Le Chat Noir
by Mesmer's Bauble
I stretched out my body, arching my back and feeling my midnight black fur standing on end. It feels good to be out of Dahlia's manor, to feel the cool night air against my whiskers. There is a lot to be said for being a witch’s familiar. The sentience, the magical powers, the long life, but I do miss the freedom of roaming as I please rather than being at that woman's beck and call.
Not that Dahlia was a bad mistress. Well, I suppose by human standards she would considered very bad indeed, but what does a cat care about petty morality. She isn't bad to me; she is just new to being a servant of the dark, new to the power she now wields, addicted to it as much as any junkie. She still has so many perverse fantasies to enact which is why, on this beautiful Samhain, when she is at the height of her power, I am out doing my part in fulfilling her plans.
Jumping from the fence I walked confidently out onto the suburban streets, which were just starting to fill with young kits of both sexes dressed in all sorts of strange outfits. Just because I'm sentient doesn’t mean I understand humans. Most of their actions still baffled me, especially mistress, if she wanted to rut so badly she should just go into heat and attract a willing mate… but she has her own ideas about how to get what she desires. I suppose she will get them tonight, the spells she cast on me are very powerful; she is very strong even if she is new to the craft.
She gave me precise instructions so I watch the crowds carefully, standing very still. Occasionally someone notices me and then moves on, thinking I'm a decoration. It’s actually rather embarrassing. Finally I see the first targets on my list: a young female and her kit. I slid across the lawn and right up to the woman. With a practiced movement I curl my body around her leg, letting out a sweet purr and activating the spell. A tingle passes through my fur, as if I had gotten a static shock. As I break contact with her skin the tingle still filled my fur and I curl right up to the female kit and rub up against her too.
I know how the spell works- I helped Dahlia devise it. The effect of the magic is subtle at first. The both stare down at me, a look of longing sparking in their eyes. As they reach down I hop just out of their grasp and begin to move down the block, leading the woman and her kit. Their minds are empty except for the feel of my fur against their skin, and the desire for more.
After a short trot, I run into a vacant lot which transforms into one of the largest and most ostentatious houses in the area. The illusion was my suggestion and I'm pleased with how well it turned out. Safe under the disguise, I hop up onto the porch and allow the two females to finally reach out and touch me. Their touch is gentle and feels very nice and the deep purr I utter has nothing to do with the spell. I decide to do the kit first; her hands are not nearly as enjoyable as her mother's. I lock my golden eyes with the kit and begin the second part of the spell.
Inside her mind, I know, she is focus only on the feeling of my fur, her skin, and the pleasant tingle. As my eyes meet hers the tingle begins to flow from my fur into her body. Fur grows up her arm, across her chest, and down the other arm. She tries to resist the sensation but she is young and impressionable and I know the tingle is seductive and arousing. There is a short battle of wills between us as the tingling fur slides down her waist wrapping itself around her legs and tucking between her thighs, where the fur is instantly moistened by her unaccustomed arousal. The tingle at her rear grows out into a tail and, as the last vestige of her resistance breaks, the fur slides up around her neck and covers her face and head, giving her sharp cat ears. Finally a collar snaps around her neck, the locket on it emblazoned with the letter D.
Of course this is all inside her mind; outwardly she is frozen, her gaze locked with mine. The internal transformation is changing her into the first of my mistress’s playthings for the night: a little sex kitten. I break eye contact and the kit begins to mewl and tries to purr, she believes that she is in heat. I nod my head towards the door and the girl crawls on all fours up to the door and begins softly pawing at it with her curled hands.
The mother's touch is very relaxing and for a brief moment I regret what I am about to do, but only because I'll miss the way she pets me. Perhaps I'll ask Dahlia if I can keep her once the night is through. Once again I lock my golden eyes with another. Much to my surprise the woman is resisting; she knows she is under some sort of control. She can't break it of course, the touch of my fur has become quite addictive, but she is aware. Beyond that, she knows that I am more than a cat and that something has been done to her kit.
Not that this will help her much in the long run but it does make my job more difficult. I push my will against hers, the struggle lasts almost a full minute. I am quite impressed but eventually I push past her barriers. Inside her mind there is a torrent of wild thoughts; I calm them with a green meadow. As the lush field of grass fills her mind she realizes she is quite small, smaller than me. She tries to pull away but I place a paw on her nose and soon the transformation begins, her nose turns pink and sprouts whiskers, soft white downy fur begins to cover her naked body. Words fill her mind, she's fighting them but some are getting through, “Horny.... Fuck like a....” the white fur makes its way down her neck across her chest and down her arms. She fights even harder then, fights against the pleasure of the tingling fur on her breasts.
To my shock the fur starts to recede, pulling back from her skin. The control she has over her sexual drive is impressive. I know then that I have to attack the mind first. My eyes burn into hers, forcing the words over and over against her barriers, “A horny little... fuck like a...” Her eyes widen as the fur which had pulled back to her neck begins to crawl upwards, over her head, her ears disappearing new long one sprouting out of the top of her head. As her eyes finally change I force the words through, “Fuck like Rabbits.... You're a horny little bunny!” In a rush the white fur covers the rest of her body and she moans at the pleasure of it. Moans like a human.
I asked Dahlia once why it was sexy for a girl to act like a sex-crazed kitten but it would be weird for someone to act like a real horny rabbit. She said that it was just a human thing. I break eye contact and the bunny-girl joins her kit at the door. She reaches down to pet her like she had me then she reaches between the girl’s legs and caresses her moist slit through her costume. Dahlia had told me twice to ensure they had no taboos left and, as I said, I do as I am ordered by my mistress.
I leap up onto the window sill and tap on it with my claws. A few moments later Dahlia opens the door dressed in a pointed hat and nothing else. She looks over my first catches and smiles, “Excellent work Blackmalkin, they are perfect.” I pad into the house and over to my bowl. I say the magic word that fills it with warm cream and begin to lap it up greedily. Behind me Dahlia strips the two females of their costumes and begins to play with them. I glance around to watch out of curiosity, if nothing else. She has her bunny-girl petting her sex kitten. While she touches herself she orders them around. After a while the kit screams in orgasm and soon the Bunny has her head between Dahlia's legs while the kitten is lapping at her mother's pussy. Dahlia seems to be really enjoying herself, but I still don't get humans and their obsession with sex. I finish drinking my cream and then pad off to get some fish from the kitchen. About twenty minutes later I hear Dahlia scream in orgasm and I know my break is almost over.
When I return to the main room I find that the kit has replaced her mother between Dahlia's legs while the Bunny laps and nibbles at Dahlia's breasts. Seeing me, my mistress gestures dramatically. “That was wonderful, but the night is long and my cravings are deep. Depart Blackmalkin and bring me my next treat, it is after all Halloween.” I think that was supposed to be a joke but I get human humor less then I get their sex rituals. I push myself out the cat door and breathe in the night air. She is right in one thing, the night is young, and while I do have a job to do for now at least I am free to roam.
The End?
There are a few more weeks till Halloween and I have no idea for any more transformations off the top of my head, feel free to drop me a line and if I like the ideas I'll write a part 2. Happy Halloween – MB
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