Chapter 5: Wet Dreams Are Made Of This THATWARD HO: Baka the Bakeneko chapter 5 by JollyJoe

Purring. Incessant. On his lap. Flopped across his lap with dead weight. JJ poked the sleeping cat. He nudged her with both hands. She was much heavier than any cat had a right to be. Cats always were.

 

She was pleased with herself. Satisfaction was all over her face.

 

Something was terribly wrong in the house. JJ felt it. So did Finger, who was at the moment, using supplies she gathered from the altar in Bettie's trunk, to prepare a corrective ritual to serve and rebind JJ and Baka. Ammonia to ensure the already immaculate area was clean. Mugwort. Silvervine. Catnip. Lamp oil. Vial of JJ’s blood. Also dragon’s blood, which isn't as exotic as it sounds. Finger considered the ingredients. Was she overdoing it? She'd think it over while scribing the petition.

 

But as she was writing, the walls started to thrum. Shit. The house would not be a good place to perform the ritual. With a history of horror, there was too much evil here. 

 

“JJ…” Finger started, looking up at the brujo.

 

“I know. I know.” He said, trying hard to stay awake. He wasn't smoking. He hadn't tried since he woke up from his bath. Earlier, JJ raised a hand to reach for a comic, but stopped before going any further. Lazy was natural for the brujo. Lethargy was not. 

 

The cat purred. She stretched and rolled over. An eyelid peeked toward Finger. A fang poked out.

 

Sun was setting. JJ gave up. Compelled, he shuffled toward the master bedroom. Baka followed closely. When he first moved in, when the house was a mess, the chair was a better option. Now there was an oversized bed. He fell into it. Soft. Firm, but more because his weight was negligible. 

 

Baka sprawled on his chest. “Baka.” He sighed.

 

“Baka.” She replied. Almost like she was calling him her name. 

 

Finger floated in. “JJ…I'm not sure you should sleep right now.”

 

“Iss mm…fine…” JJ told her, half awake. “Sleepy time she comes.” 

 

“JJ…” 

 

Finger felt the house warning her. Telling her to leave the room. She tried to zip forward, but it pulled her back. The door shut gently on its own once she was out. Then it locked.

 

****

 

Dreams are an interesting thing. An unconscious world for everything hidden.

 

JJ stood in the front room. At first, musty when he first arrived. Silk curtains unfolded before him. He heard a film reel, and grain was in the atmosphere. Then the house was as it was now, and as it once was, years ago, before it was abandoned. 

 

Polished wood. Candlelight. A pluck from a shamisen. 

 

A woman sat in the center, kneeling. Where JJ had supper. It was the same lithe woman, same kimono, same style of hair. But her hair was black.

 

That wasn't the only difference. She looked fragile. Scared. 

 

A man stood above her. Noble and stern. Holding a cup in hand, he kicked the woman to the ground. “How dare you think you are anything more than what you are. A stray I took in when you had nowhere else to go. And look where it got me. Disowned by my own family. Runned out of my home, forced to come here, in this land of cattle. To live like a farm animal!” 

 

He gestured around the house. Apparently, it was not enough for him. He lowered himself to smack her. She did not raise a hand to protect herself.

 

“And you!” He continued. “Have the pride to think you mean so much to me? I may bring anyone I desire to this house, man or woman. And you will be a host to them! You are nothing without me. Nothing. One day, I will return to my glorious home. And you will not return with me. You will have nothing. And you will be nothing.”

 

The scene faded. Blinking briefly to another, to the woman crying, comforted by a white cat. Then, a transition to something else.

 

Blood. Dripping. The man's laughter. The woman's screams. The cat licking bloodied fingers. Screams turned to laughter. Laughter to screams. Blood. Pouring. The cat licking bloodied fingers. 

 

JJ woke up in a cold sweat. Baka was in her usual giantess shape, though only about a head taller than the brujo. She was hugging him tightly. Her tail slipped under one of his pants legs, stroking his ankle.

 

“Baka protect master.” She whispered in his ear.

 

Like he needed protection. JJ was sure he was more than capable of handling himself. He was also confident that Baka was the biggest current threat to him. Barely a threat. But still.

 

“Do you ever stop purring?” He asked.

 

“Baka can't help it. Baka so lonely for so long. Now she has master. And master's little sex toy.”

 

Was she talking about Finger? “Baka, Finger is not a–” Baka rubbed her cheek against his. “--listen, gata, can I be the big spoon?”

 

She squeezed tighter. There was even more pressure, because she started to grow. JJ failed to squirm, completely restrained by her warm and vibrating body.

 

Baka's body swelled to well over two meters. Heavy curves pressing against JJ enough to force heavy breaths. Her purring was like a fucking engine. It made his pulse throb through his entire body, and again in his groin. Blueballs. He moaned in pleasurable pain.

 

Her weight sank into the mattress. The frame groaned. His face was smushed by a breast. Every crushed exhaled JJ made was followed by an even more difficult inhale full of her musk.

 

“Baka…” protested the brujo weakly.

 

“Baka.” She replied. “Baka's baka.”

 

She was growing larger than she had ever been before.

 

**** 

 

Finger finished writing her petition. The house started to shake. She was familiar with the rhythm of the shaking. JJ wasn't usually too sexually active, in fact he was a little averse to it. But once a blue moon, he'd find another witch to perform a ritual in his station wagon. Be it guy or gal, his partner was usually the reluctant one in those situations. 

