Werecat of Tokyo

(Halloween contest entry 2026)

Sakura Kaibyo strolled through the Harajuku district on a misty night. A fresh-faced hooker in a cosplay cat girl outfit, looking forward to another night of wild sex with strangers. She glanced down at her phone, not seeing any messages from prospective "clients." It wouldn't be long though, as a full moon started to rise and the alcohol started flowing in trendy night clubs full of anime music, manga mood lighting and cute hostess "idol girls." Tokyo was full of pervy guys who were eager to pounce on a barely legal prostitute like her. She looked more like a high school freshman than a freshman art major at Takeshita University. Paying her tuition with her pussy.

She adjusted her furry pink tube top and the matching tight shorts, wiggling the pink striped polyester tail that dangled to the back of her knees. Pink mascara and pink cat ears on a headband completed her "Harajuku girl" look. A sweet sexy submissive kitten, figuratively and literally. She smiled at every hot guy who crossed her path, and they all smiled back. Many other girls giggled at her slutty cat costume, despite their own costumes being equally ridiculous. Wacked-out Barbie bitches, steampunkers, neo-goth chicks, and sailor outfits that were far too risque for the Japan Maritime Self-Defense Force.

Sakura loved cats for as long as she could remember. Always bringing in strays from around the neighborhood, much to her to her parent's chagrin. Her favorite anime was Tokyo Mew Mew, about five girls infused with the DNA of endangered cats which gave them special powers. But then she hit puberty, and her kitty obsession reached a whole new level. Embracing the sexy symbolism of pussycats. Driving all the boys crazy with her sassy tongue and frisky feline antics. Her manga hobby also blossomed in high school; drawing many naughty girls and earning praise from popular hentai artists on the world wide web.

She strolled under the big neon sign of Hikari Girls Fashion Zone, turning her pink outfit moody blue. The transcendent glow reminded her of a halloween cosplay party she went to last week near the Takeshita campus. Blue rave lights swirled around the dance floor as a bunch of sleazy college kids bumped and twerked against each other in various animalistic and/or demonic costumes.

Sakura's "Slutty Hello Kitty" costume drew the admiration of many guys, but especially a hunky one in a gray werewolf costume. He gazed at her white furry mask from across the room. She gazed right back at his creepy lupine mask, feeling that familiar tingle between her furry legs. Before she knew it, she was sucking his wolf cock in an upstairs bedroom at Phi Sigma Kappa. He growled fiercely as she whipped her head up and down his long thick shaft. Reaching underneath her pink panties and working her clit in slow circles while techno "trance house" music kept thumping through the floor.

"Hello Kitty needs a good pussy-pounding from Hello Doggie," she giggled sweetly, grinning up at his snarling werewolf face.

"I'm no dog, bitch," he growled back. "I'm a big manly wolf, eating skanky cats like you for breakfast."

That wolfish frat boy picked up her lean body and tossed her onto the bed, making her squeal in girlish delight. She assumed her favorite doggy-style position, wiggling her ass invitingly with her wet pussy winking out. He swooped onto the bed, grabbed those cheeks nice and hard, and fucked her harder. His huge dick stretched her tight cunt to the limit, making her climax six times. The raving music, wild cosplay, and the whole spooky RPG vibe of halloween filled her with primal passion. He spanked her ass viciously with both hands, turning it red. She kept begging to be spanked and fucked harder, never getting enough pleasure and pain. He finally pulled out ten minutes later and splattered her face with hot soothing spunk.

"God damn, you're a good fucking cat girl," he groaned triumphantly.

"Purrr, puurrrr," she moaned dreamily. He hustled out of that dingy bedroom, leaving her lying on a lumpy mattress, never to be seen again. Never seeing his face or even knowing his name.

"A typical alleycat fling," Sakura giggled in her present situation. Reaching the end of the trendy Harajuku business district. She looked down at her phone and saw a message from an underground prostitution website that she frequented. A prospective client with big muscles and an obviously fake screen name. "Shogun Suzuki" looked like quite a handful, inviting her to "come over to my place for a great kinky time, you frisky little kitty." She immediately accepted, feeling an intense rush of arousal spreading from her vagina to her nipples. Foggy full moon nights like this always got her in the mood for rough play with studs like him.

