her body wiggled closer. “You’re curious about me, Charles, but I’m curiouser about you.”
The blonde’s tail tugged me forward until we were nose to nose and I took in the depth of her oceanic eyes. She was so beautiful with her large, glowing eyes, small, upturned nose, and plump lips that begged to be kissed. I imagined what it’d be like to taste those lips and run my fingers across her smooth skin.
“You’re a very handsome man, Charles,” the cat-girl murmured as she scooted even closer. “Has anyone ever told you that?”
“…no.” I cleared my throat as I stared deep into her slanted eyes.
“Then I’ll tell you every day,” the blonde whispered. “Every single day.”
The cat-girl slipped forward as her hands encircled my neck and laid a quick but tender kiss to my lips. Her mouth was soft, tasted a bit like apricots, and the contact sent a bolt of electricity down my spine all the way to my toes.
“Whhaaa?” I gasped as I turned away and coughed loudly to cover up my obvious embarrassment. “D-Don’t do that! Or if you’re going to, just warn me or something!”
“Did you not like it?” the blonde pouted. “I liked it.”
“No,” I sighed as my shoulders slumped. “That’s not what I meant. I… didn’t mind it, at all. Well, I liked it. It just took me by surprise.”
“I love surprises,” the cat-girl said as she gave me a mischievous smile. “I also love giving you surprises. Since you liked this one, I’d like to give you more. Okay?”
“That’s not--”
“Can we move on?” A.B. interrupted. “Your brainy friend is starting to feel very much like a bumpy third-wheel.”
“Yes, sorry, A.B.,” I cleared my throat as I turned away from the cat-girl and stared down at the small side table. “Moving on… now, where was I?”
“Reflexes,” A.B. pointed out.
“Ahh, yes,” I said as I pulled my reflex hammer out.
“I’m going to guess they will be cat-like,” A.B. snickered.
“Oh,” I groaned as I rolled my eyes at my assistant.
I turned back toward the cat-girl with my small reflex hammer in my hand, but
then I realized that there was a bit of a problem: I was going to need to tap her gently on the knee to test her reflexes, but she was still naked, laying on her stomach, and smiling at me innocently.
“Hmmm,” I hummed as I looked down to the hammer in my hand.
“Something wrong?” she asked.
“Ahhh, I just need to use this hammer on you, but--”
“Oh, no, have I been bad?” she sighed. “I’d prefer that you spank me instead of hit me with that hammer--”
“No!” I blurted as my face fully heated up. “No. Ahhh. No. As I said earlier, I just need to test your reflexes, so--”
“What are those?” she asked as she reached her hand forward and slowly traced her fingers down the front of my labcoat. “Are they fun?”
“They are…” I started as I tried to ignore the feeling of her fingers tracing down my chest. “Just… uhhh. Maybe you should wear this coat for a bit? Yes, I should have thought of that earlier. My apologies.”
“You don’t have to apologize to me, Charles,” she purred as I stepped back from the woman half a step, shrugged off my white coat, and then stepped back close to her so I could lay it on the table.
“Just put that on and button all the front buttons, please,” I said as I stepped back in front of A.B. and faced away from her.
“Awww, this isn’t very fun to wear,” I heard the woman-feline say. I also heard movement, and then she let out a final huff.
“It’s on,” she said, “but I’d prefer to be naked. Can I take this off right after you finish exploring me?”
“Ahh, it’s an examination,” I clarified as I turned back around to face her.
“Those words sound the same and probably mean the same,” she said as she scrunched her nose.
The labcoat fit her tight around the cat-girl’s chest, and I tried to ignore the small slivers of her breasts that pushed against the seams where the buttons held as I moved back to her. The coat only covered to the tops of her luscious thighs, and I tried to remind myself that I was a scientist and doctor, as I rested one hand below her knee so that I could get the proper angle with my hammer.
Her skin was deliciously smooth though.
“Relax your leg, please,” I instructed.
“I like it when you touch me,” she giggled as she reached up and ran the tips of her fingers through the hair at my temple. “Do you like it when I touch you?”
“Please, madam, your leg?” I cleared my throat.
“I’m having a hard time relaxing my leg because you are touching me and my whole body is just going: ‘sqweeeeeeeeeeee!’” she giggled.
I sighed and then removed my left hand from under her knee. “Better?”
“No,” she pouted. “Can you put it back?”
“Is your leg relaxed?” I asked as I tried to avoid looking into her playful eyes. “This will only take a moment.”
“Fine,” she groaned. “It’s relaxed.”
I gently tapped on her knee with the hammer, and her foot kicked up quickly. Then I repeated the same motion on her other leg and she giggled when her leg bounced.
“Patient One seems to have quicker than human reflexes,” I commented to A.B.
“Soooooo, cat-like?” the brain chuckled.
“Moving on.” I glanced back to the blonde once more who smiled sweetly up at me. I reached for an instrument I really didn’t want to use, and I wasn’t sure how she would react when I did.
“I’m very sorry about this,” I started, “but I need to take some blood.”
“Take blood?” The blue-eyed beauty tilted her head at me with pursed lips, and her eyebrows knit together in confusion.
“Yes,” I nodded as I showed her the needle, tubing and collection vial. “I need to do a few tests on it, possibly find out what blood type you are.”
“I don’t understand,” The cat-girl said firmly as she shifted on the porcelain table. “What do you mean, Charles?”
