Contains girl to cat tf

Danielle Owens was a witch – a reckless, carefree, powerful witch, sure, but far from the only one. Even discounting her older sister Roxanne there were plenty of magic users around, if you knew where to look. Sometimes, Danielle has a nasty habit of forgetting that.

Tossing her messy brown hair over her shoulder, Dani walked purposefully down the sidewalk. Her friends would call this one of her cursing tantrums, but not because she had the mouth of a sailor. Rather, it was because when she was in one of these grumpy moods, she had a tendency to curse whomever crossed her path with magic. Sometimes it was mundane, such as the time she turned someone’s clothing into jelly. Other times, it was a little more malicious, like the time she turned a girl into an ice cream cone just to let her melt. Normally, her friends calmed her down after a spell or two, but sometimes she was alone.

The trigger for this particular tantrum was of a magical sort. She’d had a spat with her sister Roxanne on the subject of familiars. To Danielle, familiars were practically storybook witchcraft, and she dreamt of the day she’d form some sort of eldritch contract with a creature that would bolster her power and help her with her chores. Roxanne just had to crush her dreams though, calling familiars a relic of the past and ‘expensive’ – ugh! Couldn’t she just let her have this? She glared daggers at a woman chatting too loudly on her phone, silently weaving a spell that left her a squiggly little worm on the sidewalk.

Alexis exited her family’s store, bidding a fond farewell to her mum behind the counter. She was an average height with a little bit of weight to give her a pleasant softness to her features without etching into unhealthy territory, and dark brown hair that fell in spiraling curls around her face and in front of her shoulders. She had a myriad of little freckles and her tanned skin tone paired with her brown eyes beautifully. She dressed modestly, with simple black pants with a light colored blouse and a beanie. Earrings depicting the moon dangled from her ears and her purse was adorned with black cats. She was a witch, and a talented one at that. Her mother ran a oddities and curiosities shop that was a touristy knickknack place to some, but an important destination for supplies for those magically inclined. She used magic every day, but very rarely directed at other people, unless they deserved it. So, when she bumped into Danielle Owens in the midst of a magical tirade, she found herself faced with a question.

Time felt slow to pass as Danielle crackled with magical energy, no doubt weaving a powerful curse from the way her fingers and lips moved. Alexis knew she’d done nothing to warrant such a curse, and though she knew not who this was or why they were doing this, she had little recourse but to respond. Her expertise in defensive magic came in handy in situations like this, protecting herself with a ward would be easy enough, but what then? Would she continuously have the reaction time to defend if this witch continued the assault? And even if she was left alone, would this witch go on to curse however many more poor bystanders until she was satisfied? Alright, it was fair to say that Alexis was faced with many questions – but they all boiled down to one answer. She cast a reflective ward on herself in the moments before Danielle unleashed her magic on her. She felt a warm ambient glow as the magic harmlessly enveloped her protective spell, then watched Dani’s face shift from surprise to horror as the magic began to coalesce again and fire straight back at her.

Danielle was blasted with her own spell, and immediately felt the unfamiliar and unsettling sensation of her own magic coursing through her out of her control. The strength of her spell sent her crumbling to her hands and knees, and she panted there, trying to regain her breath. There was a slight stillness – a calm, where she did not feel the magic anymore, and thought that maybe she’d somehow nullified it reflexively. She pushed herself to stand and leveled a glare at the apparent witch before her.

“What the hell did you d-augh!” she hadn’t even managed her first sentence before her hands jolted with intense pain. Once again that invasive warmth of her own magic coursed through her in sync with her pounding heart, though this time it was concentrated in her hands. Her fingers clenched involuntarily and locked up like a bad cramp. Unfortunately, it did not stop there, of course it didn’t. She knew what would happen because she cast the spell, but she did not want to believe it. Her fingers began to fatten and shrink into pudgy nubs as sprouts of black fur began to sprout forth from the back of her hand, causing them to itch something awful. Her thumb shifted downwards, and her nails began to grow as her nail beds changed to accommodate the retractable claws of a housecat.

Alexis was rarely one to take pleasure in cursing someone else with an inhuman form, but she could never deny the fascination with the process. Magic was something wonderous to behold, after all, even when used nefariously. She watched with almost as rapt attention as Danielle herself, noting the changes that this witch had meant to inflict on her. Her hands looked more like paws now – completely overrun by black fur, save for the squishy pink pads that started to poke out. There was something ironic in her hands being the first to go, as if the spell itself knew it was designed for a witch. Casting without fingers was possible, sure, but it didn’t seem like this witch had the time to set that up. Alexis’ attention was recaptured by a yelp emitting from the witch, her hands – or paws rather, shot to her behind.

