Catwoman becomes a Werewolf sex toy

by VesselOfDepravity (ao3)

The Gotham museum was draped in dark blue banners proclaiming proudly in silver lettering ‘Moonstones of the Roman Empire’, a new exhibit filled with authentic ancient treasures.
Perhaps their bold announcement should have been toned down slightly when it was being held in the territory of the Catwoman.

Selina Kyle had been to the exhibit opening earlier that day in her classy civilian identity. A charming philanthropic lady who had eyed the ritual jewellery with polite interest while she sipped champagne and flirted with Gotham’s rich and famous. Now under the cover of a night lit by the full moon she had returned, latex clad and with a flinty greed in her eyes. Her night-black catsuit let her slide between the shadows as she dashed across rooftops, and when she leapt the gaps between buildings the light would catch her outfit with a shiny reflection on each rubber stretching curve.

Despite her Olympic level acrobatic feats she managed all of this with bra-bursting fat cat tats that wobbled and sloshed with each flip. The only thing wider than her jugs was her hips and rear, and the sight of her escaping while seeing a twin basketball sized ass disappear into the night was the stuff of police and security guard legend.

Catwoman knew how much of her skill set was seduction and her entire appearance was calculated with that in mind. A whip to fend off enemies and swing into action, goggles that gave her night vision and see security lasers, and cute kitty ears that could make a man think with his dick instead of his brain just enough for her to turn the tables.

Tapping a finger to her temple, Catwoman switched her red cat’s-eye shaped eye mask into analysis mode, a 3D museum schematic laid over the real building she was looking at and began to diagnose the security systems it could detect. Cameras with vision cones lit up like beacons. Every door and window that could trigger an alarm was shown. And of course the classic laser grid defence system that was always her favourite to thwart was at the heart of the exhibit. Unfurling her whip she launched herself up to a nearby water tower and picked her target for descent. A camera on the south-west corner was out and between her and the museum was the cities stilt-legged monorail track.

The track was too low for reaching the roof opposite but Selina knew her train timetables. She perched squatting on the tower like her feline namesake for a few minutes before the shaking on the rails told her it was time. The monorail turned the corner of the adjacent block and Catwoman took the time to stretch in preparation, throwing out her chest as she arched her back and giving the zips and seams of her outfit a workout in keeping her huge kitty titties contained.

She jumped just before the train was level with her, landed on the roof of the railcars with a roll before throwing her weight forward again and letting her momentum carry her to the edge for another jump from the train to the roof. As she soared through the Gotham night she cracked her whip and it latched onto the stone balcony wall that crowned the museum roof. Legs perpendicular to the wall she landed sideways, high heels absorbing the impact and crouching as she distributed the weight. Her pussy pressed tightly with the weight from her legs and if the wall had been a window she would have been presenting lewdly to anyone watching. The whip line was wrapped firmly and she was able to stand on the wall and walk up to the roof without any issue.

From there penetrating the security was a cakewalk. She shimmied effortlessly into a roof-light window after disabling the alarm circuit then flexed around each security laser with all the sultry grace of an elite tabledancer that would fit in with the girls who frequented the more debauched nights at the Iceberg Lounge.

The gemstones were in front of her. Moonstone treasures worn by the priestesses of the Cult of Luna, a Roman religion that followed the moon deity. Not only were they ancient and valuable, there were also tales of the women who wore them and the strange rituals and practices they followed. They were drawn to the calling and became the handmaidens and concubines of the Beasts of the Moon, though nobody in the modern age knew what this meant exactly.

Catwoman didn’t believe those tales, she just recognised their uniqueness and rarity. The greatest piece among them was the High Priestess choker, a truly enormous moonstone with intricate carvings in the centre set in a thick gold band more like a slave collar than a necklace, hinged so it could snap shut around a lucky woman's slender neck.

Stood in front of the display case Selina’s glass-cutter cat-claws removed perfect circles from the final barrier between her and the treasure. Reaching out for them, a cloud above her moved just enough for the moon to shine in through the roof light. A lone spotlight hit the moonstone and it shone with an occult glow. The carvings seemed to move and swim. Selina was dazzled. She had seen hundreds of jewels from all over the world but nothing like this had made her stop mid-heist before. She took it our, staring into the stone as the moonlight reflected from it and mirrored in her own eyes.

“My, my, my. I might have underestimated you.”

She whispered to the stone.

“I should really get out of here. You already have a buyer lined up you know.”

The moonstone glimmered in response.

“Okay. Just for a minute.”

Catwoman solved the problem she had been working through her head and decided she simply had to. She put the choker on, feeling the heaviness of the treasure across her slender throat and the satisfying metallic snap as it closed around her. She hoped there was a mirror somewhere nearby to really admire herself.

