In a Coma State Dream Chapter 1

In a Coma State Dream
Chapter 1


Tom, eyes shut, slowly came to his senses. His head hurt badly.

What the Fuck happened? he tried to remember events; the wind blew up quickly, the howling driving rain, the tent flapping in the wind.

Yesterday, he had walked along the cliff top, and like many other nights, he found a great spot just off the coastal path, away from the cliff’s edge.
He had Pitched his tiny tent, one of the few things he got out of his failed relationship with that bitch; she had screwed him over BIG time. He had nothing to his name except what was in his rucksack. Thank goodness he had avoided a shared bank account, although she had begged him to share his money; after all, “he worked for her father.” She had argued many times.

So when she got bored and preferred his best mate, he had no idea how long he had been deceived, but once he caught them, things deteriorated fast. He lost their apartment. There was no need for it to be in both our names. She had also said he lost his job, and there was no way he would return to living with his parents.

He had only meant to walk for a few days to clear his head. That was weeks ago; he found peace and tranquility rewarding, with no pressure, no nagging. Once he had reached the coast, he decided to follow it, Wild camping, with the odd night in a campsite to shower and shave.

He had met a few other walkers along the way, and the one pair of gorgeous female students seemed promising, but they preferred each other.

He opened one eye, seeing the tent had collapsed around him. Bright sunlight was promising, so he opened the other, eye up a tent down. He lifted his arms to raise the tent enough to find the zipper, then tried to crawl over.

“What?” He wasn’t on hard ground; the tent floor wasn't supporting his weight on either arm or elbow. He reached for the zipper, opened it, and fell out more than crawled out into a bush. A small fight with thorns and branches had him standing in a thicket of bushes, tent perched on the top. “What?” he thought again. Where was the clearing from last night? That wind must have blown the tent clear off the ground.

He must have hit something hard with his head banging when the tent was flung around in the air. He gathered his tent and belongings into a ball and climbed out of the bush thicket onto what should have been a cliff path, but it wasn’t. There was the cliff edge, but not the path that was there last night.

He unraveled his ball of tent on a wide, flat spot and emptied his belongings. He ate what was left of his scraps: crisps, cheese, and water. Slowly, he packed everything into his rucksack and gathered his thoughts. The day looked promising, just like yesterday. The sunset was a beauty, early spring so that one could enjoy it with the promise of more over summer.

The sea looked calm. There was no wind and some clouds in the sky, but nothing to hint at the storm overnight last night. While they had the same view, things didn’t look or feel quite the same. Tom put that down to his headache. Oh well, a cove a mile ahead, with a village and pub. He’ll feel better after some pub grub.

Tom walked on, rucksack on, hoping the fresh air would clear his head a little; he came to a spur of land, and a breeze brought a sweet aroma to his nose, just a hint, what could smell that nice, not overpowering but encouraged him round the bend in the path. Feeling a little lightheaded, he saw cottages close by, edging the cliff, with the cove extending out beyond, tucking inshore to a few houses and a beach. Then, the land curved around and turned back out to sea. He was creating a picture-perfect view, very twee, so rural, almost biscuit tin lid perfect.

As he walked downhill slightly, he smelt the sweet aroma again, more robust now and almost intoxicating; he could see a body stretched out in front of one of the cottages; maybe that was the source of the nectar, he thought. As he got closer, the body stretched out over the lawn sunbathing, became more defined, even though it was laying facing away downhill, the body curved like no other, legs tucked up underneath, arms outstretched in front, head resting on arms lovely curves down the spine, arching to a beautifully rounded ass, smooth and blending, Tom felt his blood rising, his head throbbed, as now did his penis... he was transfixed as he walked closer.

His vision was blurring slightly, feeling somewhere between tipsy and drunk, but as he walked on, feeling as if a magnet were pulling him forward, blinking, the blurring eased, and he realized the beauty of sunbathing was naked. Why not? With no one else around, well except for him, his blood rose, and he had to scratch his balls and adjust his crotch to allow his penis to extend, rather than being trapped, double up in his grubby underwear.



The shape was gorgeous. The closer he got, the more he appreciated the beauty, the stronger the magnetic field felt, and the more he wanted to dive in and celebrate this beauty. It looked to be his height, with curves showing a slim torso, which gave away its breathing. It swelled and relaxed, and then a tail flicked from hiding behind one side to the other—A TAIL.

” What?” Tom stopped short and gasped. The body’s head immediately turned upon hearing him, sitting up, getting up onto arms, the top half of the torso rotated round, showing it to be a beautiful female form, with a pair of wonderfully rounded breasts curved in front of her.

