One white-moon evening, in the village of St Cyr de Gâst, the dogs began to howl like wolves. The grocer’s stuffed rooster started crowing as if at dawn, causing a commotion that roused the villagers. Some, anxious, others more daring, opened their shutters. In the middle of the street walked a being half-cat, half-human, with fur so white it was visible as in broad daylight. A galipote, surely! It could be no other creature. Wandering and teasing the dogs barking at its passage, the galipote lingered before a villager couple’s house. It knocked on the barred door and said:
• Woman, did you call me?

Inside, the couple cowered. The man said to his wife:
• Are you mad? Did you summon the galipote?
• Oh, no! I swear to you. How can you think such a thing? With those creatures, one never knows what to expect.

The galipote knocked again on the door:
• Woman, it is you I come to see. The stream, the wind, the trees, and the mist told me you needed me. Answer, it is in your interest.

The frightened woman didn’t know whether to respond or remain silent. But with this galipote at her door, it was certain it knew she was there. So, with a tremble in her voice, the woman said:
• I am here, but I did not call you.

The galipote replied:
• Whether you know it or not, you have summoned me. Your body suffers, and your soul as well. Open this door. I am your relief.

The man said to his wife:
• Stay here. Surely, you won’t open it. God knows what danger awaits us.

Hearing the murmur, the galipote said:
• Silence, man. I am not addressing you.

And suddenly, the man lost his voice. He tried to speak, but no sound came from his mouth. The woman was terrified. What would happen if she didn’t heed the creature’s command? Would her husband remain mute? Though frightened, she went to unbar the door and opened it.
• Will you let me in? Asked the galipote. I must be invited.
• Enter, said the woman reflexively.

The galipote crossed the threshold and sat by the hearth, where only a few warm embers remained. A slight gesture of its paw, and the fire began to crackle.
• I like to warm myself, said the galipote in its male, meowing voice, gazing at the fire.

The man wanted to rise and chase away this intruder. With a feline gesture, the galipote extended its paw toward him, and the man was petrified, able only to move his eyes. The woman trembled all over.
• Fear not, woman, come closer. I mean you no harm. Come, and sit by me.

Hesitant, the woman barely approached.
• Come here, I tell you. We have matters to discuss.

The woman felt her body lead her near the creature and sit beside it.
• It is unpleasant not to be master of oneself, said the galipote. But it is easier for you this way.

Not knowing how to address this creature without causing offense, the woman nevertheless asked:
• Mistress galipote (though evidently male, the creature being naked from head to toe), why have you come to my home? I did not summon you.

The galipote replied:
• Did you not go to the river yesterday to soothe your pains in the icy water?
• Yes, replied the woman.
• Did you not pray to be relieved?
• I cannot deny it, but…

The galipote interrupted her.
• The water was moved by your pain, which it could not soothe. It spoke to the stepping stones of the pond. To the trees that came to drink, they spoke. The trees, in turn, were troubled. Through their foliage, they told the wind that the woman who loved to honour them suffered a great ailment they could not heal. Then the mist, accompanied by a few leaves, rose to plead for you at my dwelling and invited itself to my home, I who love warmth so much. Do you know that my gift is to heal and to watch over the care and balance of nature, or do you not?
• N-no, said the hesitant woman.
• That is indeed why I am here! Now, turn so I may see your back.

The woman complied of her own will this time. The feline being began to purr. The woman felt a paw rest on the top of her neck, then another descended along her spine, and finally, followed each of her bones. Throughout these manipulations, the soothing purr of the galipote was heard. When it finished its work, it said to the woman:
• Now you may turn and look at me.

The hypnotic eyes, with emerald green irises of the galipote, seemed illuminated.
• Do you still feel any pain now?

The woman’s face was transformed.
• I… I feel no more pain, she said, both astonished and relieved from the suffering that had plagued her.
• Then, for you, the birds will sing tomorrow, said the galipote. I found your bones very ill. Had I not come, I fear your ailment would have soon taken you to the earth. I have now completed my work. Stroke the top of my head, I pray you. The woman did so willingly. The galipote purred with a few head nudges as payment for its action.

The galipote stretched and rose without another word. Crossing the threshold, with a slight lift of its paw; or hand, it was hard to say; it freed the man from his paralysis and restored his voice. The galipote closed the door behind it without even touching it. But upon leaving the house, resuming its path, a hunter, enraged at what he considered an abomination, shot at the galipote, hitting its shoulder with lead. The hunter prepared to fire a second shot when the galipote turned and looked at him, eyes blazing with anger. The hunter instantly froze. With a yowling cry and hissing, the galipote addressed him thus:
• So it is you, the evildoer, who comes to harm my woods and kill my kin!