She turned north on Church Avenue, a narrow back street with no churches. The quiet ambience stood in sharp contrast to the hustle and bustle of the main Harajuku promenade. There were no other people in sight, just a bunch of apartment buildings with all their window shades drawn on a Saturday night. Storm clouds darkened the sky and thunder began to roll. Sakura's festive mood suddenly changed to mystical enchantment (after watching way too many "magical girl" anime shows where crazy things always happened on dark little lanes like this.)

Sakura turned another dimly lit corner and saw a black cat standing on the sidewalk, staring right up at her "cat girl" face. Big golden eyes that seemed to pierce right to her very soul. The cat turned around a moment later and skulked westward on Mozart Street. Sakura followed it through a winding maze of narrow streets, heading toward Shogun Suzuki's apartment ten blocks away. Glancing back at her with an oddly curious expression, as if it had known her for many years, sensing her emotions quite well.

A minute later, the black cat paused at the doorstep of a nondescript apartment building, next to a cute little maneki-neko figurine. A white porcelain calico cat with big golden eyes just like the real black cat, raising one paw beckoningly in the air.

"Are you in love with that little white kitty, Blackie?" Sakura giggled. She never passed up an opportunity to pet a maneki-neko for good luck, so she knelt down and stroked the cool white porcelain with her left hand while simultaneously stroking the warm silky black fur of the real cat. The thunderstorm got stronger in the night sky.

Sakura was in a naughty gothic mood, so she made a naughty gothic wish to the maneki-neko figurine, inspired by her latest hentai drawing project called "Werecat of Tokyo."

"I wish I was a werecat, just like in mangas and animes. Hunting men like mice, taking my pleasure before taking their lives. Roaring to the moon in savage feline triumph!"

A split second later, a lightning bolt blasted down on Church Street, hitting both Sakura and the black cat with two million volts. Hurling them ten feet backward into a pile of cardboard boxes. Sakura suddenly found herself in a strange psychedelic dreamworld full of roaring tigers and jaguars. Running through a fantastical jungle, surging with primal erotic lust. Next thing she knew, she was standing on top of a mountain near a sexy white female werecat with large furry human-like breasts. A cross between Hello Kitty and Battle Cat from He-Man and Masters of The Universe. Lightning bolts flashed all around the mountain, zapping the jungle far below.

"Bow before me, girl! I am Queen Bakeneko!" the naked muscular werecat shouted in a deep ethereal tone, stomping an ivory scepter into the stone ground. Sakura bowed humbly at her feet, overwhelmingly compelled to do her bidding. Bakeneko touched her back with the ivory pole, blasting her with magical energy. Filling her with an incredible sense of primal power.

"I have granted your wish, Sakura Kaibyo! You are now a werecat, like all my enchanted sisters. You will maintain your human form until you fornicate with a mortal man under a full moon."

"I'll be doing plenty of 'fornicating,' Your Majesty," Sakura chortled in awkward comic relief.

"In order to survive, you must drink their semen and their blood. Once your thirst is slaked, you will return to human form until the next full moon. Go forth and ravage many men, honoring the feline glory of the Yokai Clan!"

The werecat sorceress jolted Sakura off the mountain top with her magic ivory staff. She fell thousands of feet toward the tiger-filled jungle, surrounded by lightning bolts, but she felt no fear. Just when she was about to hit the ground, she awoke in that pile of empty boxes on Church Street with rain pouring down and thunder booming in the Tokyo sky. Feeling like a completely different woman. Intense erotic lust still surged through her entire body, making her jump high above the pavement with the explosive strength of a cat. Her whole being was infused with feline power by Queen Bakeneko. Her muscles were supercharged, and all five of her senses surged with hyperawareness, like an apex predator on the prowl for an alpha male mate. She still wore that slutty pink cat girl outfit, but it wasn't cosplay anymore. It was real.

She struck a gracefully feline pose on the wet pavement. Just like Ichigo Momomiya, a cute magical redhead cat girl in Tokyo Mew Mew. She looked down at that same maneki-neko cat statue with smooth white porcelain, glistening in the rain. Thanking Queen Bakeneko for granting her wish to become a werecat. Sakura glanced to her right and saw the dead body of the black cat who followed her to that maneki-neko figurine. Why did she survive the lightning strike, but it didn't?