He thought she was shaped like a cat, and it must be some form of brilliant cat costume to convince himself of some explanation, but that didn’t explain the tail. Then, a breeze brushed by, ruffling her fur and causing her to shiver slightly, rippling her fur. Tom was transfixed. How could she be a cat? From her size, she isn’t much shorter than himself. She was naked except for her fur. Tom blinked and rubbed his eyes, not believing what he saw; this beauty was a cat; those ears flicked and rotated with her tail, and her luminescent green eyes were deep and inviting.

“Hi, sorry I didn’t see you, she said, breaking the spell.”

“I, I... I am sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” stammered Tom, not believing what his eyes were showing him; his balls ached; his penis was now a ramrod, trying to burst out of his shorts.

“Hi, I’m Sarah, “ she said, as she extended a paw,

Tom stepped forward and extended his hand, replying, “Hi, I’m Tom, very pleased to meet you, “as they softly clasped hands, an electric-like shock ran through Tom; his balls almost exploded, and he gasped. Embarrassed at his excitement, he looked down at their hands. Shocked, recoiling at what he saw, he exclaimed brutally, “Thumbs - cats don’t have opposable thumbs, you just spoke - you aren’t supposed to talk, nor just have one pair of tits.”

She immediately changed and looked furtively around, surprised, almost terrified. " Come inside, quickly. Has anyone seen you? Who else have you spoken to?” she asked in quick succession. She pulled him to the cottage behind through the low door, so low Tom had to duck. Before she closed the door behind him, she looked back outside, looking all around, checking to be sure no one had seen them.

“Good grief, in all the years I have lived here, I just assumed these were fisher dog stories, fairytales they made up to scare puppies and kittens.” She exclaimed, “You have to be careful. Such talk could get you into much trouble. The dogs in the village would tear you apart if they even thought you had said that. There are stories of them feeding blaspheming humans to the mermaids.” Sarah said, pausing to let it sink in.

CATS, DOGS, puppies, kittens, and now mermaids, thought Tom, shocked and now starting to panic; I knew Cornwall could be isolated, but this ??...

Sarah went on, slowly whispering: “Tom, where you come from, are dogs and cats pets? “Stunned, Tom slowly, carefully, deliberately nodded yes.

“Never, ever, but never say such a thing. There are stories of humans repeating this, and they are never seen again. These are dangerous words, even privately,” instructed Sarah sternly.

“B, b, b, but you have seen humans before?” asked Tom, stammering in shock.

“Yes, we all live together, happily, in harmony in this world—and I say this world because if these stories are true, you are not from this world,” replied Sarah in a severe tone. You walked following the cliff path. Did you stop overnight between here and Church Cove?”

“Yes, I camped in between on the cliff-top coastal path. Last night, a storm whipped up. I woke with a thumping headache, still inside my collapsed tent, but now perched on top of a bush,” replied Tom.

“So the stories are true: every seven years, we have a storm, like no other, just local, between here and Church Cove village, west of here, the fisher dogs warn people not to stay out after dark on the coastal path. There are tales where a human appears during these storms once in a generation. The ones that seem mad do not understand their new situation; one jumps off a cliff into a raging sea and rocks beneath with madness. Some rage about pets, neutering and castrating, the fisher dogs take them away, take them out to sea, and they are never heard of again, they are never talked about. I thought it was all hearsay, fable, and fantasy, but we are on dangerous ground. “Sarah, still in low tones, moved around the room, checking the windows for unseen prying eyes, pulling curtains closed.

Tom felt dizzy, his head spinning, but still, his crotch throbbed. How could it? She’s a cat? He kept admiring this beautiful creature before him. As she spoke, he could see every change of expression, fur moving, flowing around her body movements, and he found it intoxicating, exciting, horny, and that tail, the sexiest thing ever, as it swished and curled.

He had never felt such wanton lust. He strained to see her breasts and between her rear legs at every opportunity, smelling that sweet aroma, wanting to bathe in her, in that smell. His knees felt weak, with all the blood pulsing around his crotch, balls aching, and penis throbbing; it was all he could do to remain standing up.

When Sarah saw this, she hastened to him and asked, " Are you okay? Sit down. You look dizzy.” She pointed at one of the woven basket seats, one in each corner with backrests and thick cushions—very retro. Tom dropped into one. He thought it was comfy, more significant than a standard seat, and more for curling up.