The galipote’s uninjured paw pointed a claw at the hunter, and while hissing, it cast upon him:
• Receive the ailment I have just removed as a reward for your misdeeds.

The hunter began to writhe in pain, while the galipote fled into the night and vanished.

The grocer’s stuffed rooster crowed one last time before the sun rose.

The next day, and in the days that followed, the miller of the watermill in the forest pond was nowhere to be seen in the village. The mill remained closed.

But nearly a month later, the hunter, now twisted in all his bones, expired from an ailment unknown to any. As a mystery, it was then that the miller returned to the village to deliver his flour to the baker, not without fetching his grain from neighbouring farms, taking his time as usual. And from the granaries, at his approach, in the village of St Cyr de Gâst, the dogs began to howl like wolves. The grocer’s stuffed rooster started crowing as if at dawn, causing a commotion that roused the villagers. Some, anxious, others more daring, opened their shutters. In the middle of the street walked a being half-cat, half-human, with fur so white it was visible as in broad daylight. A galipote, surely! It could be no other creature. Wandering and teasing the dogs barking at its passage, the galipote lingered before a villager couple’s house. It knocked on the barred door and said:
• Woman, did you call me?

Inside, the couple cowered. The man said to his wife:
• Are you mad? Did you summon the galipote?
• Oh, no! I swear to you. How can you think such a thing? With those creatures, one never knows what to expect.

The galipote knocked again on the door:
• Woman, it is you I come to see. The stream, the wind, the trees, and the mist told me you needed me. Answer, it is in your interest.

The frightened woman didn’t know whether to respond or remain silent. But with this galipote at her door, it was certain it knew she was there. So, with a tremble in her voice, the woman said:
• I am here, but I did not call you.

The galipote replied:
• Whether you know it or not, you have summoned me. Your body suffers, and your soul as well. Open this door. I am your relief.

The man said to his wife:
• Stay here. Surely, you won’t open it. God knows what danger awaits us.

Hearing the murmur, the galipote said:
• Silence, man. I am not addressing you.

And suddenly, the man lost his voice. He tried to speak, but no sound came from his mouth. The woman was terrified. What would happen if she didn’t heed the creature’s command? Would her husband remain mute? Though frightened, she went to unbar the door and opened it.
• Will you let me in? Asked the galipote. I must be invited.
• Enter, said the woman reflexively.

The galipote crossed the threshold and sat by the hearth, where only a few warm embers remained. A slight gesture of its paw, and the fire began to crackle.
• I like to warm myself, said the galipote in its male, meowing voice, gazing at the fire.

The man wanted to rise and chase away this intruder. With a feline gesture, the galipote extended its paw toward him, and the man was petrified, able only to move his eyes. The woman trembled all over.
• Fear not, woman, come closer. I mean you no harm. Come, and sit by me.

Hesitant, the woman barely approached.
• Come here, I tell you. We have matters to discuss.

The woman felt her body lead her near the creature and sit beside it.
• It is unpleasant not to be master of oneself, said the galipote. But it is easier for you this way.

Not knowing how to address this creature without causing offense, the woman nevertheless asked:
• Mistress galipote (though evidently male, the creature being naked from head to toe), why have you come to my home? I did not summon you.

The galipote replied:
• Did you not go to the river yesterday to soothe your pains in the icy water?
• Yes, replied the woman.
• Did you not pray to be relieved?
• I cannot deny it, but…

The galipote interrupted her.
• The water was moved by your pain, which it could not soothe. It spoke to the stepping stones of the pond. To the trees that came to drink, they spoke. The trees, in turn, were troubled. Through their foliage, they told the wind that the woman who loved to honour them suffered a great ailment they could not heal. Then the mist, accompanied by a few leaves, rose to plead for you at my dwelling and invited itself to my home, I who love warmth so much. Do you know that my gift is to heal and to watch over the care and balance of nature, or do you not?
• N-no, said the hesitant woman.
• That is indeed why I am here! Now, turn so I may see your back.

The woman complied of her own will this time. The feline being began to purr. The woman felt a paw rest on the top of her neck, then another descended along her spine, and finally, followed each of her bones. Throughout these manipulations, the soothing purr of the galipote was heard. When it finished its work, it said to the woman:
• Now you may turn and look at me.