"The life force of that unlucky black cat is now in you, Sakura," Bakeneko spoke telepathically to her mind from that alternate Amazonian dimension. "It was the earthly medium through which I granted you the cosmic power of a Yokai warrior."

"What will you have me do with that power, Your Majesty?"

"You will go to Shogun Suzuki now and purge your savage cat lust on his manly body. And then you will sacrifice his body to the glory of the Yokai master race!"

"As you wish, Mistress," Sakura murmured, bowing down to the pavement and extending her arms in a submissive feline pose. Then she quickly rose to her feet and marched down Mozart Street. Her pussy buzzed fiercely beneath that tacky pink cat girl costume. The falling rain sounded much more intense than before, with each splish and splash ringing out in high definition from a wide diameter. Her night vision was amplified exponentially, making the dimly lit lane glow like high noon with eerie black-and-white film noir tones. Her sense of smell was equally enhanced, allowing her to detect the raw tuna sushi scraps in a closed trash bin from eight hundred feet away.

But food wasn't on her mind at the moment. Her other carnal appetite took complete control, turning that ditzy prostitute into a freaky sexbot. Shogun's apartment was just five blocks away. She raced through the storm with primal laser-focus, forgetting all about the dissolute life she led before that fateful lightning strike. She was going nowhere fast with her crazy dream of becoming a famous hentai artist, but now her inner emptiness was replaced with hypnotizing predatorial energy. The law of the (concrete) jungle . . . hunt or be hunted, kill or be killed.

One block away from her destination, Sakura passed a young teen girl in a proper non-cosplay sailor schoolgirl outfit. Holding a Hello Kitty umbrella with one hand and leading her pet beagle on a leash with the other. The hunting-bred dog barked furiously, detecting her new werecat identity with its strong canine senses. The girl looked at Sakura's snarling face with a fearful expression, assuming she was one of those crazy drunk / high bitches who raised hell across Tokyo every Saturday night.

Shogun lived on the top floor of an old eight-story apartment building. Sakura looked up at his illuminated picture window with rain soaking her pretty face. An X-shaped bondage platform was placed near the window, getting her even hornier with wild kinky anticipation. An old metal fire escape stairwell ran down the entire outer wall of the building, with the final flight being locked ten feet above the alley to deter burglars. Sakura remembered that her legs were infused with explosive feline strength by that warrior sorceress, so she jumped twelve feet up in the air, landing gracefully on the first level of the fire escape.

More thunder and lightning rang out in the sky as Sakura raced up the wet metal steps, faster than any non-magical girl possibly could. It took her only fifteen seconds to reach the back balcony of "Shogun Suzuki." She pressed her face against his rain-soaked window, admiring his living room full of BDSM toys and various bondage platforms. A big poster on his eastern wall read: "私は風を操るわけではありません ただ、それを研究しているだけです." (I don't control the wind. I just study it.) A melodramatic quote from Lord Yoshi Toranaga during an episode of Shogun on FX two years ago.

Shogun Suzuki emerged from a doorway, wearing nothing but a black leather dog mask. He turned toward the window and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her on the balcony.

"Sakura?" he gaped in surprise. She heard his voice quite clearly through the thick glass and the heavy storm with her magically enhanced ears. He ran to the window, unlocked it and opened a sliding glass pane. "What the hell are you doing on the fire escape, in a big-ass thunderstorm?"

"Long story. It doesn't matter," she growled uncharacteristically. All her former girlish sweetness was gone, replaced by the grim stealthy demeanor of a jaguar. She stepped out of the rain and into his warm "playroom," admiring his ripped muscles and his array of high-end bondage gear and platforms. His penis was big enough when not erect, so it must be huge at full mast. Licking her wet lips like a starving alleycat, with water streaming steadily off her pink striped polyester tail.

"Damn, girl. I'll get you a towel to dry off with."

Shogun grabbed a plush black towel off the top of a wooden "milking platform" with black leather restraints.

"Fuck the towel!" she growled, batting it out of his hands. "You're paying me 47,000 yen for 'a great kinky time,' so let's get right to the action."

"Yes ma'am, Miss Kitty," he snickered sarcastically. "I'm a big aquaphile, so your soaking wet body is really turning me on. Take off that cat girl two-piece, but keep the mask on. I'm gonna tie you to that Saint Andrew's Cross."

"I will tie you, you fake sissy shogun!"

