(Caitlyn to M Cat)
(Vi to F Cat)
“Suspect on the move. Lower Piltover, corner of Progress and Independence.” Caitlyn tucked her rifle under her arms as she ran, her light footsteps tapping a staccato beat on her city’s roofs. Her eyes never once wavered from her target’s diminutive form.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this; it was supposed to be just a simple arrest. She should have known better. Since her partner Vi had been assigned to her, things never had gone anywhere close to simple. “Clear shot in fifty, lining it up now. She’s coming on a straightaway,” Caitlyn said, dropping into a low crouch. Her rifle snapped to her shoulder, its wooden frame cool against her bare skin.
Calm. Professional. Breathe in. Breathe out. Caitlyn looked through the weapon’s lenses. Her aim didn’t waver for an instant. The shot would be a clean one, a net set to snare the city’s second biggest source of unrest.
“I got her!” The city’s biggest source of unrest vaulted over Caitlyn’s shoulder, steam-powered gauntlets driving the sheriff down to her hands and knees. Vi looked down to her partner with a mad cackle before using her as a springboard. “Lulu the Yordle, meet the hard fist of the law!”
Caitlyn cursed in a rather undignified fashion, adjusting her top hat and vaulting after her partner. No sense taking the shot now: she was just as likely to hit Vi as she was Lulu. The net-shell ejected into her palm, and she clicked in a few rounds of traditional ammunition. “Vi! Remember SOP!”
“Strangle Or Punch, got it!” Vi beamed triumphantly, holding her quarry in one of her oversized hands. The Yordle’s face was turning blue—well, more blue—and her little legs kicked at the air. “I’m gonna go with strangle today, last person I punched out filed an ‘excessive force’ complaint.”
“You knocked five of that gentleman’s teeth out,” Caitlyn huffed. Inwardly, she fumed. As if it wasn’t bad enough that Vi had to subvert her every order, the woman also had to be damnably effective doing it too. One of these days, that would get them both killed.
“I was holding back. Kinda like how I’m holding back now. Ain’t that right, Yordie?” Vi eased some of the pressure on Lulu’s throat and her fists hissed with pneumatic release.
Caitlyn’s eyes widened. Time seemed to move in slow motion, her hand lifting towards her partner, a half-formed warning on her lips. She couldn’t raise her rifle in time, couldn’t reach the two, and certainly couldn’t convey just how dangerous it was to let a magician speak in the scant seconds she had.
“Transmogulate!” Lulu called out, the high pitch of her voice cracking slightly due to her rough treatment. Still, bruised throat or no, the spell was cast.
The women both fell to the ground, writhing in sensation as short, silky hairs burst from their skin. Their eyes lightened to glimmering gold, ears grew triangular and tufted, and teeth sharpened into small fangs within their jaws.
“Phew, close one,” Lulu said in a sing-song voice, looking down to the pink-haired woman who’d just been choking her moments ago. “What’s the matter, big person? Outta cute things to say?”
Vi snarled up to the Yordle, her nose crinkling even as it lightened to a bright pink. Whiskers slipped from her cheeks, and she pawed at the pinkish white hairs between her breasts. The motion was made clumsier by way of the fact that her gauntlets didn’t feel like they fit right anymore. They were too big around her hands, which cramped and ached more and more with every passing second.
“Eeeoowrr’ll give you a reason to shut eowp!” Vi hissed, her threat undercut by the delicate mewling that slipped from her vocal cords. Her arms got heavier and heavier at her sides, and they fell with mirrored clanks to the ground.
“Hm. Not nearly as scary when you’re fluffifying into a kitty,” Lulu pouted, skipping over her form towards Caitlyn instead. “And you… You have to be the one who sicc’ed her on me, huh?”
Caitlyn didn’t reply, too busy struggling with the strange sensation between her legs. She had fallen onto her hands and knees for the first time in as many minutes, and was rocking back and forth as though she was humping at the air. The reason was apparent to even the most casual observer: there was a bulge lifting her pleated skirt.
A warm, almost electric tingling passed through her nerves. Her long dark hairs swayed with every motion of her body, and she instinctively let loose a low, rattling purr. “Srrrroo… Howrrrrtt…” The sheriff struggled to retain an ounce of dignity in her compromised position, and failed miserably.
