Shadow

by Jan Stryvant

  "Hi, Hon, have fun screwing your little bad girl?" His mate Shirley asked smiling at him as he walked in the door.

  "Yes I did," he laughed grabbing her and pulling her close, "But now it's time for the main course, don't you think?" He rubbed up against her, he knew he still stunk of Liz, he hadn't showered since leaving her.

  "Take a shower first, I don't mind you screwing her, but I don't want the scent of her in our bed."

  "How about right here on the floor by the front door?" He purred nibbling at Shirley's ear and slipping a furry hand under her blouse to massage a well-rounded breast.

  "Ohhh, that works," she sighed.

  He smiled and pulled her down to the floor while removing her garments. Her hands were fairly busy with his as well.

  He took his time with her, rubbing and licking her body, covering every inch except for her sex and her chest. Eventually he did go to work on her large firm tits, kneading and licking, sucking and biting, pulling, all the things that got her so excited that eventually he had to bury his muzzle between her legs.

  Her heels had been kicking his back for a good thirty minutes and she'd screamed through at least three hard orgasms before he slid up and mounted her slowly. Even after all this foreplay she was still tight and possessed excellent muscle control. They ground against each other for over an hour, switching positions like gymnasts at a competition every so often, her working through another five orgasms until with a loud snarling growl he emptied himself inside her.

  Then they did it all over again.

  And a yet again, just for good measure.

  It was a long while later when he literally crawled exhausted into bed with Shirley, all traces of Liz's juices and scents completely gone or covered over with Shirley's. She admitted to him that his coming home smelling of another woman gave her a rather strong sexual urge to prove herself a better lover. He wasn't lying when he conceded that his mate had nothing to fear. The spell no doubt enhanced this belief and desire in the both of them. He didn't care, he just knew a good thing when he saw it and already planned to cut his liaisons with those in the underground to only a key few. He'd keep Liz, she was without a doubt one of the best sexually that he knew after his mate, as well as his closest friend. She also was well connected to a lot of sources and still shared information with him. Then there was Nance, who was another good source of information, and again, a close friend and lover who Shadow cared about.

  The third one, Circe, well he doubted she'd help him with anything anymore, and she might, no scratch the might, she would definitely by upset with him. But Circe was important to him in ways no one else was other than his mate. He'd just have to play that one by ear.

  The biggest reason to stay involved with them, well after his feelings for them of course, was that someday he might need a favor from one of them. After all, he'd met his mate when she'd been captured. If she ever got in trouble again, he wanted to be sure that he had markers to call in.

  He also wanted to be sure the people who held her realized just who her mate was and what he was capable of doing. They'd seen his claws bloodied enough times to know that they didn't want him on their trail.

  He accompanied Shirley into her 'office' the next day; she liked bringing him along now that everyone here knew about the two of them, she wanted to show him off a bit. As an official 'super hero' on the city's super's team she had government support, offices, fancy gear, and all of that other stuff they all worked with. There really weren't a lot of supers in the world, a pretty small percentage really when you thought about it. Even more fortunate is that the number of those with serious powers was smaller still, and few of those turned to a life of crime. But it was still enough that the authorities employed more than a few supers of their own, and he had to admit that they helped a lot on normal cases too, at least the more extreme cases. Plus they got all sorts of fancy stuff that most of those working the underground really envied.

  "Remember a few nights ago when you had to remove the compulsion spell?" He asked Shirley as they walked in through the front doors of the government office building that housed her team's headquarters.

  "Sheesh!" she laughed, "When you suddenly came into the room and started telling them to mind their own business and then asking me to put it back on you. That really blew their minds."

  "Well I guess I can't complain," Shadow said with a wink, "the side effect of the spell taking hold was still a lot of fun."

  She sniggered, "Yeah, I heard that our little fuck fest was witnessed by Fiona and Centurion."

  "Really? I wouldn't have put him down as a voyeur."

  "Well he has the hot's for Fiona, so he watched with her for quite a while." She sniggered again.

  "Okay, give. What did Fiona say?"

  "That he's quite well developed under that outfit of his. They're dating now."

  "Really? Wow. I guess I'll get the blame from Jimmy for that one too." Shadow smiled.

  "You need to lighten up on him a bit." She sighed ruffling his neck fur with her hand.

  "Once he's stopped drooling over you when he thinks I'm not looking, and stops thinking of me as the enemy. Until then I don't think we're going to be friends." Shadow shrugged.

  "Oh, we need a new name for you I think. Shadow Cat attaches you too much to your past, and I don't think you want to share your real name with anyone."

  Shadow shrugged, "True. But I kind of like being Shadow Cat."

  "Well just keep an open mind.”

  He nodded. “I’ll try.”

  “Any ideas?"

  He shook his head, "Not at the moment. If you have something feel free to suggest it."

  "I still worry sometimes that my compulsion spell overrides your own desires, Hon, so I like to ask first."

  "Don't worry about it. My rational side is already taken up with love for you so that spell has no effect," he smiled and bent over to kiss her, enjoying the warm glow in her eyes as he did so. "And my animal side still remembers this morning." He whispered and watched as she blushed.