The hypnotic eyes, with emerald green irises of the galipote, seemed illuminated.
• Do you still feel any pain now?

The woman’s face was transformed.
• I… I feel no more pain, she said, both astonished and relieved from the suffering that had plagued her.
• Then, for you, the birds will sing tomorrow, said the galipote. I found your bones very ill. Had I not come, I fear your ailment would have soon taken you to the earth. I have now completed my work. Stroke the top of my head, I pray you. The woman did so willingly. The galipote purred with a few head nudges as payment for its action.

The galipote stretched and rose without another word. Crossing the threshold, with a slight lift of its paw; or hand, it was hard to say; it freed the man from his paralysis and restored his voice. The galipote closed the door behind it without even touching it. But upon leaving the house, resuming its path, a hunter, enraged at what he considered an abomination, shot at the galipote, hitting its shoulder with lead. The hunter prepared to fire a second shot when the galipote turned and looked at him, eyes blazing with anger. The hunter instantly froze. With a yowling cry and hissing, the galipote addressed him thus:
• So it is you, the evildoer, who comes to harm my woods and kill my kin!

The galipote’s uninjured paw pointed a claw at the hunter, and while hissing, it cast upon him:
• Receive the ailment I have just removed as a reward for your misdeeds.

The hunter began to writhe in pain, while the galipote fled into the night and vanished.

The grocer’s stuffed rooster crowed one last time before the sun rose.

The next day, and in the days that followed, the miller of the watermill in the forest pond was nowhere to be seen in the village. The mill remained closed.

But nearly a month later, the hunter, now twisted in all his bones, expired from an ailment unknown to any. As a mystery, it was then that the miller returned to the village to deliver his flour to the baker, not without fetching his grain from neighbouring farms, taking his time as usual. And from the granaries, at his approach.

LE FÉLIN FURRY GUÉRISSEUR
(d’après les contes traditionnels du Poitou)