“Oops. Well, don’t blame me too much.” Lulu shrugged, lifting one of her small hands to her oversized cap. Then she blinked, a small smirk twisting her features as she reached towards Caitlyn’s hat instead, flicking it from the changing woman’s head. “Bet you’re tasting lotsa red right now, but soon that’s all gonna be nothing but pink.”
Pink… Caitlyn knew that the Yordle wasn’t making sense, but for some reason that word in particular resonated within the changing woman’s body. She growled lowly, arching a back that was far more flexible than it had been moments ago. Each vertebrae popped with a pleasurably mind-warming sensation, in turn causing more and more bliss to build in a bud at the base of her spine.
Drool flecked at her thinning lips, and she trailed a sandpaper-like tongue along her sharp fangs. She needed more pleasure like this, needed more! Her backside lifted towards the air, wriggling from side to side. Slowly, a tail worked its way from her backside, and that strange stiffness in her crotch grew more and more intense.
“Aw, what happened to that dignity-stuff? You look like you’re as rough-and-tumble a tommy-kitty as there ever was.”
“Hrrfff… Eeeowr…” Caitlyn’s chest hiked raggedly, her slitted eyes wide. A… Tommy-kitty? Like… A tomcat? She groaned aloud, finally recognizing the bulge and the sensations for what they were. She was a he, and he was insatiably horny.
“Rrreeeeeowr!” A yowling from Caitlyn’s right reminded min that he wasn’t alone in this. He looked to find a delicate, sleek, cute female howling with her own need. It took him a few seconds to realize it was Vi, especially with how pretty she was.
Something of his surface thoughts must have been readable to Lulu, because the Yordle smirked. “Aww, and look at the mommy-to-be! Remember how tough-and-tumble you were? Now the only tumbling you’ll be doing is in bedsheets.”
Something about being mocked by a Yordle was so much worse than being mocked by a human. Vi’s shrinking body flailed within the oversized blankets that were once her clothing, but not once did her baleful glare slip from Lulu’s miniature body.
Vi hated this, she hated everything about how helpless and cute and soft she felt. She looked to her hands, once so powerful and now little more than small padded puffballs, complete with babyish nubs for fingers. Even her little claws weren’t intimidating—not that her pink-furred form could be anything close to her desired levels of menace.
“Frrreowth yew!” Her voice rose in pitch to a pathetic squeak, just in time to squeak even louder as her spine shot out into a tail. The furry appendage flicked from side to side with a laziness that Vi would consider spiteful, were she to assume the thing have a mind of its own.
“Strong language, from such a naughty, naughty kitty.” Lulu purred. She looked teasingly to the tomcat, delighting in the sight of Caitlyn’s eyes fogging over. “What do you think? Do you really want a mate who meows like that?”
Again, a single word lodged in Caitlyn’s head. Mate. He growled, slinking to his hips and shaking out his midnight fur. His face cracked out into a blunt muzzle, the better to purr and yowl with. His hips trembled with every step he took, crawling out from an elegant outfit and into his new life.
Vi could see it coming, but her treacherous body actually wanted this. Her every nerve was aching for Caitlyn’s strong body, and she quaked as her hourglass of a figure flared into a more accommodating feline form. She wasn’t exactly plump, but there was certainly a softness to her features where once there’d been only a rough tomboyishness.
Caitlyn clambered atop Vi as though he was in a trance. He couldn’t believe that he was about to contemplate doing this, let alone breed with a pink-and-white furred cat. The fact that said cat used to be Vi was little more than an afterthought in his mangled thoughts, and he pressed his manhood against her delicate vagina.
Then, with a push of his hips, he entered her. Calm. It’s just sex. Breathe in breed. Breed out breed her. Breed breed mate fuck- His every rational thought crumbled, and he raked her with the sharp spines of his prick. Every thrust was pillowy pleasure, and each move of his hips eroded more of his dwindling mind.
“Meeeowrrr!” He groaned, just for the sake of it. He didn’t know what to say, but he had to let out some vocalization of his pleasure. His belly pressed against her soft fur, and he sank his teeth into the soft scruff of her neck to claim her as his own.
Vi was also at a loss for words, though rather than this coming from any sense of pleasure, it came from stunned silence. She couldn’t believe that she was getting screwed by a cat, much less one who used to be Caitlyn, of all people.