  "Besides, I like the effect it has on you."

  "I can't believe that you want me so much as to allow me to put a leash on you solely because it effectively leashes me as well." She said quietly as they walked over and into one of the elevators.

  "Yeah, blows my mind too. But you were afraid I'd maul you in your sleep, and I was afraid you'd run away."

  "And now?"

  "I like the feeling of being tied to you." He rubbed up against her in the elevator, making her laugh and drawing a slightly scandalized look from the other passengers.

  "Not what I'd expect to hear from a cat." She whispered.

  "Well big cats are a little different." He whispered back.

  "Yeah, kinky too."

  "Hush you," he purred looking embarrassed now as they drew looks again.

  Shadow prowled around the halls a little, while Shirley met with her team and practiced. Shirley's powers were mostly magical, though she could transform slightly and grow huge feathered wings that allowed her to fly. On the streets people tended to call her 'The Angel' and Shadow had to admit she looked angelic enough, especially when they were making love. She was a bit new to the game, only really having trained her powers to the point of being able to do her job less than a year ago.

  He wasn't surprised that she'd fallen prey to foul play either. An exotic looker like her would have been used and abused heavily by the darker denizens of the underground, turned into someone’s fancy sex slave and abused until her mind was shattered. Personally Shadow didn't care what people did to each other, as long as they were willing. Or deserving. But he had no stomach for seeing innocents getting destroyed, or people who were simply trying to help others. So even if he hadn't already been helping Tomas on the sly, he still would have gone and saved her. Then again, that was how he'd met Tomas in the first place.

  He enjoyed the looks he got from the other people around the building as he wandered around it for a while. He had shif
ted into his sex form when they got here; he knew it just oozed sensuality. He enjoyed the looks the gals gave him, and the more dismissal ones from the guys. He liked being underestimated by people he might have run-ins with. He was sure there'd be a lot of 'That guy isn't dangerous!' comments going around by the day's end. Those who needed to know better already did after all.

  "Sorry to leave you sitting around there, Hon," Shirley said to him four hours later when she came back to her desk and sat down in her chair. "There was a bunch of new training they wanted to run us through. Not just our normal weekly session."

  He nodded. "I've seen team training sessions, I know how they work."

  "Really? I thought most places didn't allow spectators."

  "I wasn't exactly invited," he chuckled, "was just curious about it, so I snuck into a place and watched once years ago." He remembered that rather fondly. It was after he had developed his stealth form. He'd done quite a bit of sneaking around that year. Harmless, but fun.

  "Maybe you should try it with us sometime?" She asked looking at him sidelong. She'd not suggested his actually joining her team before.

  He shook his head, "Maybe someday. For now just remember that if we ever do get involved in something together, I'm going to protect you and not much beyond that. If I'm seen as an active member of your team, a lot of my former associates aren't going to very friendly towards me anymore."

  She nodded, "I can understand that, but isn't marrying me going to have the same effect?"

  He shrugged, "Eventually, but everyone knows my taste in women, and they'll all suspect I'm just hanging around so I can put it to you constantly."

  "Kind of a low opinion of you, isn't it?" she smirked.

  "But not far from the truth," he grinned, "they'd all be scandalized a lot more than your friends were if they were to discover I'd actually fallen in love with you."

  "Bad boys don't fall for good girls, huh?"

  He kissed her. "Usually it's the other way around. But then I was never really much of a bad boy. As I told you before, I've been feeding Tomas information for years now on the more serious evil guys."

  "Everyone is pretty surprised at how at ease you seem with each other. Got any other surprises for me?"

  He nodded, "A few, in due time."

  "Well at least everyone has accepted you as my mate and soon to be husband. Though I think Jimmy is still upset. But he'll get over it."

  "Somebody needs to get that kid laid," Shadow chuckled. "Then he'd be less of a problem to everybody."

  "Yeah, you're probably right. But he still thinks you're here just to figure out our strengths and weaknesses."

  He smiled, "Already know them. It's not really that hard to find them out if you read the news reports, and have been around to witness a few of your operations."

  She nodded, "That's true, we did roust a few places where you were, as I recall." She grinned as she said the last bit.

  "Yup, couldn't catch me either you'll recall as well. Though when they added you to the team I was a bit worried about what you might be able to do."

  "Well you seem to have a pretty good idea of that now."

  He nodded, "Especially what you'll do if you think you're cornered."

  Shirley blushed and looked at the floor.

  Putting his hand under her chin he lifted her head until their eyes met. "You did the right thing, you had no idea that I was going to help you, you thought I was there to hurt you."

  "Still, I took you over, I controlled you, did things to you. I forced you to do things."

  "Yes and you paid for it later of your own free will. If it hadn't happened we wouldn't be here today. So I think it was worth it."

  "I still feel bad about it."

  "I know, and I love you for it. Though I also love you for having the strength to do it when you thought you had no other choice."

  "But still...."

  "But me no buts. And don't be afraid to do it again if you ever have to. I'd rather have you around to apologize for your actions, then not have you around at all."