Un soir de lune blanche, au village de St Cyr de Gâst, les chiens si mirent à hurler comme des loups. Le coq empaillé de l'épicière se mit à chanter comme à l'aube faisant au poulailler. Dans ce vacarme, les habitants se réveillèrent, certains inquiets, d'autres plus téméraires ouvrirent leurs volets. Au beau milieu de la rue marchait un être mi-chat, mi-humain au pelage blanc ; si blanc qu'on le voyait comme en plein jour. Une galipote, c'était certain ! De nul autre créature, il ne pouvait s'agir. Déambulant et taquinant les chiens qui aboyaient sur son passage, la galipote s'attarda devant la maison d'un couple de villageois. Elle toqua à la porte barrée, et dit :
- Femme, tu m'as appelé ?
Dans la maison, le couple se terrait. L'homme dit à sa femme :
- Tu es folle ? Tu as invoqué la galipote ?
- Oh, non ! Je te le jure. Comment peux-tu imaginer chose pareille ? Avec ces bêtes là, on ne sait jamais à quoi s'attendre.
La galipote frappa de nouveau à la porte :
- Femme, c'est toi que je viens voir. Le cours d'eau, le vent, les arbres et la brume m'ont dit que tu avais besoin de moi. Répond, c'est pour ton intérêt.
La femme effrayée ne savait pas si elle devait répondre ou bien se taire. Mais cette galipote devant sa porte, il était bien sûr qu'elle savait qu'elle était ici. Alors, avec un tremblement dans la voix, la femme dit :
- Je suis là, mais je ne vous ai pas appelée.
La galipote reprit :
- Que tu le saches ou non, tu m'as fait demander. Ton corps souffre et ton âme tout autant. Ouvre-moi cette porte. Je suis ton soulagement.
L'homme dit à sa femme :
- Reste ici. Tu ne vas quand même pas lui ouvrir. Dieu sait quel danger nous attend.
Entendant le murmure, la galipote dit :
- Tais-toi, homme. Ce n'est pas à toi que je m'adresse.
Et tout à coup, l'homme perdit la voix. Il avait beau articuler, aucun son ne sortait de sa bouche. La femme fut prise d'effroi. Qu'allait-il lui arriver si elle ne répondait pas à l'ordre de la bête ? Son mari allait-il resté muet ? Bien qu'effrayée, elle alla débarrer la porte et l'ouvrit.
- Me laisses-tu entrer ? Demanda la galipote. Je dois y être invité.
- Entrez, dit la femme comme un réflexe.
La galipote passa le seuil et alla s'assoir près de l'âtre de la cheminée où ne restait que quelques braises chaudes. Un leger geste de la patte, et le feu se mit à crépiter.
- J'aime à m'y chauffer dit la galipote de sa voix mâle et miaulante en regardant le feu.
L'homme voulut se lever et chasser cet intrus. D'un geste félin, la galipote tendit la patte dans sa direction, et l'homme fut pétrifié, ne pouvant bouger que les yeux. La femme se mit à trembler de tout son corps.
- N'ait crainte, femme, approche-toi. Je ne te veux aucun mal. Viens, et assieds-toi près de moi.
Hésitante, la femme s'approcha à peine.
- Viens-ici, te dis-je. Nous avons à parler.
La femme sentit son corps la conduire près de la créature et s'assoir près d'elle.
- Il n'est pas agréable de ne pas être maître de soi-même, dit la galipote. Mais, cela est plus facile pour toi de cette manière.
- Ne sachant comment appeler cette créature sans qu'elle se sente blessée, la femme demanda cependant :
- Maîtresse galipote (bien qu'il s'agisse d'un mâle, à l'évidence, la créature étant nue de la tête au pied), pourquoi être venue chez moi ? Je ne vous ai pourtant pas fait mander.
La galipote répondit :
- N'es-tu pas allée hier à la rivière pour y apaiser tes douleurs dans l'eau glacée ?
- Si, répondit la femme.
- N'as-tu pas fait prière d'en être soulagée ?
- Je ne peux pas dire le contraire, mais...
La galipote l'interrompit.
- L'eau a été émue par ta douleur qu'elle ne pouvait pas soulager. Elle en a parlé aux pierres du gué de l'étang. Aux arbres venus boire, elles en parlèrent. Les  arbres, à leur tour, furent bouleversés. Par leur feuillage, ils ont raconté au vent que la femme qui aimait venir les honorer souffrait d'un bien grand mal qu'ils ne savaient guérir. C'est alors que la brume, accompagnée de quelques feuilles, s'est levée pour venir plaider pour toi en ma demeure et s'inviter chez moi, qui aime tant la chaleur. Tu sais que mon don est de guérir et de veiller aux soins et aux équilibres de la nature, ou ne le sais-tu pas ?
- N' non, dit la femme hésitante.
- C'est pourtant la raison pour laquelle je suis ici ! Maintenant, tourne-toi que je vois ton dos.
La femme s'exécuta de sa propre volonté, cette fois. L'être félin commença à ronronner. La femme sentit une patte se poser sur le haut de sa nuque, puis une autre descendre tout le long de sa colonne vertébrale et pour finir, suivre chacun de ses os. Tout en faisant ces manipulations, on entendait le ronronnement apaisant de la galipote. Quand elle eut terminé son ouvrage, elle dit à la femme :
- Maintenant tu peux te retourner et me regarder.
Les yeux hypnotiques, à l'iris vert émeraude de la galipote, semblaient illuminés.
- Ressens-tu encore quelque douleur, maintenant ?
Le visage de la femme était comme transformé.
- Je... je ne ressens plus aucun mal, dit-elle, tout à la fois à son étonnement et au soulagement de cette souffrance qui ne la quittait plus.
- Alors, pour toi, les oiseaux chanteront demain, dit la galipote. J'ai trouvé tes os bien malades. Et si je n'étais pas venu, je crains bien que ton mal ne t'eut emporté à la terre d'ici peu. J'ai terminé mon ouvrage maintenant. Caresse-moi le dessus de la tête, je te prie. La femme le fit bien volontiers. La galipote ronronna avec quelques petits coups de tete pour ton paiment de son action.
La galipote s'étira et se leva sans dire plus un mot. Franchissant le seuil de la porte, d'un léger soulèvement de sa patte ; ou de sa main, c'était difficile à dire ; elle délivra l'homme de sa paralysie et lui redonna la voix. La galipote referma la porte derrière elle sans même y toucher. Mais au sortir de la maison, reprenant son chemin, un chasseur, enragé envers ce qu'il considérait comme une abomination, tira avec son fusil sur la galipote qui reçu du plomb dans l'épaule. Le chasseur s'apprêtait à tirer un second coup de feu quand la galipote se retourna et le regarda, les yeux flamboyants de colère. Le chasseur se figea instantanément. En un miaulement de cris et de feulements, la galipote l'apostropha ainsi :
- C'est donc toi, le malfaisant, qui vient meurtrir mes bois et tuer mes frères !
La patte valide de la galipote pointa une griffe vers le chasseur, et tout en feulant lui jeta :
- Reçois le mal que je viens de retirer en récompense de tes méfaits.
Le chasseur se mit à se tordre de douleur, tandis que la galipote s'enfuit dans la nuit et disparut.
Le coq empaillé de l'épicière chanta une dernière fois avant que le soleil ne soit levé.
Le lendemain, ni plus que les jours suivants, on ne vit le meunier du moulin à aube du bois de l'étang au village. Le moulin resta fermé.
Mais près d'un mois plus tard, le chasseur devenu tordu de tout ses os vint à expirer d'un mal que nul ne connaissait.
Comme un mystère, c'est alors que le meunier revint au village donner sa farine au boulanger, non sans aller chercher son grain dans les fermes du voisinage, prenant son temps comme à son habitude. Et des greniers, à son approche, on voyait s'enfuir les rongeurs, souries, rats et autres petits muleaux, comme si ces bêtes sentaient l'odeur d'un chat.
Et la femme ? On dit qu'elle vécut longtemps et que son âme respire encore les bois de son bonheur.