“In answer to your question, yes, some padded animals developed opposable thumbs in our evolution, cats, dogs, and some rabbit species, with a few exceptions, like rodents and hoofed animals, cows, horses, etc., we evolved together, and after a few problems back in the dark ages, we now live in harmony with humans. Yes, I can speak; like you, we enjoy sex for pleasure and only have a few siblings. I am unusual being single, with three kittens as triplets, hence just one pair of breasts.”

Sarah accentuated this by raising her rear legs, opening her front legs, puffing her chest out to proudly show her white underbelly, with her two lovely rounded breasts, not just pink teats, like domesticated cats back in Tom’s home world, but pleasant, not too small not too large.

Tom’s eyes nearly burst out of his head on stalks; if his dick could have, it would have unzipped itself from his shorts; it was bursting, pushing hard at the seams.

Being this close, his eyes were focusing better now. Sarah was a cat, mainly white, but with a light beige-colored, faint tiger-like pattern all over, which explained why he thought she was a naked human early on. Her underbelly, tail, and ears remained plain white. Her eyes were hypnotic—cat eyes, luminescent green.

“You look hot and flushed. Can I get you a drink? I would say milk, but I expect you to want something we don’t have, like tea or coffee; I’m sorry.” Sarah apologized.

“It’s ok, and water would be ok, thanks,” he said as he watched her turn, dropping back onto all fours, almost doubling back on herself in the small room, slinked out through another low doorway, showing her lovely round rump, tail raising, giving Tom a glimpse of her anus and vagina well not being a cat lover, he was in uncharted territory, ordinarily allergic to cats but this was different, more powerful in a completely unexpected way. He felt an emptiness once she was out of sight.

She returned just as smoothly, with a glass of water in her paw, slinking through the doorway on three legs and four, which Tom admired. With her reappearance, Tom felt that wave of desire again, the emptiness now gone, replaced with lust.

Once she was through the low doorway from what must be the kitchen, she rose to walk on her rear two legs, just like a human, but smoother, ballet-like, the higher room ceiling allowing for this.

He was close to just pulling his dick out and masturbating openly, and he was swooning.

Sarah looked down, admired his bulging shorts, and seeing his anxious discomfort, she stammered, “Er... are you ok? You’re not allergic to me in any way, as you seem to be. Oh! “

Now, it was Sarah’s turn to be startled as she realized what she was seeing,

“ You, you, you’re attracted to me, sexually?” Tom nodded in reply, trying to beg but unable to speak. “I’m in heat; this isn’t supposed to happen to humans; you aren’t supposed to sense my sweet heat hormones - it’s why I am up here at home, being on heat, in the pub, where I work, would send the dogs into a frenzy. I’ve even sent my three kittens to stay with friends. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does, being single, you have almost to isolate.”

As Sarah spoke, reality dawned on her: Here she was, in full heat, with a male who no one knew about, who was new to everything.

She subconsciously curled her tail over her back, stroking his neck and cheek with the tip. He shivered with excitement. She came in close.
Thankfully, he had a tidy beard and minor hair. Naked human skin is a little too naked. Thankfully, humans wear clothes, but they would be so much nicer with fur. She was now starting to run automatically, her heart taking over. Tom was now almost prey.

Tom looked, almost in horror, as she dropped down onto her front legs and then lowered, head bent down to his crotch, “you can stroke my ears,” Sarah said, tilting her head down to offer Tom her ears. Tom reached his arms forward; his hands touched at the base of her triangulated ears, one each; she purred quietly; he brushed his hands around, following up to the tips, and her purring increased. He repeated, keeping his strokes slow and soft. Her fur was smooth and silky. “Perfect, Tom, just like that,” Sarah confirmed. He felt his penis almost burst; he looked down at the top of her head, and he could feel her hot breath on his crotch; her front paws smoothly came up his thighs, found his zip, pulled it down, and loosened his belt.

She brought her rear around the side of the chair, almost bending herself double, tail in the air; the sweet smell was more vital than ever, not a sickly sweet smell but something light but mighty. “now my tail, in the same way, Tom,” Sarah whisperingly asked. Tom moved his right hand from her ear to her tail alongside him, starting at the base, wrapping his hand around it softly, like the first stroke of a wank, slowly, softly pulling upwards to the tip; Sarah purred louder deep inside... Tom’s left hand continued to twirl and stroke her ear.