 

But certain things must be done at certain times, under certain conditions. And it wasn't like real practitioners were particularly common, so they were often stuck with who they found. 

 

Half the time, Finger was sure they'd turn down the opportunity altogether, were it not for the brujo's wingwoman. Extra power or once in a thousand-lifetime experiences could only be so convincing. 

 

Though, there was also the desperate witch in need of a rare material. And sometimes they would not take no for an answer. That was never JJ. But he had a habit of stumbling into very interesting scenarios that put him into the opposite position. 

 

Finger had a feeling this was something similar. Her wings buzzed in irritation.

 

The house was shaking. Walls were sweating with black sap. An anguished scream came from the waxed deputy. His face melted into something more horrified and more horrifying. Everything smelled like decay and death.

 

The correction wouldn't work here. It was soaked with too much pain. Too much misery. 

 

Finger zipped to the door of the master bedroom. “JJ! Open up! We need to leave NOW!!”

 

He did not hear. JJ’s perception was entirely eclipsed by three sensations. Heat. Pressure. Arousal. Baka was rubbing her entire body over his, using him to massage her pillowy flesh. He didn't have the heart to tell her to stop.

 

“Mmf.” He said once or twice, not really trying to verbalize anything. His hands pushed weakly, only to sink in like she was a giant stress ball.

 

“Baka's baka.” she purred. 

 

His cock throbbed against his tight denim. His stomach ached. Eventually, when she built up enough of her own arousal, she got off him.

 

He could breathe again. 

 

She grabbed his legs. He was too tired to protest. She didn't pull off his pants. Her paw brought his legs together and pulled them towards her furry sex.

 

First his loafers. His feet were clenched uncomfortably in the tight space. Then up to his knees.

 

Finger pounded her tiny fists on the door. “JJ!” She screamed.

 

Emeralds glinting and half-lidded, Baka pulled him deeper. JJ whimpered, his torso suspended. Head and shoulders were still on the bed. His throbbing dick stabbed out of his underwear. Crushed by the denim. Crushed inside her.

 

Baka pinched his torso.

“Baka perfect wife. Baka gets reward.”

 

She shifted, lifting her hips up just enough to reposition herself. Wet heat swallowed him to the waist. It clenched tightly. JJ's eyes rolled back. A choked grunt escaped him.

 

The purring went straight to his bones. Straight to his boner. It pained the grafts in his left knee and right wrist. 

 

She shifted again. She lifted her hips. So much weight. So much pressure. She dropped, driving him deeper until only his chest and head remained outside. 

 

There was a small lump, low in her stomach. Her heavy breasts loomed over, her nipples hard. With one paw holding what remained, keeping him still, she rolled her hips. 

 

His own body was bucking involuntarily inside her. Every motion squeezed harder. Precum soaked through his clothes and mixed with her slick wet heat. 

 

He felt small. Weak. Getting weaker still. Like she was draining something vital from his body and spirit. And as she did, her green eyes glowed brighter.

 

“Master tastes so good when afraid. But master shouldn't be scared. Baka keep. Baka protect.” 

 

Something flared between them. An ethereal chain around her neck and his wrist flickered.

 

She lifted her hips, almost pulling him out completely. Then she slammed back down. She did it again. And again. And again, until they both came.

 

JJ cried out. His yell was strangled. His hips jerked uselessly inside her. Their cum mixed together, completely soaking his clothes.

 

House lights flickered. Baka yowled in satisfaction. She let go of JJ with her contractions, letting his body slip out. He was having another seizure-like episode. Apparently those were common whenever he orgasmed. All the better.

 

The brujo’s body spasmed uncontrollably. His jaw clenched hard. And to top off the humiliation, he felt her rough tongue slide over him. She was giving him another bath.

 

Baka's tongue moved with possessive care. She quickly cleaned the mess from his chest, feet, and especially his loins. He twitched helplessly from aftershocks. She licked the parts that ran down his neck, matting his long mohawk backwards to his face.

 

From the other side of the door, Finger was still pounding and screaming. It unlocked on its own and swung inwards. She zipped in. She froze in shock at the sight.

 

Baka looked at her smugly. “Master safe. Little toy should not interrupt his sleep.”

 

****

 

Morning light passed through the window. JJ sat on the edge of the bed. He was paler than before. And he still felt weak. Baka had done something to him, and he wasn't sure what. He lit a cigarette. Inhaling made him feel sick. Dizzy. 

 

The woman appeared hanging from the doorframe, tail curled up. She wasn't naked, and she wasn't in a kimono. Baka was wearing one of the few shirts JJ had. An unbuttoned polo that did nothing to flatter her generous breasts or cover her waist.

 

“Baka made breakfast.” She said, happy with herself. “Master should come eat. Master needs food.”

 

Inhale. Exhale. He almost felt like throwing up. “Baka….about last night….”

 

Her ears perked up. She was waiting for a compliment.

 

“I had a dream about you.”

 

Her ears flattened. “Dreams are stupid.”

 

“Baka.” JJ said with a rare hint of emotion. “About the dream…”

 

She growled. “Baka doesn't want to talk about stupid dreams. Baka is hungry. Master doesn't get any food.” 

 

The woman huffed before turning into a cat and disappe

aring.

 

“What did you dream about JJ?” Finger asked from a nightstand.

 

JJ sighed, then threw up his hands. “Forget it. We're going into town today. Need to grab a few things. And she's coming with.”