Oooh !
Cette musique dans la tête, tourbillon absolu
Où bascule la raison, et flambe dans l’extase
Pour un vertige trop fort et cet élan trop grand,
Accepter la prison des déluges intimes
Qui disent leur bonheur autant que leur terreur !
Quelles joies dans la peine se mêlent à ces tourments ?
Quels supplices exquis se mêlent à ce bonheur ?
Et renoncer pour jamais au désir d’être libre
Pourvu que le cœur bat, et jouisse de ses chaines.

Hééé !
Quel étrange soupir soulève cette poitrine,
Satisfait et comblé, comme empli de sa joie,
Et exhalant son râle comme un ronronnement ?
Et Rayonner de sourire, et béat comme un ange
Vicieux comme un démon, grimaçant de plaisir !
Jouir de la corde qui vous lie au maitre de votre âme,
Jouir de ce qu’il vous accorde comme du plus grand trésor,
Et jouir tout autant de ce dont il vous prive,
Et réaliser alors, n’exister que pour lui !

Aaah !
L’amour de n’être rien, entre vos bras de braise,
S’en remettre à vos mains, et accepter sans faillir
La puissance et la force qui vous prend dans les tripes !
Etre là à vos pieds, comme un tigre domestique,
Abandonnant pleinement sa sauvage nature
Pour le plaisir infini de vos dures caresses.
Rester seul à attendre, dans l’angoisse, votre retour,
Pour jouir comme un chiot de vous voir à la porte,
Et en pisser de joie, le cœur à tout rompre.

Ouiii !
Renoncer à avoir, pour ne plus vivre que d’être !
Ce désir consume. Il chauffe, et il brûle,
Mais sans hésitation, y vivre pour toujours,
Plutôt que sur la glace d’une froide banquise.
Se rendre, se livrer, se soumettre et se donner,
Se regarder heureux dans vos yeux qui transpercent
Et que la peau soit un acte qui proclame votre nom !
Vous aimer, vous aimer, et être votre plaisir,
Se donner, se donner, et vous appartenir !

Celui qui est à vos pieds, vous aime

Leo

The picture recently added (a black panther furry) represents the goal of its body transformation, except for the teeth (filed) and the eyes (they are the best it has). Firstly, its ears will be operated, then, its nose and its lips. Vibrissae will be added by piercing. To finish, all its skin will be tattooed in black. That's the long run project that its Master has for it, and it is proud to do that for him. But, first of all, it has to change its job! This is the opening of a long process of changes. It hopes it will see the end of it, with your encouragement.

(Oh, and, yes, it speacks about itself in the third person. This is the will of its Master.)

Swyky

FRENCH :

L'image récemment ajoutée (un furry panthère noire) représente l'objectif de sa transformation sur corps réel, à l'exception des dents (limées) et des yeux (ils sont ce que j'ai de mieux). Tout d'abord, ses oreilles seront opérées, puis son nez et ses lèvres. Les vibrisses seront ajoutées par perçage. Pour finir, toute sa peau sera tatouée en noir. C'est le projet à long terme que son maître a approuvé, et il est fier de le faire pour lui. Mais, tout d'abord, il doit changer de travail! C'est l'ouverture d'un long processus de changements. Il espère qu'il en verra la fin avec vos encouragements.

(Et, oui, il parle de lui à la troisième personne. C'est la volonté de mon Maître.)

Swyky