“ARrooooooooooooo”

Her reverie was quickly broken with a drawn out note in the night. The sound of a wolf howl in the far off distance grounded her instantly. A wolf in Gotham? She thought. Wolf or not, there was no reason to hang around here. With a swish and a somersault she danced back through the halls and corridors until she was crouched by the open rooftop window again.

“A pleasure doing business with you again.”

She blew a kiss to the museum below then vanished into the night, the glow of the moonstone around her neck leaving streaks of light in the air as she went.

--

Catwoman alighted into the shady alley with a click of her heeled boots on the pavement. Rain had started falling not long after she had left and her catsuit was growing slick and shiny. She stepped into the meagre coverings of a mostly torn awning and turned her head up to listen.

Another howl, closer again. Ever since she had left the museum she kept hearing it. There was obviously no wolves roaming Gotham. Maybe it was Harleys hyenas. Or another villain causing chaos at Gotham zoo. Either way that was Bats jurisdiction and Catwoman wanted nothing to do with it.

The derelict avenue was rowed with old store fronts and Selina remembered she still hadn't had a chance to really admire her prize. Every window was either boarded up or smashed to fragments. A silver disk of light on the floor caught her eye. Once again the light of the full moon bathed her, reflected in a large puddle and catching the glow in every curve of the glossy skintight female form Selina strutted around with each night.

“Oh this will do.”

She purred and clicked her way to the puddle. As if on her command the rain died down to a light drizzle then stopped completely as she reached the water. Now perfectly still it was like an eight foot mirror on the ground.

Catwoman looked down and her own appearance startled her. Lit up by the lunar light, the choker gemstone pulled full focus to her pale neckline and beautiful face. The only part of her exposed flawless skin was being lit up by the stone and it was a total attention grabber despite the delectable curves elsewhere on her figure.

“Perhaps I should keep you. There are always uses for… “

She fingered the zipper at the base of her neck.

“…a distraction.”

She pulled down, making a show of revealing her cleavage. The sloshy jiggle from two breasts larger than her head finally escaping from their confines made a deep valley of opulent skin. Any hero or villain would be swayed by such a display and the moonstone brought the whole thing together like an inescapable lure for the senses.

So invigorated by examining her own female charms was Selina that she almost missed the tiny movement in the reflection of the puddle. But her feline sense were still sharp and she caught the motion. From her angle looking down there was a figure reflected that was watching from high above on the roof of the building behind her. She froze in place, fighting the desire to turn around and trying to not give away that she knew the watcher was there. Taking a breath of the icy air that calmed her while making her cleavage heave impressively she appraised the situation.

Even though the figure was recessed in shadow she could see it was at least human-shaped. Not always a guarantee in this city. From there things got stranger, the outline was unclear, either thick clothing or… fur. Muscular build. And though it was hard to tell exactly the figure was at least nine, maybe ten feet tall. And then she saw the eyes, a red glow piercing through the shadows. There was something in those eyes. Red bestial eyes. Hunger. Desire. Lust.

Catwoman bolted. Something overrode her nature and told her this was not something to play ‘wait and see’ with. By two strides she had her whip deployed and on her fourth she had it lassoed on a streetlamp and was pulling herself into the air. The figure moved a split second after she did but it was on the rooftops of the opposite side of the street. Catwoman stole a glance over her shoulder and realised it was giving chase on all fours.

She dived for a tangle of alleyways hoping to lose it in the maze. But it was gaining and she could now hear padded footsteps and ragged breathing. What she assumed was a humanoid figure was acting like an animal. She wondered if there really was something to the legend of the Beasts of the Moon. Had putting on this choker really summoned it and were the howls she had been hearing ever since all related. Catwoman was loathe to give up a prize but she really didn’t want to risk an encounter with this thing. She tried to pull the jewellery off but the clasp seemed to be stuck. Actually it seemed completely fused like it was never there in the first place. The distraction of trying to remove it was enough for her to not notice when she ran head first into a musky, hairy slab of abs and bounced straight off it to fall on her ass in some deserted back street.

Dazed slightly Catwoman looked at what knocked her over and her heart began to race. Standing upright again the figure was now unveiled to her. She had seen a lot of weird things in Gotham but nothing quite like the beast in front of her. Nine and half foot of knotted muscular sinew formed into a blend of human and wolf features. The body and stature could have been an Adonis of a man if not for the arched back, elongated hands ending in claws or the feet which formed something more like a paw. A covering of coarse wild fur covered everything except where sinewy brawn showed through. The face was fully feral, looking like a pack alpha fully transplanted onto the body with dark burnt russet markings and those crimson eyes which had been following her all night.