Sarah’s paws pulled at Tom’s shorts; he raised his bum for a second. Sarah quickly pulled them below his knees; now, he was in his boxers. He felt her exhale on his crotch; her warm damp breath was like velvet, and his dick was stretching his boxers out with a wet patch of pre-cum... Tom’s hand returned to the base of Sarah’s tail; as he was about to start another stroke upwards, Sarah falteringly whispered, “Time to go lower under my tail; I need you to.” Tom drew his hand down the base of her tail and stroked her anus; she shivered, her tail quivering now, “Lower, maybe another time; I hear you humans like that, but lower.” Sarah purred; she was now almost panting. Her mouth opened, and Sarah looked up, smiling open-mouthed, showing razor-sharp teeth. She lowered onto his bulging boxers. Tom, while at the height of excitement, was now terrified; what passes for sex here?
Tom's right hand was now, just slowly lowering below her anus, a little patch of fur and then a wet patch; his middle finger found the slit. As the first finger slipped in, Sarah’s teeth snatched at Tom's boxers, and, with a twist of her head, his boxers split and tore open, his sprung loaded dick flicked onto her nose.

Faster than he could see, she engulfed his throbbing member with her mouth, no teeth, thankfully, just lips and tongue wrapped around. His body quaked, her tail was now quivering continuously, and her purring was deep, vibrating his dick and his fingers. Her tongue was like no human, part rough, part soft, as she flicked it up and around, alternating, then the rough lapping down to his balls and back up to the tip, her lips now deep onto his pubic hair, fully immersing his penis.

Well, that was it; Tom’s load exploded into Sarah’s mouth; the pressure that had built up just couldn’t be contained any longer,

Tom felt as if rivers of cum came out, he thrust his hips up, and she pushed her head down, her lips pushing down on his crotch. Tom’s finger pushed hard, quivering into her pussy. Do they call it that? Or is it a “human,” Tom pondered for some ridiculous moment. One finger quickly became two inside a well-lubricated tunnel that vibrated with her purring, which echoed onto his dick and balls. Sarah sucked, jeez Tom thought he would be sucked inside out. She was incredible.

Tom kept vibrating and pumping his fingers. Sarah stopped sucking and released his now limp dick, resting her head on his lap. “Keep going; please don’t stop,” she pleaded. “Use your thumb, find the hard spot, “Tom, using his right thumb, searched the damp lips of Sarah’s vulva, hard while pumping from the wrist; then he found it, and as soon as he tweaked it, Sarah convulsed, “meow” she screeched, purring rapidly, “in time, faster, harder, please, please” pleaded Sarah again, Tom adjusted his handhold, matching her rhythm, keeping his thumb flicking what must be her G spot, as Sarah’s head came off his lap, bringing round her rear, tail and bum onto his lap, stretching her head and body out in front, front paws outstretched on the floor, thrusting her hips, using her rear legs, her tail vertical in the air, showing her anus to him, the sweet aroma was now so intoxicating his vision was blurred, he could feel his penis re-building. Sarah started to slowly and rhythmically walk her rear legs on the spot, adding to the movement in her vagina.

Tom stared at her anus and couldn’t resist; it was calling to him; all he had to do was lean forwards, his nose hit the base of her tail, she quivered again, he pushed his tongue out and immediately tasted the sweet aroma he had smelled since he had walked around that spit of land this morning. His brain nearly exploded; he had to have more; he pushed his tongue deeper, licking around the outer ring and then back inside.

Sarah's body convulsed, “meow,” she screeched again, her rear thrusting backward as Tom’s tongue and fingers pushed forward. Her purring was now augmented by panting and heaving breathing; then she doubled up in convulsions like electric shocks, vibrating and screaming; juices flowed down her vagina, spraying over his hand, arm, and T-shirt. Coming to a final spasm, Sarah held mid-thrust.

The strength of the wave of sweet aroma coming with Sarah’s cum juices hit Tom like a baseball bat; he could just sit there stunned, momentarily ecstatic, feeling himself cum too, just with the pleasure of pleasuring her and receiving the chemical rewarding high, better than any alcohol or drug. He had never felt similar or had ever had anyone react like that! He withdrew his fingers, now realizing he was soaked with cat cum.

She slowly came down, relaxing, exhaling, sliding her rear down his lap, slowly caressing it over his now rejuvenating dick, teasing it by brushing her wet vulva lips and anus along its flaccid length.

Then turning around to face him with a smile, she brought her head back to face his, bringing her lips up to his, kissing him, not a peck, an open mouth, a lover kiss, holding it, while wrapping her front legs around, her paws to the rear of his head, Tom did likewise, bringing his hands up behind her ears, her tongue went in deep, again rough but skillfully, her lips were exotic, Tom felt his penis starting to fill again and Sarah purred in response.

“Well, if I knew that humans were like that, I would have tried one sooner, “ Sarah whispered as she pulled back and winked at him with those deep, luminescent green eyes.



To be continued