by The Author
It was dawn on a tropical paradise island, and the pastel colors of the sunrise blended beautifully with the vibrant exotic flowering plants that surrounded a serene lagoon. Wearing only a black man-thong, I was laying in the sand with my lover Rebekah. She was in a white bikini, her head resting upon my chest. Holding her in my arms, I gently caressed her back with one hand, and played with her dirty blonde hair with the other.
Rebekah and I were alone, as we hadn't had a chance to be intimate since we had arrived at Joy's Isle. Her sisters, Katherine and Ilayda, were likely still asleep in the Victorian-style mansion that sat at the summit of the island. We were on vacation together, and I was in love with all three sisters.
There were a couple swings hanging from branches of trees that protruded over the shore of the lagoon. We got up, and I led Rebekah to a swing. She sat on it, and I sensually massaged her back while affectionately kissing her neck. I pulled off her bikini top, and she stood up and flung her arms around me, her bare breasts pressed against my chest. I could feel her heartbeat increase as we both became aroused, kissing with a fiery desire. We grabbed each other's butts, fell to the ground, and had wildly hot sex right then and there on the beach. Rolling around in the sand with heat and passion, we did a thorough job of getting sand in our butt cracks.
Rebekah and I had an intense orgasm, making such loud noises that we awoke everyone on the island. Katherine and Ilayda came down to see what the commotion was all about. Upon seeing Rebekah and I together, they said that they thought we had sounded like a couple of chimpanzees getting into a fight.
We all went back up to the mansion together, and went into the kitchen.
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I was wearing only a black man-thong, and the two women stared at my bulge with bananas in their mouths. They just stared at it. Unsure if I should be embarrassed or flattered, I side-eyed the two models and clumsily grabbed a box of Fruit Loops and poured myself a bowl.
I made eggs for everyone, and Cara and Anya told Katherine about the photoshoot she would be doing later in the day. The photographers and make-up artists were preparing for the shoot, so Kat went with Anya and Cara to get ready.
Ilayda and Rebekah went down to the flower field, where they would pick flowers that would be used in the shoot. As for myself, I wanted to explore parts of the island I hadn't seen yet.
When I stepped outside, I saw a Viking ship approach the dock at the base of the hill, so I went down to see who it was. It was Reese Witherspoon, returning to the island to collect more flowers. I led her to the flower field, where she joined Ilayda and Rebekah in gathering flowers.
I wandered off to explore more of the island, wanting to practice my cat transformation skills in private. Just as I was "powering up" to transform into cat-form, I both sneezed and farted at the same time.
POOT-FFSSTT-POOF! I was now a golden hamster.
Having no idea how to transform back into my normal self, I realized how small I now was. It would be easy to hide, and I could explore unseen. I decided I liked being small.
Presently, I could hear music playing in the distance. Curious, I followed the sound until I came to the edge of a cliff. Below me, at the base of the cliff, was a beach with a huge stage that faced the water. There were thousands of people wading in the shallow tropical waters, and boats of all kinds were anchored along a sandbar.
There was a concert going on at Joy's Isle, and it was Taylor Swift performing "Shake It Off". Most of the audience were women, who were shaking it off by twerking their jiggly booties. So. Much. Booty. I just could not even. I had to join in on the shenanigan, so I scampered down the cliff and began bouncing off of everyone's booty like I was in a bounce house. I was now a golden nugget of a hamster booty surfing and bouncing around in a bootylicious sea.
Once the concert ended, the crowd dispersed and I skedaddled swiftly back up toward the mansion. When I got there, I scampered stealthily, remaining out of view. I hid on the top of an ornate bookshelf that sat in the corner of a great room.
Rebekah, Reese, and Ilayda were in the great room, decorating it with flowers. The photographers were finishing up arranging their lighting and lenses. Katherine entered the room, dressed in an elegant hot pink dress with various black shapes on it, and she was carrying two white bunnies. The shoot began, and I watched as she posed with the bunnies, at the direction of the photographers.
Katherine was wrapped in multi-colored bubble wrap, creating an avant-garde look. As she moved to change sitting or laying positions, the bubbles popped, and Katherine sounded like a bag of popping popcorn. She tried her best to keep a straight face, but could not. She was now *POPKAT*.
As the shoot concluded, the two bunnies transformed into Anya and Cara. It was their turn to do a shoot. Katherine, Rebekah, and Ilayda transformed into cats. Upon doing so, their feline instincts kicked into high gear, and they immediately smelled me, noticing my tiny hamster self. Unaware it was me in hamster-form, they began chasing me.
I scurried, I scampered, and I skedaddled.
In a whirlwind of chaos, the three sister-cats chased me up the walls, under the furniture, and all over the place. Frames fell to the floor. Curtains were tore up. Pedestals were toppled, instantly turning to sand as they crashed. Fires were started. A jumbled mess was made.
Narrowly escaping, I bolted out an open window and into the lush tropical vegetation. I had lost them.
Hiding in the bushes just outside the window, I could hear the sisters transform back to human form, and fires were extinguished.
It was late afternoon, and I was sad because I did not know how to transform back to my normal self. I was very different from them. The three sisters were naturals at being cats, but I was far better at being a small hamster. Were we truly compatible? They could easily harm me. My little hamster mind ran with small thoughts, anxieties, uncertainties, and dumb doubts.
Reese came outside, followed by everyone else. She directed everyone to look for puzzle pieces that were scattered all over the island. Suddenly, I had a feeling of déjà vu. This felt familiar to me, as if I had dreamed this before.
Reese said that the puzzle pieces made up an image of a golden hamster. Everyone went about the island, looking in bushes, the flower field, the lagoon, and every nook and cranny of the mansion. Not wanting to be found, I evaded the scavengers, and chose to remain hidden.
As they conducted their search, I overheard them talking about me. Cara expressed care about the situation, and Anya was anticipating me being found. Reese was real about her feelings, and Katherine, Rebekah, and Ilayda were honed in on my healing and happiness, should I be found.
Then, I realized they were looking for me, because I knew they cared. I emerged from my hiding spot in the shadows, hungry and tired.
Katherine, Rebekah, and Ilayda saw me, and Kat scooped me up in her hand and affectionately petted me, making me feel appreciated. Rebekah fed me a carrot, nourishing and nurturing me. Ilayda transformed into her blue butterfly form, and sprinkled fairy dust on me, restoring me to my true self.
Ilayda returned to her human form, and with tears in my eyes, I knew that I was loved and that I was about to heal. Truly heal. Evening had come, and the sun was about to set. The three sisters and I went to the top of the hill of Joy's Isle and I cuddled with the three of them, and we sat and stared at the vibrant golden colors of the setting tropical sun. It had been so many years since I had truly felt wanted. I had, at long last, found my tribe.
Then I smiled.