"Oooh. Tired of your usual submissive profile on Spankmasters, eh?"

"Shut the fuck up. Get your ass on the X, dog boy."

"Yes ma'am, Miss Kitty," he snickered through that black leather hound mask. "I love kinky furry porn."

He backed against the black painted wood, watching her rip off that pink fur-lined cosplay whore outfit. Fully revealing her amazing flat-chested body, with a tattoo right above her Brazilian-waxed genitalia that read: "父の売."

"I bet you were 'Daddy's Little Whore,'" Shogun uttered mockingly.

"You're my whore now, dog-boy!"

She jumped ten feet across the room, landing gracefully right in front of Shogun, making him gasp in shock.

"What . . . how . . . who . . . the fuck are you?" he uttered incredulously as she fastened his arms and legs to the X beams with four leather straps.

"I'm a bad little kitty," Sakura cackled, striking another frisky pose from her favorite magical girl anime. She grabbed a black leather riding crop from a nearby table and whipped his ripped chest nice and hard, making him groan through his black leather canine mask.

"Bad doggie. Very bad doggie!" she growled like a lesbian pooch trainer.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

"Ooo-hoo-hoo, fuck yeah!" Shogun moaned as she covered his chest with pink stripes. The Tokyo skyline glimmered outside his eighth-story window, abstracted to an anime-like sheen by heavy rain, howling wind and lightning bolts.

"You've been chasing too many cats in the park . . . but now you're messing with the wrong pussy!"

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

She pummeled his alpha male pectorals while stroking her clit with her left hand. Drool oozed out the corners of her pink-lipsticked mouth, betraying her intense sadistic pleasure. Fueled by the interdimensional Amazonian spirit that possessed her soul.

"All hail the Yokai Clan! Cat power is girl power, destined to rule the universe!"

"Crazy fucking whore, reading too many stupid mangas."

"Shut the fuck up, foolish mortal man!"

She swung that riding crop downward, striking his huge penis with brute force. Making his knees buckle in masochistic pleasure. He arched his back in a sharp c-shape and growled toward the thundering sky as she kept wailing away on his wang. Making it wag like a poodle's tail, savoring his pain in remote harmony with Queen Bakeneko.

"This pony whip isn't big enough for your horse cock. I better pull out the big guns you always use on pathetic girly-girls."

She went to a shelf along his northern wall and picked out a leather spanking paddle that was much larger than the riding crop. She performed another superhuman cat vault over to his Saint Andrew's cross by the rain-soaked window, making him gasp yet again. He gasped louder when that thick slab of cowhide lashed his big manly cock.

"Awwww, god damn! You must be on crystal meth or some shit. Make it hurt so good, kitty bitch!"

"Don't call me a bitch, you jock douchebag! I better silence that big mouth with a little rubber."

She lifted up his mask and gagged his mouth with a red rubber ball. She spanked his dick relentlessly, making his entire body shudder in masochistic rapture. Purging her supernatural dominatrix fury to honor her new werecat overlord. Shogun growled unintelligibly amid the onslaught.

"Take it like a man, dog-bitch! Savor the divine wrath of Bakeneko!"

"Hu-phoo, hipph!"

"Fuck you, cocksucker!"

Sakura kept spanking his cock until his groaning grew pathetically loud. Then she dropped to her knees and shoved that big raw rod deep in her mouth, making him howl triumphantly.

"Huuuuwooooo-ooooo!"

Shogun's wolf-like braying enhanced her primal lust. Fellating him frantically, gagging over and over while squeezing her little pink pleasure center. She'd given dozens of blowjobs to random "clients" ever since she turned eighteen, but this was the best one yet. His shaft barely fit in her little mouth. Drool sprayed out the edge of her o-shaped lips every time they expanded against his fat mushroom tip, spraying spittle all over her tiny teen tits. She pulled out a few minutes later, waving her finger toward his face with a fierce scowl.

"You better not cum so soon, Shogun. I wanna ride your big dick like a Suzuki."

"Hupph yaa, gull!" he barked approvingly. Sakura freed him from the Saint Andrew's cross and shoved him down on a horizontal board that was wrapped in black leather and suspended by chains from a steel rack. She bound his limbs tightly against his side with more chains, wrapping them around the board and securing them with a padlock.