“Not so tough now, are ya?” Lulu hummed, clearly enjoying the spectacle. She leaned in, and pressed a hand down against Vi’s short-furred head.
Immediately, numb pressure flooded the space between Vi’s ears, and her jaw hung slack. She couldn’t think couldn’t move couldn’t breathe. Her every inhale and exhale was simply made in response to her former partner’s insistent thrusting, each hump driving air from her lungs, only to be gasped back in.
“Eeeowwwrr…” The sound escaped her throat, but there was no logic behind it. It was less an attempt to communicate, and more noise made because the silence of her brain was too terrifying to contemplate.
Then Lulu lifted her hand, and awareness returned to Vi like a flood—and with it, came terror. She’d never been so powerless in her life. The changed lawbringer would give anything to avoid feeling like that again. Her life, her partner’s life—anything.
And Lulu knew it. “Sorry for teasing! Guess you can call that a little taste of the rest of your life!” She chirped, her purple ears twitching with undisguised mirth. “You know what I like the most about all this? Your pal over there’s got such dark fur, that when he’s humping you it’s like you’re being swallowed in shadow. Just like how your brain’s gonna be all gobbled up, right? Isn’t that the coolest?”
Caitlyn heard what Lulu was saying, but he was far beyond caring about the meaning of her words. Every hump was bought with more and more of his human mind—and he honestly didn’t know how much he regretted it.
He wasn’t the only one paying, either. Below him, his pink-furred mate squirmed and writhed, struggling to remain in control despite the incredible feeling of being dominated.
That alone was terrifying to her. Vi was never a bottom, and yet now she could think of no better place than beneath her strong, dark-furred mate. She would cry if her feline body was capable of such. “Ceeeowrtlreowr! Steeoowwr!”
She was begging. Vi, the strongest woman on the force, whose fiery temper was known across the city… Was begging. Worse, she sounded just like a housecat in heat, and her strangled attempts at speech only spurred Caitlyn on further.
“Aww, silly kitty! Sprinkles isn’t gonna stop his humping until he’s all,” Lulu stretched out the word, reaching out a finger and tapping the dark cat’s nose, “gone.”
The tomcat reared back against the Yordle’s touch, and the motion unintentionally drove him deeper into his fuckpet. That’s all the female below him was: a horny toy for him to hump and hump until he was too sore to move.
All trace of dignity and reserve was gone, every last trace of Caitlyn erased. He was Sprinkles, an impulsive, wild, and maddeningly horny tom. He pressed his chest hard against his mate’s back, forcing her to the ground beneath him and sinking his teeth into the scruff of her neck.
Vi mewled miserably. She could tell from how ‘Sprinkles’ was acting that he was little more than an animal. “Kuh… Khh… Eowwr…” She half-coughed, unable to catch her breath. Darkness was swirling around her brain again, but this time it wasn’t a shadow. It was like stormclouds, casting a shadow yet crackling with raw energy.
“And guess what, Tulip? You’re next.”
Tulip. Vi had been standing at the edge of a mental precipice, and her new name was like a sharp shove to her back. Tulip. Tulip. The name was delicate, like her. She was just a mewling pet, spoiled and pampered. Some cats were independent, but not her. She needed her mate, existed for him.
“RrrreeEEOWR!” Tulip wailed, eyes glazing, finally rocking back against Sprinkles. She bucked and rolled her hips wildly, desperate to please her mate and to prove she was worth his love. She needed him to cum inside her, to give her life meaning.
And, much to her delight, he did. Sprinkles hilted himself in her with a hiss, his tail flicking behind himself, slapping against hers. And with that, his barbed penis twitched, thick cum squirting into Tulip’s womb.
She screamed. It was a loud, throat-raking noise that served as a confession to the entire world. Tulip was a helpless pink kitty, and she loved it.
“Oops. So much for that,” Lulu crooned, snickering as the two cats practically melted before her. They were spent puddles of pink and black, soft-furred bellies rising and falling as they struggled to catch their breath. “Think I’ll keep you around, actually! I mean, besides how cute your kittens are gonna be, I think you’ll be great pets… And better trophies.”
The two cats didn’t understand what their new owner was saying. They wouldn’t have cared even if they could. The only things that mattered to them were sleeping, eating, and fucking.