All fingers and thumbs

More than twenty thousand years ago, in the South of the mysterious country China lived a creature named Yuang, the fish woman. She had a woman's head but the body of a fish.

She was the offspring of a deity but was cast away because she couldn't handle her desires. When she was twenty-one, she had slept with more than a hundred different men, casting spells on them or eating their intestines. She really was into power. Through the years, she managed to take a human form, live in the world of people, or sleep for hundreds of years unnoticed in the woodlands of the provinces.

When the Book of Shanhaijing is on the shelves of an obscure auction in Los Angeles in the present time, she sees it fit to create a new human persona named Poppy Ryan, a beautiful female journalist. At the auction, she will be there for one purpose only, to obtain the Book and have access to all its mysteries.

Poppy looked over her shoulder. She had to act fast, rent an apartment, and set up a fake identity complete with everything available in real life, including papers, backstory, furniture, and cat. She decided to be a freelance journalist working from home. That way, her identity would be more convincing. Managing to work for a couple of months in a media agency like a newspaper or a tabloid was out of the question, no time. The auction was in a few days.

"Can I help you, dear?" The man at the counter of the animal shelter looked at the pretty redhead and smiled.

"Yes, you can." She smiled back her most reassuring smile and put her hands on the top counter, her red painted fingernails shining under the light of the lamp.

The man, a fiftyish something volunteer, was mesmerized by the woman's green eyes in front of him. "Are you interested in a dog or a cat?"

"A cat, please, a kitten, to be exact. I'll like them young." She licked her lips at the thought of savoring a kitten when her mission was all over.

"Ah," the man laughed out loud. "Then you wouldn't be interested in me, now would you?"

"That remains to be seen, but for the moment, I am here for a kitten. Do you have them available?"

He got his composure back, took out a book, and passed it on to Poppy. "Here you are, dear. Look at it, and we'll see which one you like. Take all the time that you need. "

Within half an hour, Poppy left with a black kitten named Yuang, accompanied by Bert, the volunteer.

She took him to her apartment a few blocks away. He was on his dinner break, and besides himself that he had hooked up with such a pretty thing. He never saw it coming.

Inside they eagerly tore down their clothes and headed to the bedroom in the sparsely
furnished house.

"Are you just moved in?" He asked to make conversation. Women liked that, he thought.

"Shut up," she moaned, undressing. "I am in charge now. You do what I like."

"You're my dominatrix, ma'am," he stuttered, surprised by the change in her behavior. But he loved what he saw, and he would do or say anything to please this wonderful girl.

"Go down on me and eat my pussy!"

In the corner of the bedroom, the kitten Yuang was looking frightened. With big eyes, she watched the motions of the two humans in front of her.

After he was done and she came with a grunt, she slid his head with a knife. Her dinner had finally arrived.

Within an hour, there was nothing much left of the volunteer except for his clothes.

She could donate those to the Salvation Army, she thought. A good deed indeed.

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