  She nodded. "I know. I just never knew I was capable of that kind of power."

  "Fear is a great motivator. So is survival."

  "This is getting a little morbid," She smiled perking up and standing back up. "Let's go get some food."

  "Sounds good to me. Any more work today?"

  She shook her head, "No, we've got a pretty open schedule when we're not working on a case."

  "Sounds like a good job."

  She nodded, "Actually it is. Want me to get you on the payroll?"

  "I'm independently wealthy." He chuckled, "So not right away."

  "Wealthy huh? Should I ask?"

  "Probably not!"

  She nodded again. "I suspected as much. Well just keep your nose clean now; I'd hate to have to arrest your furry butt."

  He nodded and smiled, "My days of crime are far behind me, Dear. Don't worry!"

  # # # # #

  "I want to show you something," he said to her. It was later that night; they were in his private place, his lair, his safe house. The one place he'd never taken anyone until he'd taken her. It wasn't anyplace terribly special, oh it had a gym, a workshop, and a small lab. It was laid back and very comfortable, and was well defended of course, but really rather plain otherwise. He'd never brought anyone else here before though, because it was his hidden retreat, and now he wanted it to be hers too.

  "What?" she yawned waking up.

  "My secret identity, what I used to look like."

  Her eyes snapped opened fully and she sat up, of course the sheet covering her fell down then, and he gazed lovingly at the way her firm tits jostled, the nipples dark and enticing. "Secret identity? I thought you always looked like that."

  He shook his head, "I can be a cat, well panther actually, and I can be the human I was born."

  "So why don't you?" She asked curious.

  "Well I'm afraid the cat will get shot at, though I do change into that form once in a while. The other, well," he smiled at her, "I prefer this form."

  She smiled back lazily, "Me too."

  "Well I thought I'd show you," He got out of the bed, covered only in his fur.

  She watched and it was if she'd blinked, and there was a guy there, well developed, sure, but a normal guy.

  "So?" he asked, she noticed his voice had changed a little, but not much.

  "Turn around," she said and made a twirling motion with her hand.

  He did and she noticed he had a nice butt on him, and the rest didn't look too bad either. She could see the similarities but there were differences too.

  "Not bad," she said, "you got a cute butt, though I miss your tail."

  "Yeah, me too," he grinned and suddenly he was back like he had been before. "Now watch carefully here for a minute."

  "Okay"

  He counted then, one to eight.

  "Notice anything there at all?" he asked.

  "Yes, you seemed to be a little bit different each time you counted. What was that?"

  "My forms. My own super power is actually quite rare. Basically whenever I want to learn how to do something new, I have to create a new form."

  He gave her a quick description then of what each of his forms was for and she nodded slowly.

  "Now I want you to change," he said to her.

  "Okay," and suddenly she had her wings. He had her get out of the bed and looked her over, running his paws over her body, noticing the subtle differences in her form now.

  "And you can fly like this? Or do you need magic too?" He asked stroking her wings and body.

  "Yes, I can fly just like this. No magic is involved beyond whatever lets me make the change."

  He nodded, "I'm going to try and add another form," he smiled, "Bat like wings, and maybe a nice pair of horns." He chuckled.

  "You'll look like some sort of demon!" she laughed.

  "Well who else would be fucking an angel?" he smirked, "but I want to be able to fly with
you."

  "Hmm, sex in the air, huh?" she winked at him.

  "And people say I'm the one with sex on the brain all the time!" He grinned.

  "Well how do you go about doing it?" She asked.

  "Well first I need someone to train me in the things I need to do, and in this case make alterations to me, in the form of spells or such. So I need someone to cast wings on me. Think you can do it?"

  "Hmmmm," she pondered a bit. "I'll have to work on it, and they wouldn't last more than a few minutes."

  "That would be enough; once I know how to make the form I can eventually create it. Then I just have to train myself to use it."

  "How can you create a new form? That just seems, well, impossible."

  He laughed and moved around behind her, rubbing her butt. His cock was getting ideas, and those wings did look kind of sexy.

  "Bend over and brace yourself on the table, would you, Hon?" he purred smiling as she did as he asked and spread her wings and legs a bit for him as well. "It's like you learning a spell," he said softly, moving in between her legs from behind, rubbing his shaft between them. "It takes a lot of time, concentration, and practice. Also, I can't learn them very often, and I have to perfect the new one before I can even try to start on another."

  "Sounds hard," she breathed reaching back under herself to guide him to her.

  "Very," he panted and slid into her heat.

  She moaned softly and they made love slowly, with him stroking her wings with his hands as he stroked inside her with his shaft.

  Her parents had been a bit upset when they found out their daughter was marrying a cat when they finally announced the wedding date. Her siblings didn't seem to mind much, and all exhibited some degree of talent. He wouldn't be surprised if at least one of them developed into a super as well. She whacked him on the back of the head once as he watched her younger sister.

  "I've already let you have some toys, my sister is off limits prowler." She chided him.

  "Yeah, but I like to look," he chuckled, "She looks a lot like you, almost as cute."

  "Uh-huh" she grinned.

  “Also I think she’s going to have some power too.”