Fuck the shit out of him, Sakura! Bakeneko ordered telepathically from that psychedelic mountaintop. Ride him like a mighty warrior . . . in your true Werecat form!

Sakura was suddenly seized by strange mystical energy, mentally and physically. Shogun watched in horror as white fur sprouted out of her tan skin and her muscles rapidly expanded. Her entire body bulged outward quite painfully, quickly turning into a grotesque werecat. Her pain disappeared when the transformation was complete. Now she was filled with even stronger lust, with a real furry tail wagging eagerly right above her ass. Shogun wailed in helpless bound and gagged horror.

"What's the matter, Shogun?" Werecat Sakura cackled evilly with the deep guttural voice of a lioness. "I thought you loved furry porn!"

She pounced on top of the board and mounted him like a feline cowgirl. Squeezing his big dick through tight cuntlips, howling toward a full moon above the thick stormclouds. She kept growling and moaning harshly, bouncing up and down in a white furry blur.

"Fuck yeah! Your big dick feels so good in my tight werecat pussy!"

"Whaa ta phuu ipph yo heel, hipph?"

"Don't call me a bitch, you sleazy piece of shit!"

She slapped his rock hard chest, not realizing that her hands were now paws with sharp retractable claws. Drawing blood from the flesh she whipped a few minutes ago, making him groan with more terror. The sight of that precious fluid got her even hotter. She bent down and lapped it up with her rough feline tongue while fucking him relentlessly.

"You better cum for me, Shogun Suzuki! Shoot your manly seed deep in my werecat womb!"

"You phupphee cayphee, gull!"

"Crazy like a fox, dog boy!" Sakura cackled. The wild supernatural sex sent strong ripples of pleasure from her clit to her nipples (all eight of them.)

Shogun's terrified groaning soon turned to groans of pleasure, oddly distorted through his black hound mask. Even a savage beast like her can get any man off, with a little patience.

"Hooo yaaaa, phupphee haaat, kipphy!"

"Gimme a big hot load, puppy!"

"Hooo, hooo, hooooo, hoooWOOOOOOOHHH!"

"Fuck yeaaaaaah!" Sakura roared triumphantly, savoring that familiar soothing cream deep inside her enchanted monster body. Her white furry tail twitched wildly with orgasmic rapture. Shogun's body shuddered with an equally intense climax, with sweat pouring down his ripped muscles on a muggy rainy night. Glistening against the chains that held him firmly in place.

"Good kitty, Sakura," Queen Bakeneko purred telepathically from her jungle domain. "Very good kitty. And now . . . you know what you must do!"

With her human sexual appetite satisfied, Sakura's ravenous werewolf appetite for blood took firm control. She pounced onto the platform and growled hideously at her mortal masculine prey, with drool dripping down on his face from between her exposed fangs. Shogun screamed with renewed terror, but the thick ball gag and the torrential thunderstorm muffled the sound. His neighbors probably assumed he was watching a bad slasher horror flick on a gloomy Saturday night.

"Say your prayers to your pathetic Buddha, 'Shogun,'" Sakura cackled dramatically, just like the werecat antagonist in her latest hentai manga project. "Bakeneko is my deity, and she never hides her true primal face. Your masochistic misogyny is a crime against humanity, and my fangs will deliver justice. Judge, jury . . . and executioner!"

She sunk those inhuman fangs deep in his human neck, growling triumphantly as warm life-blood filled her enchanted mouth. She drank deeply as she shuddered in chains, closing his windpipe with her strong jaws. Her supernatural thirst was soon sated, and Shogun's heart soon stopped beating.

Glory! Glory! Glory to the feline Yokai Clan, ending the plague of masculine egotism! Werecat Queen Bakeneko beamed telepathically; dancing in nude furry celebration on that interdimensional mountaintop.

"The glory is yours, Majesty!" Sakura beamed, bowing submissively on his "playroom" floor. She licked the blood off her white fur with her rough tongue while gazing at her john's bloody corpse. The werecat spell wore off a minute later, and her body returned to normal human form. Sakura sighed pleasantly while putting her pink "cat girl" hooker outfit back on. Looking forward to her next victim, next Saturday night.

She crept back down the fire escape and meandered down Mozart Street in the pouring rain, passing another black alleycat with big golden eyes. Brimming with inspiration for her crazy hentai "Werecat of Tokyo."