Months passed by and I slowly adjusted to my life as Freida’s familiar. I struggled with the first few days the most. Walking around on fours and having to relearn everything from scratch was… tough. I didn’t mind the humiliation; it was only Frieda watching me but the weirdness of it all got to me. The last time I walked on fours was as a baby for crying out loud. After those days, it became much easier. I lazed a lot as a cat, receiving pets from Frieda while we told each other stories on her bed. I told her about my life like how I managed to get into college, she told me about how she learned magic. She always had such a bright smile whenever she talked about her past, drawing me in more and more with her life. The usual days were rather relaxing. I would sun bathe under the window while Frieda prepared my breakfast for me. There, Frieda would go to work while I tried to use my phone using the clumsy paws. Apparently, she makes a business from selling hexes, enchanting property and having private clients who want certain people cursed. Always found that last part to be interesting. Like a sort of freelance witch on campus. Sometimes, I messaged my family, letting them know I was well. Other times, I snuck out of the house (not that Frieda minded) and talk to Mike. Strangely I could translate her neighs into actual words, most of which were complaints and teasing me on my love life. Still kinda missed being a college student, just studying or at least doing something with my life. There one day she returned home, exhausted. Sinking into her seat, I jumped onto her lap, “Tiring day?” “Yeah… Been a while since I had this many cases… If only there was someone to help me out,” said Freida with a sigh. “What about me?” “You?” “Yeah, I don’t know…” I clapped my paws awkwardly, “Thought you might want to teach me magic as your familiar. I mean, it's your choi-” She suddenly carried me in the air, her eyes lighting up. With air brushing my fur, I flailed around in her grasp. “You’re right, Alexandra! Should’ve taught you magic a while back!” She spun me around the air, making me dizzy, “Oh sorry, just got a little excited at your suggestion.” And from then, she began teaching me magic. Essentially, magic (known as Pir) was just the act of manipulating strings (also known as Pir lines) into creating desired outputs. Or just basic inputs and outputs. Just a simple bend of one Pir line was enough to reveal one’s eyes to the Pir world. The first time she casted the spell, my body felt lighter while everywhere around me was filled with grids and lines. There within myself, I spotted a red line connecting me and Freida, “Question darling, who do you think is more powerful within a familiar and a witch relationship?” “The witch right?” “Nay,” She paced around me, showing the red line stretching, “Once the patch is formed, both parties are equally strong. There’s pros and cons of course but if either one of us dies, the other will follow suit.” “That’s kinda romantic…” “That’s what you wanted, is it not?” She reached out her palm to me with a soft smile, “Now let’s move on to bending these lines.” For the next few months, that’s what she did. She taught me the magic square and how the number of lines bent affects the type of spell it was. Or the different ways to weave them. Soon after, I got the hang of the spells, weaving them whenever I was bored. From the single liner to the double liners, it was just cool to see spells coming to life. Soon enough, it just clicked for me as I cast a shifting spell on myself. Three lines weaved into a triangle to change forms. But wrap it up with another two sets of triangles and the triangle thickened and came into shape. Was a little scared that it would go wrong but with my paws pulling the strings, my bones began to grow and stretch out. Before I knew it, I had grown back into a human. A woman with cat ears and a tail like a neko girl. Regaining back my humanity, I enjoyed my time in the bath, eating food properly or just typing on my phone. Missed my thumbs so much… Once Frieda came back however, I dashed and revealed myself, hoping for her to praise me. Only for Freida scolded me immensely for attempting this without her supervision, explaining how lucky I was to do so without dying. In her words, I was “lucky” that I wasn’t a “pile of rotting flesh” after casting it. But at least for me, I returned back to school. Under her patronage, she enrolled me back to college, seeing how bored I was. So began my second life as an undergrad as a girl with cat ears and tail (had to hide that everyday of course). I still turned back into a cat every so often, especially when I wanted attention from her (essentially everyday). And ever so often, we had those dates around town. Watching movies or those cafe dates and all that jazz. Finally, after learning magic under her for months, she sent me out for a job. On our anniversary no less. “Alright Alexandra, excited for your first curse?” “Still a little nervous.” “Ah, it will be fine,” She snapped her fingers, “I’ll be with you, hun.” I cuddled against her warmer body. Was never good at dealing with expectations. They once drowned me before and I couldn’t let her down, could I now? The letter (Freida refused to use emails for these things but still received electronic payments) essentially wanted to turn a group of jocks into mares with one of them turning into the headless horse man. She crackled a little, “Oh my, this isn’t one of the nice ones.” Nice ones?” “Yes,” She leaned against her seat, “For example enchanting items to be stronger or changing someone to their new gender. The nice stuff.” I raised my eyebrow, “And why’s that a problem?” “Cause hun,” She gave a little kiss on my forehead, “You’re too nice. Remember how we met the first time?” “Ok, but that's because it's you,” My face flushed red. “And that time, you brought cupcakes for everyone on your professor’s birthday… Do I need to list more?” “You aren’t wrong… but I can do this, alright?” Freida chuckled, “Whatever you say dear,” Lines were tugged with mist forming around us. A teleportation spell, sending us near to our victims. She did promise to bag them up for this first job, leaving me to be the spell caster. While she unwound her lines and caught her breath, I noted four people. All of whom were like Mike. Strong jocks that could easily knock me down with one punch. I racked my head for ideas. I’ll show her that I wasn’t all nice. The four of them soon fell unconscious with her spell. 