THE PET SHOP

BY KENNA
kenna198401@aol.com

[ part 2 ]

Now The Pet Shop is really a pet shop. You can go there and buy a dog, dog food, dog collars, and any other kind of pet you want. So far I’d done the whole transaction by walking in the front door and going into the back room of The Pet Shop. This time we pulled up to the back door of The Pet Shop and pulled a struggling 12-year-old girl into the back room. There was an opening in the wall of back room that I swear hadn’t been there before. It was a black rectangle that might as well have been painted on the wall. I couldn’t see any details inside the opening. Yet, the owner waved me toward it. Norm and I stepped through the opening with Katie.

I believe in magic now that I’ve seen Jeffrey, but I wasn’t prepared for this. A step through that door took us someplace. Who knows where… but The Pet Shop wasn’t on the other side of the opening anymore. Actually, there was no opening anymore. “Should have warned you,” said Norm, noticing my astonishment.

The light was dim. The smells were unusual. “Come closer,” said a voice that made a chill run up my spine. After a few steps through the dark room, I saw an old woman sitting. Her hand rested on a cane. “Pretty girl,” she said with that same eerie voice.

We set Katie down. She promptly jumped away from us, halfway between me and the woman. She looked over at the woman and then stepped back toward me. I didn’t blame her. I didn’t want to be any closer to the creepy looking witch than I needed to be. “What’s going on?” she asked me.

Norm and I were wearing ski masks and we’d made a point of not talking. Katie had no idea I was the middle aged guy down the street. I didn’t answer her.

“Bring her,” said the witch.

Norm looked at me and nodded for me to grab Katie and take her closer. I think he even stepped back, letting me know that I was on my own. I grabbed Katie from behind, my hands circling her wrists and walked her forward.

“Hand,” said the witch.

I stared dumbly at her.

“Give me her hand.”

I pulled Katie’s hand toward the witch. In response, the witch stretched out her hand, holding a needle. The wrinkled hand trembled as it approached and it took all my nerve to keep Katie’s hand out.

“Don’t you poke me with that,” said Katie. She tried to twist away, but I held her firm. “Hey, she’s gonna…” she said to me. “Don’t let her do that.” Then with a quick stab from the witch and a squeak from Katie, it was over.

The hand retracted and I let Katie’s hand down. The witch took the drop of blood that clung to the needle and ran it around on a medallion that looked just like Norm’s. She said words in a low voice. I couldn’t hear clearly, but I’m sure it wasn’t English.

Katie was nursing her hand as the witch said, “Now you.” This time I understood. I stretched out my own hand and let her prick my finger. Then, she put my blood on the medallion. Again she spoke in low tones. She looked up and smiled. Hell, I was expecting a toothless grin, but she had all her teeth.

She handed me the medallion. “Clockwise,” she said.

I ran my finger around the medallion once, twice, three times. Each time there was a subtle change in Katie. She grew pointy ears and a tail. “What are you doing?” she said as she reached up and felt ears where they shouldn’t be. But, she didn’t look much like a dog. I circled a couple more times.

“Mmmm, a cat,” said the witch.

“I thought dog?” I said. Hell, I’d bought puppy food. Now I’d have to go shopping again.

“Can’t tell ‘til you try,” said the witch. “Finish it.”

I ran my finger around and around the medallion, watching Katie not only grow fur, whiskers, and claws, but watching her shrink to little kitty size. Halfway along she wasn’t Katie anymore. Then I finished and picked up the frightened kitten, half buried under the pile of girl’s clothes.

“She has to stay like that for 24 hours,” said the witch. “Then you can do what you want. Don’t change her for 24 hours.”

Norm and I headed back the way we came and this time The Pet Shop was where it should be. I bought kitten food, a litter box, and kitty litter. My new kitten chased a string, explored my house, and took a nap.

I could hardly wait the 24 hours, but the witch had been specific, so I did. I even added an hour just to make sure it was a full 24 hours. To prepare for Katie, I’d set up a room in my basement. It had no windows and solid door that I could lock from the inside or outside. I didn’t want to give her an avenue of escape in case she was feisty.

When I did lay my hands on the medallion, I was excited. My very own play toy was about to come to life. I couldn’t pull the doctor patient routine that Norm had done, because Katie knows me. There was no ruse that I could pull on her. I was just a pedophile out to get my kicks.

Running my finger around the medallion in the opposite direction, I watched my kitten grow and change. I wanted to see just when that light went on in her eyes. By the time she was Katie, she had soft paws with no claws, a tail, light fur on her body, and a girl’s face. She gasped as she came aware and put her paws on her chest. I couldn’t believe how hot she looked just like that. But, I kept going until she was all girl.

“Mr. Whelan,” she said. “What’s going on? How’d I get here?” She looked around frantically and grabbed the sheet off the bed behind her. Wrapped in the sheet, she looked at her hands, confused, perhaps wondering if she’d been dreaming about the paws.

I wasn’t interested in answering any questions, so I just grabbed her and shoved her down on the bed. I used a pair of handcuffs to bind her hands behind her back. She was feisty, fighting and kicking as I restrained her. She was also a light little girl and easily held down. “Get off me, let me go,” she yelled.