Both of them stared at each other, her in shock and him silently examining her like prey. Her eyes scanned over his body multiple times until she had to double-take. Between his legs was something altogether more threatening than his teeth or claws. Bobbing in front of her face was a massive werewolf dick, a foot long and thicker than her arm. A brutal steak-red breeding weapon that was hot enough to be giving off steam in the night air. The inhuman proprieties gave her kitty some unwelcome feelings, the strange blunted head unlike a humans smooth mushroom cap and the base widened with a soccer ball knot unlike anything she had seen before.

“Good… doggy?”

Catwoman attempted lamely, trying to break the deadlock.

It didn’t work and the Wolfman growled and stepped forward, closing the distance while Catwoman tried to pivot back to her feet. Her athletic moves were countered and what was supposed to be a flashy spinning twirl to her feet ended abruptly as her ankle was grabbed in a grip like banded iron and she was left standing ungainly on one high heel with the other in her claw with her legs spread towards the beast.

He pulled and Catwoman flinched expecting to feel razor teeth shredding through her outfit or for her limbs to be snapped like twigs. Instead her felt her whole body flip upside down as the creature held her by both feet, lifted her up then put his great muzzled face into her abdomen. Catwoman could feel him nuzzling around right into her pussy mound. Then she felt the unmistakable sensation of him sniffing deeply, somehow catching her scent through the latex. Her recent exertions had her sweating in the tight outfit and what she was giving of was an aroma of exhilaration. And one that was definitely female.

Catwoman got spun around and found herself upside down and now face to face with a tin-can-thick serving of doggy meat. The heat blasted her face and the smell was a raw force infusing into her sinuses.

“Hey just wait a minute. I’m glad you don’t seem to want to eat me but you don’t expect me to- Guuummfph!!”

She was silenced by the speedy inhalation of a mouthful of canine cock. Without any recourse she was put to work devouring that wild tasting shaft, pressed down with the implication of the submissive position she was in. Something about it just seemed right. The idea of Selina Kyle servicing animal cock in a filthy street like a zoophile hooker should have made her mind recoil but the actual feeling of a powerful inhuman invader in her throat was making her wet!

That large hand pushing her mouth back and forth like a fleshlight felt like it was making her nod in agreement. ‘Yes this is what I want.’, ‘I’m a good girl.’, ‘This kitty is yours to use.’.

Her mouth had to stretch to fit, her red trademark lipstick becoming thin along with her lips as her struggles left lewd rings of it all across that doggy dick. Her throat was deep and versatile and she had used those talents to escape justice before. But even she was struggling as she got closer to that looming knot. A symbol of just how much she would be expected to take. And that expectation thrilled her, she did want to take it all and the moonstone at her throat glimmered in agreement.

Selina’s throat proved as flexible as the rest of her as she accommodated that swollen knot, widening inch by inch until with a ruthless shove deeper she was over the widest part and the Wolfman happily knotted her throat. She didn’t know if it was from being held upside down or the sharp pheromones but she was getting light-headed and could do little but gurgle and suck on the red rocket when it started to gush and unload into her. A thin salty doggy milkshake was her reward as the Wolf growled in pleasure at being able to knot and seed this lithe bitch.

With his cock fully hitched inside her, he was able to balance her with her thighs on either side of his corded neck and release her heels. With his hands now free he probed again at that delectable scent coming from between her legs. Using a careful claw he ran a line through her outfit like he was sliding through butter and could then purposefully peel it back revealing her pussy, puffy and reddened from arousal.

He had a long canine tongue that happily met with the taste of her lips. His claws grabbed handfuls of elite Catwoman booty and he got to work lashing at her mound like a starving creature. Selina still getting a belly full of beast semen now had to content with oral from the longest and most muscular and dextrous tongue on anyone or thing she had encountered.

After being confined to a sweaty prison for so long it was bliss to have her kitty serviced and she crossed her legs around the Wolf’s neck, encouraging him to deeper licks while his great teeth grazed sensually against her thighs and mons. The danger of the beast added an exhilaration to the act and his lapping slurps soon had the eyes rolling in her head.

Their standing sixty-nine continued until his cock relented just enough to allow the knot to slip from her throat and she gasped through a veil of gullet slime and wolf cum. With surprising care the was spun upright and gently placed on shaky legs.

“Oh my god. I can’t believe I just…”

She looked up at the beast with batted eyes.

“And that I enjoyed it…”

The Wolfman exhaled a smug snort of breath that seemed to say. ‘Of course you did. You’re my bitch now.’

He punctuated his inferred statement by holding her by the throat and thumbing across the moonstone there, like he was confirming something. Satisfied he threw her back to the ground, dick back at attention and oozing with a sheen of doggy pre-cum.

“You animal~ You think I’m your high priestess? Well then let me be your concubine. This pussy is yours if you treat it right. Like a fucking savage.”

Catwoman flirted back in an unsubtle manner that even if this creature didn’t understand what she was saying he would definitely notice the lusty tone to her voice and the sway of her hips as she shook her fat ass enough so her skanky slit could be seen as it gently clapped between her cheeks.