3 lines this time. Each of them pulled in rapid succession causing her to pant from exhaustion. She sat down, brushing against my fur, “Blazes… been a while since I did that…” “You alright, Frie?” “Just tired, that's all,” She continued to catch her breath, “That’s why you’re here to cast.” I nuzzled against her hand, “Rightttt, promise I won’t let you down.” “We’ll see about that,” the witch winked back. ________________ “Gah… The hell?” I opened my eyes, now bright lights staring down at me. My friends were all still sleeping within their wooden seats and a table between us. A sharp machete dead set in the middle. Could have sworn we were about to go to a bar for Halloween… How did we get here? I tried to get up, before noticing that my legs were chained to my seats, like I was rooted there. The hell was this? A black cat suddenly jumped onto the table. Its eyes glowed red, brushing its tail across my other friends, waking them up, “Hello there. Would you like to play a game?” A soft feminine voice purred out. “Let us out of here now!” Jack shouted, threatening to grab the cat. It jumped off onto the floor. Her eyes were still glowing within the dark,“This shit isn’t funny!” “Now, now. Apparently, you four have pissed a very angry Mr Smith,” Fuck. Did that loser really snitch on us? What the hell was this cat going to do to us? “Isn’t that right, Mason?” Before I could reply, Victor shifted his glasses up, “So what? You know this shit is illegal right? We’re all going to sue the fuck out of you once we’re out.” The cat giggled, “I’m not that mean, alright? I’m actually your friend, working against the witch to get you out of here. See that machete on the table?” “What about it?” Sean chimed in, still a little blurry on the situation. With her little stomp on the ground, a small piece of paper spawned in front of us along with a pen, “See, we were planning to kill everyone here but luckily for you guys, there’s me. We’ll just show… just one decapitated head as proof of completion." Sweat dripped from my neck. Kill people? Just because of that nerd? That machete was looking mighty sharp there and I definitely didn’t want to die from that… “Please… couldn’t we pay you to not do this?” Victor begged, “That fucker probably didn’t pa-” “Oh c’mon, broke college kids paying u-” Victor flashed his phone out, showing his bank balance. A measly grand in there, “Fine just send it to this account and I’ll add an extra rule.” Like a prisoner, he followed suit to his warden’s demands. We glanced at each other, all thinking the same thing. Was it over? Were we done? “Originally, I was going to have you guys vote on who to sacrifice using that paper. But… with that extra cash… I supposed I could bend a few rules here and there. You have the option of writing down ‘Nobody’ and if everyone here writes that, everyone would be spared. The other option is if there’s a tie of votes but that won’t happen right?” Sean snapped his fingers, “That’s easy then! Everyone just write ‘Nobody’ a-” His voice suddenly dialed out alongside the world around me. Aside from the pen and paper, pitch darkness surrounded my body. “You all are friends, right?” The cat’s voice echoed, “Then this should be an easy one for you. Just take the next minute to fill up your vote.” Nerves were creeping up on me. Relax, Mason. Relax… All I had to do was write down ‘Nobody’ as simple as that… But… fuck… what if someone else had written down my name? I knew these guys since freshman year and we aren’t exactly the closest but… fuck… I scratched my hair. Fucking hell. All because of that loser. He was in our damn way, telling us to ‘get our shit together’. Fucking mind your own business next time! My gut churned. Right. Back to the votes. A vote could keep me safe. If everyone voted then I’ll survive at least. And I had no reason to be voted out so… yeah that should be the play. The air tightened around my neck. But what if I voted for the wrong person? I didn’t want them to die! I just needed to vote correctly. Just one vote from each of us… wait… A tie meant that someone wanted to kill me. Why was I scared of voting to kill someone? They deserved it! “Fifteen seconds left.” I let out baited breaths before jotting down a name. Oh please. Let this go through… Before I knew it, Victor was all I wrote on the paper. Light soon flooded my eyes with the others letting out sighs of relief. “Now just reveal the paper one by one, starting with you,” The cat pointed at Sean. He raised his hand, with torn paper “Oh I just ripped it.” Wait. You could do that? I blinked at him, confused. Jack was next to show. He proudly opened the empty paper, “Obviously, I wrote no one.” “Same here,” Victor said, making my stomach fall, “You’re the same, right? Mason?” Before I could say anything, that stupid cat swiped it away. Placing it under the light to see, she opened it up, “Dear old Mason here