The chin scratching distracted me a little, but I was still rather upset. "You want to see frisky, huh?" I stood up quickly and pounced on Karyn, who was still wearing nothing since I had stolen her towel.
"Jon...!" Karyn yelped as she was knocked over. "Hey! Ouch!"
I rubbed myself against her to mark her with my scent, then settled my weight on her to keep her pinned while I gave her a lick in a very private spot with my feline tongue.
"Jon!" Karyn stiffened in shock. "Christ! Stop that!" She shivered.
"You can just change me back then, unless you want to see just how frisky I can be!" I growled back, still in that feminine sounding voice.
"You wouldn't!"
"Yeah?" I gave her another lick. She tasted... interesting, there, but I tried not to think about that.
"Oh, geeze, Jon!" she gasped and started to look rather flushed. "Stop it!"
"You seem pretty frisky yourself now, Karyn." I sniffed at her and rubbed my muzzle against her private parts, then started licking again. "Maybe you'll want me to have Little Mr. Cougar back pretty soon..."
"Jonnnn!" Karyn gasped, then shuddered. "Ooh... Jon -- stop... oh!"