Message received he leapt forward and mounted, one claw pressing Catwoman’s back enough to make her boobs squish on the cold sidewalk while the other encircled her hips for maximum leverage.

Her slippery gushing hole welcomed that battering ram of scarlet by melting its own juices of arousal with the dripping precum. Just as it touched her outer lips it twitched and flooded a milky whiteness over her. The Wolfman growled low as his cock entered her, feeling the absolute bliss of her tight, hot breeding hole. He wanted to take her and reform her to his own cock. Whatever male presence she had known before was going to get obliterated by a foot and a half of wolfcock. And he had never felt such a responsive welcoming bitch like this, as willingly whorish as the legends of old.

“Nyyyaaagghh~ YES, yesss”

He loved the noises she was making as he bullied her pussy, every thrust getting deeper. Her body see-sawed, plush curves taking the forceful thrusts. His dick was getting gripped, massaged, milked by Catwoman’s world-class heaven hole. So much that it started fountaining thicker and thicker precum while trusting, bathing her womb in wet heat.

Catwoman felt the hand that was on her back move up and grab her by the cat-ears and direct her neck upwards towards the silver disk in the sky. His erratic thrusts were banging faster and faster against her G-spot. She was a vessel for the moon’s light and doggy dick and his cum and their pleasure. The fat wolf dick spurting animal cum right to her core was a feral blur and she couldn’t stop herself from going over the edge.

“I’M- nnnuuuugghgh- CUMMING~~<3”

Catwoman looking up into the full moon started cumming out of her mind, seeing it pulse in time to her pussy overloading from unrelenting doggy pounding.

“Ohhh fuuuck yeeeeessss~~”

She panted with her tongue out, regressing to a wild savage state herself as her body heaved and bounced against its skintight confines. Her jiggle and sway only made the Wolf fuck her harder. She came again, deep rutting sex giving her body the reward and the punishment it had always craved. She wanted that cock, she wanted as many loads as he could knot into her. She wanted his fucking puppies!

“YeeeeSsSsSs give me that cock. I’ll worship you forever. Just don’t stoOoOOp~”

The Wolfman delivered until she was babbling on the ground, fucked from all fours into a submissive sprawl that couldn’t do anything other than moan and cum. His ferocity was overwhelming and when his cock slipped out of her well fucked pussy he just continued to thrust, stroking against anything he could reach with his wolfcock, too frenzied to find her kitty again.

Catwoman had been reduced to the slippery, latex humptoy of an oversexed wolf and his overexcited cock continued to slide and mash against her, using all the spit and sweat and cum as lubrication.

His giant two handed grip literally used her entire body as a stroke-toy as he was driven beyond even the intellect to engage in normal intercourse, too riled up with directionless lust. All he knew is he wanted his dick and Catwoman and as much contacts and stimulation as possible.

And the outcome of that was inevitable. As his mad thrusts and battering attempts at marking every inch of latex and skin as his sexual territory he came again. Another canine load but not as soupy as the last one. Gripped by some strange instinct he grabbed a discarded chrome hubcap from the street and directed his cock to the concave disk.

A grey gruel sludge of the thickest, lumpiest sperm from the depths of his balls began to fill it like a dogbowl as an exhausted Catwoman looked up from the floor, senses still in overload and legs still quivering.

The Wolfman filled the bowl to an off-white jelly peak of his smelly cumwads with a series of satisfied growls. As the flow tapered off her shook the last of his orgasm out of his cock and kicked the bowl over to Selina. The stink rose up from the goo and the instruction was clear.

Like the obedient dogfucker she now was, the villainess lowered her head and lapped at the animal’s sperm with her tongue. There was enough there to raise untold litters of his puppies and she could feel their virile ferocity on her tongue as if they were trying to impregnate her mouth. She slurped up the vile dick sauce like the salty-bitter mix was as delectable as the caviar she would eat at classy establishments. No, this was better. She didn’t deserve to sit at those high tables any more, nor did she want to. She was a canine cum slurping slut who had no need for fame or jewels or money any more.

She just wanted more Wolfman dick and when she lifted the bowl to lick it fully clean with her tongue her pussy purred and squirted in enthusiastic agreement.

--

A month later Catwoman was bundled away in the Wolfman’s den, tamed and satisfied and totally dedicated to her new role. Her hands gently caressed those hanging bountiful furred balls and feeling the mating power that strummed through them. This doggy dom had domesticated her inner feline and now she was gratefully giving a tonguebath to his sweaty, musky asshole.

“Nhaa~ Nyyaaah~”

A clawed hand pushed her face further in as she revelled in delivering her ‘good kitty’ rimjobs like a well behaved slut. She had discovered her place in the world and none of the riches or thrills of her old life were needed as long as she had her bestial wolf god and a single moonstone choker to show her devotion.