wants you to die, Victor.” “Hu-” The machete suddenly came swinging down on Victor’s neck, cutting it cleanly. Shouts from the others were tuned out as I saw Victor’s head laying on the table. Did I ju…just kill him? But that couldn’t be. Someone was supposed to vote. The chains loosened and shoved us onto the floor. I caught myself on fours before noticing my fingers hardening up. What the fuck was happening to me now? Victor’s body elongated out and broke the chains. Black flames glowed within him. How was he moving? My jaw loosened before being stretched out, accompanied by her crackling. And I wasn’t alone in this. The others grunted and snorted out, still glaring down at me. This wasn’t supposed to happen… I leaned forward. My spine stretched even further out before an itchy sensation flooded my skin. As I blinked around, brown fur sprouted from my arms. Fur? A force pushed down against my skull, moulding into something distinctively not human. Pupils separated out with my nose shoved to the front, just above my new mouth. The others had tails growing out of their larger asses, ballooning up; ripping parts of their pants. Fingers and toes merging into hard hooves against the ground while their dicks shriveled up, before producing a sweet scent. One that made me intoxicated. The scariest part was Victor’s body. It moved mechanically, growing similar features yet more muscles bulged forward. A set of extra limbs shot through his stomach which was pushed down, to make way for an extra pair of hooves. Longer. Thicker. Muscular. Victor’s dick bulged forward, stretching bigger now, bursting through his pants. Yet… it was terrifying to see his body move so mechanically and rigid. Like a corpse being forced to move, the flames strung him along. His lower back became covered in fur with a tail to accompany it. Mine soon kept after. My clothes ripped off as my arms beside me strengthened. Suddenly, I could feel it. My own rod, struggling to keep it together. With my belly growing out wider, I let out embarrassing neighs. Fucking hell… my whole body was uncomfortable to me, as if I had been putting on those old undersized sweaters that were tightly attached onto my skin. And that’s when I noticed Victor’s head moving. Still talking to that cat. Didn’t even realize it but I couldn’t hear anything at all. A pair of ears shot beside me, now adding sound to my world once again. “...plans for later today?” The cat purred, “You have three beautiful mares to follow you.” Mares? I glanced down at my cock. Shit, it was shrinking right before my eyes. Victor’s head turned to face me - now he was completely engulfed in flames, “Supposed revenge is needed, right?” “Victor, please. I swear it was a misund-neigh neigh neighhh,” I stopped myself mid sentence, now realizing how elongated my throat was. Higher pitched voice with countless brays… Fuck sake, did this bitch just lie to all of us? His body started to move to me while the other two mares dodged to the side, laughing - one of them golden while the other grey. My eyes widened seeing how big his cock was, now a fully hung horse one. What was he going to do now? “How was it, Freida?” A witch emerged from the shadow while the cat purred against her shirt, “Did I do good?” His scent now infiltrated my mind, making me light headed for some damn reason. As a tail appeared from my tailbone, it lifted up with ease, akin to inviting his body to fuck me. Oh shit, I had to get out of here. “Oh fuck you Mason,” His voice echoed from beneath me out of no where. Startled, I leaned forward before his centaur body mounted onto me. My neighs echoed through the room, “You’re going to be my breeding mare for a very long time.” The first thrust came in like a bolt. Shocking my entire body with the dopamine spike by the end. Why did it have to feel this fucking good? My legs stomped against the ground. “Of course, you did babe,” My eyes glanced to them both with the witch raising the cat up, “Didn’t think you’ll torture them like that.” I mustered my strength to sound out a ‘help me’, feeling my new breasts swelling up around my crotch. My face went entirely red with the second thrust, cementing my place. In a blink of an eye, they disappeared, leaving me stuck. Milk dripped from my teats with another shove now deeper into my body. Soaking wet now, I made the connection that I had grown a cunt. A very needy cunt. Urges demanded attention where my mind tried to focus on my cock. But just like the rest, it was also gone. Each thrust only made me drown within the pressure, feeling his big cock deeper and deeper into me. His black flames only warmed my furry body, spreading and marking me as part of his herd. I resisted and tried my hardest to get out but this damn fucking body wouldn’t listen to me. It didn’t take long for him to ejaculate within me, releasing a gush of cum all inside my cunt. I shouted - equal parts in disgust and pleasure. With a firm kick, he shoved me out, “Round two will come soon, Macy.” “Neigh! Neigh Neigh!” Damn, my fucking voice! Just as I said that, the world spun and teleported us to some farmland. A barn of some sorts, completely empty with patches of grass on the ground. “Alright ladies, who want a piece of me!” The other two raced towards him, leaving me on the ground in the dust. I glanced at my new feral body. A disgusting mare that just been fucked by some undead horseman… In this new prison, I could only shed a tear before replaying the pleasure within my mind. Aside from this powerlessness and despair, revenge burnt brighter in my soul. Mark my words. The second I turned back into a human, those three would feel my wrath and I’ll fucking torture them no matter the cost.