“It’s just a simple pinprick,” I told her as I showed her the sterile needle, but the feline’s brows didn’t smooth. “I just need a small amount, and I’ll be here the entire time, there’s nothing to worry about.”
“As long as you are here, Charles,” the cat-girl nodded shakily as she held her arms protectively to her chest, and then let them drop. “Then everything will be alright, I know that you will never do anything to hurt me.”
I grunted out of embarrassment as the tips of my ears burned red hot, but I smiled despite myself. I gently took the feline’s left hand in mine and probed her arm for veins. She watched me patiently the entire time with wide, curious blue eyes, and I attempted to keep a level head under her heated gaze. I finally found a viable vein, tied off her arm at the elbow, and lifted the prepared needle. The cat-girl watched me silently as I pressed the sharp end into her flesh, and she barely cried out as it broke through. The feline’s eyes watered at the corners, and she pressed her lips together in a firm line, but made no other noise.
I tugged at the inserted needle until scarlet blood flowed through the tubing and slowly began to fill the prepared vial. Right as the crimson liquid reached the halfway point of the bottle, I grabbed a small bandage, held it ready over the needle, and then swiftly pulled it out. Then I swiped the bandage onto the place where the needle entered into her skin and held it there for a few seconds. With my other hand, I unwrapped the tourniquet and set the filled vial aside. Once I was done, I breathed a sigh of relief, and the cat-girl’s ears twitched as she inclined her head to me. I chuckled good-naturedly as the blonde slumped her shoulders, smiled, and copied me with an even louder sigh.
“Blood tests now?” A.B. murmured.
“Yes,” I breathed softly as I crossed the room toward the built-in cabinets and counter. “It may take some time, but the new machine I developed specifically for this should help. I barely have to do any work because of it.”
I tapped the silver-encrusted, squat apparatus on the counter with my knuckles and smiled over my shoulder at both A.B. and the feline.
The cat-girl watched enrapt from her position while A.B. did what he always did and simply floated lazily around his jar.
I rested the vial of blood on the counter as I reached for a long glass dropper and two glass slides.
“What are you doing, Charles?” a sweet voice asked over my shoulder, and I smiled at her curiosity.
“Placing the samples of your blood onto slides,” I told her as I let two tiny droplets of the crimson liquid fall onto the square glass pieces. “Then, I’ll place it within the apparatus where it will be analyzed for any abnormalities. Once it’s finished, we’ll have a chart with all of your biological information, along with your blood type. Isn’t it fascinating?”
“Bi-o-logical,” the cat-girl repeated back in a slow voice, and a tiny smile spread over my lips. “Will there be any other type of information on this print-off?”
“Out,” I corrected as I rested the dropper on the counter and slid the two bio sequencers into the allotted slots of my machine. “What do you mean? Other types of information?”
The apparatus vibrated to life before our eyes, and the cat-girl jumped back at the strange sound. Her huge eyes dilated and then narrowed on the squat box as the pistons slowly rose and fell. Before long, the metal rods rose and fell and steam blasted out as the compressed air inside released. Then the small machine hummed even louder, and I placed my closed fists on my hips with satisfaction.
“Like… my favorite foods or my favorite color,” the ash-blonde finally said. “Those are real things in this world, correct?”
“Oh,” I uttered as my eyes fluttered for a second. “No, I’m sorry. Those are things that you will have to figure out on your own over time.”
“I see,” the feline breathed in a melancholy tone. “What is your favorite color then, Charles?”
“Well, I’ve never really had a favorite color,” I shrugged as the machine on the counter began to thrum pleasantly in the background. “But I’ve always
been partial to blue.”
“Like my eyes!” the feline cried happily as she pointed toward her reflection in the machine’s copper surface.
“Yes,” I said as I glanced at her over my shoulder, but she wasn’t behind me, so I whipped my head around but only saw my assistant's jar on the work table where I had left him.
“Where?” I started to ask, but A.B. shook in his jar, and his laughter was clear and loud in my head. I glared at him but didn’t speak, and then I glanced back over behind the copper compartments to see if she had somehow dashed over there. Then the light above my head shifted, and I raised my gaze to the space above the mounted wall-cabinets.
“Hiiiiii.” She was lying on top of one of my bookshelves, and she slowly raised her hand so that she would wiggle all her fingers at me.
“What the hell are you doing?” I questioned in a firm tone with a single, crooked eyebrow.
“Don’t know.” The cat-girl shrugged with a nonchalant expression. “Felt the need to climb up here. It’s nice and high, and I can see everything. It’s quite comfortable to lay here. Do you want to try?”
“It’s not safe,” I warned as I raised a single finger into the air and waggled it at her. “Get down, right now.”
“It’s only natural for cats to want to climb to high spaces.” A.B. forced out through chuckles.
“Did I ask you, A.B.?” I groaned.
“You sure didn’t,” the brain cackled even louder in my head.
“P-Patient One,” I started and then stopped myself as I realized that I couldn’t just go around calling her that. “We… have… work to… do… so--”
“Uhm, that’s the name you’re going with?” A.B. questioned as if he’d caught my train of thought.
“No, of course not,” I answered back as I let my arms drop to my sides.
“Why not?” the feline asked in a singsong tone. “Patient One is such a pretty name, and Charles gave it to me. I love it!”
“We can’t keep calling you that, I simply referred to you as that for the sake of our notes,” I told her in a calm voice. “Now, come down from there, and we’ll decide on an even better name.”