With her hands behind her, I pulled the sheet away and stood her on her feet. “Oh no,” she said as she stood naked in front of me. She couldn’t use her hands again to cover herself. The look in my eyes must have spoken volumes to her. “Don’t you dare,” she said and laid down across the bed, face first. Her feet were still on the floor, her chest pressed against the mattress.

“Don’t dare what?” I challenged her. She wasn’t in any position to argue. I moved closer. She was every bit as perfect as I’d thought. The brief glimpses I’d had of her so far showed almost no hair on her pussy, just little nipples starting to thrust out, and slender hips. Now I was right behind the most perfect bare ass I’d ever seen in the flesh.

“Don’t touch me,” she shot back.

Which, of course, was exactly what I had planned. I wondered for about two more seconds whether she would feel as good as she looked. Then I ran my hands down her bare back and arms, savoring the feel of her smooth skin.

“Don’t,” she said.

“You can’t stop me,” I countered as my hands ran down to cup her firm little ass. She said nothing as I reached down for her ankles and then ran my hands slowly up her calves and thighs again reaching the goal of her smooth ass.

“Now stand up and turn around,” I told her.

“No, you pervert.”

I slapped her ass soundly with my open hand and she yelped. “Turn around,” I said. She didn’t move so I slapped her again. “Turn around.” She rose up off the bed and turned to face me, tears running down her cheeks.

“You’re perfect,” I said as I had my first long unobstructed view of her from the front. She shivered as I touched her shoulders and then her nipples. They were brown, about the size of a quarter, and stood out like little cones. Around them was the slightest swell of breasts. Between her legs was a fine covering of light brown hair, practically invisible from a distance.

“You’re a pervert,” she said defiantly as I touched her. “And you’re gonna get it.”

“I’m your master now,” I told her. “You do what you’re told and you won’t get hurt. You fight me and I’ll hurt you and then take what I want.”

“What’s with the cat thing?” she asked, her voice less defiant. It must have been scary for her to see her body change as it had.

“I’ll explain that later. Now I have something I’ve been waiting years for.” It wasn’t just her. It was all those little girls that had come before her. It was Judy and so many I’d lost track of their names.

I picked her up and set her on the bed. She watched with tears in her eyes as I stripped and climbed on top of her. There were no words and no more defiance from her. She knew this was inevitable. I ran my tongue and my lips over every inch of that perfect little body, feeling my cock grow as I started and stay hard as I continued. When I couldn’t take it any longer, I put my cock to the entrance of her virgin pussy and took her.

When I was finished, I picked up the medallion and ran my finger around it. The kitten sniffed at the handcuffs and batted them with a paw.

Over the weeks, Katie came to accept her fate. Sometimes I took her when she was still part cat. The ears and the whiskers were hot. Usually I wanted her to be all girl. There was no role playing for me and her like Norm did with his Jeffrey. She just got raped over and over.

I’d had her for about two months when I finished fucking her and didn’t bother to change her right away.

My master rolled away from me, leaving me free for the first time since he’d put the cat curse on me. He always locked the door, so I didn’t even consider trying to make a break for it. Instead, I picked up that medallion that used to turn me back and forth. He’d left it lying on the table next to the bed. It didn’t look so special. I wondered if I could turn myself into a cat.

You have no idea what it feels like to have that happen. I can feel the tail poking out of my butt. My ears feel like they’re moving up and off my head, but then they stop, perched up where they shouldn’t be. Whiskers tickle my nose and my hands and feet get soft and furry. I can almost feel claws ready to flex from my paws and then … Well, then I guess it’s nothing for a while, but it’s not really like that. Next thing I know, I’m coming back out of it and he’s ready to rape me again. He says its been a day or two, but not for me.

So, I ran my finger around the medallion like he does. Nothing. I did it again and still nothing. Maybe I’m doing it wrong. I tried it one more time, pressing firmly against the medallion as I did. Nope, my ears didn’t feel funny. There was no tail. Then I heard, “What the fuck?” My master’s voice sounded funny.

I rolled over and looked at him. Damn, I jumped halfway out of my skin and all the way out of bed when I saw what he looked like. He had great big floppy ears, a long nose, and frightened eyes.

Probably just like I did when he was turning me. He rolled toward me. “Gimme that?” he demanded.

Quick as I could I ran my finger around the medallion a few more times. His nose just kept growing. It was really awful, but I kept doing it. It wasn’t Mr. Whelan anymore. He had a dumb look in his eyes now, long legs with hooves, and a tail. Damn! He was a donkey. The donkey kicked at the bed and fell backwards out of it onto the floor. Lucky for me it was on the other side of the bed, cause this was one wild and scared donkey. He brayed and kicked for a while before he calmed down. Put some big dents in the wall.

After he calmed down, I walked around and patted his nose.

Sweet. “Who’s in charge now, Mr. Whelan?” I said. The donkey just looked at me. Kewl.

I found some clothes, put them on, and led the donkey out. He was a stubborn thing, but I got him up the stairs and out onto the front lawn. All the time I was thinking that maybe I could have my donkey castrated and then turn him back into Mr. Whelan. But in the end, I just left the jackass standing in the front yard and went home.