Dani could feel a tingling in the base of her spine, causing her to yelp and move her paws to investigate, as if she couldn’t guess at what was about to happen, “No no no…” she whined as a little bony nub inched its way out of her backside, pushing against the denim prison of her pants. As humiliating as it was, the discomfort was too much, and she fumbled with her pants to wiggled them down enough for the growth to continue unimpeded. The relief was washed out by the stare of Alexis and the knowledge of what was now steadily growing out of her. She was filled with a myriad of feelings – bombarded really. She was humiliated and angry, but also tingly and warm… A rumble escaped her throat, and it took a few dreadful seconds for it to dawn on her that she was purring! Her face flushed a bright red with shame.

Alexis had a bit of red on her face as well, when Danielle started pulling her pants down to free the rapidly growing tail. She watched the black fur start creeping up the length as it swished behind the witch. Even more striking though, was that there was an audible purr coming from the changing girl – was this process pleasurable? Would she have experienced similar feelings had the spell hit her instead? Her attention snapped to the top of the brunette’s head when she saw two little points start to peek out above her hair. She couldn’t help but stare at the distinctly feline ears grew to full size. It appeared as though Danielle noticed her staring, because her eyes frantically darted upward and her paws felt around her new ears.

The sensation of her paws touching her new ears sent a shudder through her whole body. These things were so sensitive! She looked pleadingly at Alexis, “Prrrrrrease help merrrroow!” she cried. She wobbled unsteadily towards Alexis, hoping she’d take pity on her despite her trying to curse her with this transformation. She knew her bipedal life was about to come to an end and was willing to throw away her pride for a savior. Such hope came tumbling down as she tripped. She let out a yelp and stuck her paws out to catch herself even as she realized such an action would doom her. As if waiting for this moment, her legs began to change. The popping and cracking of her bones as they adjusted themselves for life on all fours was excruciating. She put her head down on the sidewalk and tensed for the waves of pain, giving her a rather… compromising position with her now hind legs lifting her freshly furred behind

in the air.

Alexis walked around the transforming woman to observe her legs shrink and fold to resemble the hind legs of an animal. Her pants and shoes appeared to loosen rapidly, indicating her steady shrinking now. She knew it was wrong to derive such interest in someone else’s suffering, but she simply could not look away. The way Dani wiggled her butt in the air almost invited her attention, even if it was the instinctive need to escape her itchy clothing. Fur overtook Danielle’s legs and joined the rest of her appendages’ efforts to hit her torso with fur from every angle. Alexis pondered to herself that she could probably reverse this spell, and that she probably should but… Something compelled her to ride this one out. Some deep-seated desire in her core was being satiated like a starved prisoner watching this witch shrink before her.

“No! Prrrrowww! Help meeeow! Mrrow?” her pleas were interrupting by a numbing in her

mouth that confused Danielle. Her whole body itched as fur grew in, and she was keenly aware her body was shrinking out of her clothes, but this sensation was new. She sneezed as sensitive whiskers pushed their way out of her face, which appeared to be a bit swollen in her peripheral vision. In reality, her face was pushing forward into a cat’s muzzle, and which each sneeze, it grew out more. The last sneeze punctuated her muzzle with a cute dark nose that matched the color of the fur encroaching upon her face. Suddenly, her head began to ache as the shrinking affected her skull. Normally, this would be the end of her higher form of thought, and her cheek fur dampened with tears at that inevitable end, but then she felt warm hands deftly wrap something around her neck and fasten it. She looked back up at the now enormous Alexis, eyes wide with confusion and a twinge of hope. She smiled back at the cat.

“Dani! Can you fetch me the dried sage?” Alexis called to her companion. With a hearty meow and the rhythmic thumps of her little feet jumping up into the cabinets and back down, a small black cat retrieved the desired ingredient and received some much coveted ear scratches in return.

It’d been a few months now since her curse had been reversed on her, and she had been furious and indignant at first, but she came to enjoy Alexis’ company. Not to mention her gratitude for the fellow witch sparing her mind. Her magical collar jingled as she rubbed against her master’s hand. In the moments before her transformation reduced her mental abilities to the level of a common stray, she’d attached the collar around her neck, allowing her to keep her mind, and access her magic, albeit in a limited capacity. The generosity of the act took her some time to realize, and she realized that it wasn’t so bad – and in a way, she did have the witch and familiar partnership she’d wanted so badly, so she was fine with it.

Alexis smiled to herself as she pet her familiar. Maybe she should’ve changed her back, or

maybe she shouldn’t have used the collar to alter the former witch’s mind to be loyal to her, but they were happy together so what was the real harm? As if to reaffirm her decision, Danielle began to purr loudly. Besides, she’d always wanted her own familiar…