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He hadn't wanted to come here. The music pounded against his ears until they felt fit to burst; the drinks were bitter crap, and the pizza that was supposed to come was nowhere in sight. If he hadn't been so afraid of upsetting Matt by not popping up the party he was hosting, David wouldn't have come at all.

"Hey, hey! Earth to Dave!" He snapped back to himself and the conversation he was having, Matt and Amanda looking at him like he had two heads. "Utterly smashed, bro?" Matt enquired. He silently rued the day bro had become a constant in his friend's vocabulary.

He shrugged. "M'fine; think I might pop out for some fresh air," he said. He had been thinking about a break for an hour, and surely now would be long enough to not upset him. Maybe he might even enjoy the party once he got back to it.

The house was packed; David did not know how Matt would not get in deep shit once morning came, with Hallowe'en decorations festooning his rented condo, costumed partygoers glugging down the alcohol like it would be illegal tomorrow. He adjusted the cat ears on his head, wincing at how they cut into his scalp. When he picked them up at the shop, he hadn't thought to try them on first.

Crisp wind soothed his frayed nerves the moment he got out the door, the soft twinkle of orange lights (and the odd delighted cry of a trick-or-treating child) a balm to his somewhat drunken brain.

For a while he padded down the street, inhaling sharp air. Eventually, when his brain felt soothed, he turned to go pack to the party. "Heya."

He turned, not recognising the voice. The woman before him was about his age, a tad shorter, no costume on unless one counted her t-shirt with a pumpkin as a costume. "Hey," he said, uncertain.

"I just wanted to say your costume is super cool! I love cats." Her face split into a wide smile. One that was too wide, and somehow didn't meet her pale eyes. Her fingers played with a tangle of brown hair, teasing out a crusty substance. It crumbled into brownish red flakes. Surely it's makeup, the rational part of his brain said. It didn't matter to the primal part of his brain; his gut churned, and a shudder went up his spine.

"Cats are pretty great," he said, planning his way out. "I'd love one when I move somewhere that allows pets." Run, you idiot! Something is wrong here!

She stopped playing with the substance in her hair, rummaging into her pockets to bring out a shiny wrapped up thing. "I was handing out sweets; here's the last one! I'm sure you'll like it!" She did not leave, eyes boring into him. Feeling like he had no choice, he pried the contents open.

It was a cat shaped sweet, almost pure black, a bit sticky. His tongue went dry; it had the faintest tinge of red, which he didn't like in the slightest. "Looks tasty," he said.

"I made them myself!"

Oh. That could explain the stain in her hair; the last time he'd tried making toffee, he'd somehow got it into his curly hair despite it being short. Sincerely hoping he was right, and he wasn't eating the congealed blood of a serial killer's victim, he chomped on it. The taste was pleasant, though he couldn't nail whether it was chocolate or strawberry flavoured, and it left a gritty aftertaste. His tongue stayed rough, no matter how much he tried to lick the residue off.

"That was very nice..." She was gone. Relieved yet still curious, Dave turned back and returned to the party.

"And then, like, you won't believe this."

Fatima's next words got blotted out by the surrounding crowd, some guy they didn't know and possibly wasn't supposed to be there finally pulling a bruised-looking apple out of the bucket. "WHO'S NEXT?" Matt screamed at the top of his lungs with an unhinged grin on his face, swaying with his flask of whiskey at his side. His eyes fixed on Fatima, who froze like a deer caught in headlights.

Dave stepped in front of her. "Me!" he cried, trying his best to feign enthusiasm.

"ATTA-BOY!"

He nearly ended up smashed into the apple bucket by Matt's 'back pat', ears burning from the delighted cheers and yells of the party. The bass of the music thrummed in the deepest core of his body. His spine ached.

He crouched before the bucket, watching the apples bob. Then, wincing, he aimed for the icy water.

Drunkenness made him go headfirst into it, head dipping underneath the apples. Water filled his nostrils, the pressure in his back getting stronger and stronger- it released in a pleasant light feeling, once which gave him the leverage to lift his face out of the water.

He rose to clapping. "COOL!" Matt yelled, hands grabbing around his ass.

David froze, looking at the thing attached to him, feeling like it was part of him, but couldn't be. The glossy black-furred tail slid out of his friend's grasp and waved around. "How did you do that?" Someone asked. Phones whipped out, lights flashing in his face.

"This isn't meant to be happening," he said, voice trembling. All it did was encourage more cries of how cool he was. "I don't know what-"

His torso cramped, the skin twisting and writhing about. He pulled up his shirt to reveal glossy black fur. "DUDE!"

The music stung his tingling, itching ears. Suddenly he knew what he had to do; he had to get away from here. Everyone was too drunk to help.

He ran, jeans loose around his waist, cat ears pushed off by real cat ears that twitched in unnerving ways and heard far better than he would've liked. At one point, he had to kick his shoes away, toes clearly malformed.

That woman, he knew, as he stood in the dark doorway of a house and stared at his tail with fingers that thickened and shortened into useless nubs by the second. The tail slipped out of their grasp, too slick for his stiff digits to hold, cushy pads blooming from his palms and former fingertips.

Licking his lip with a rough tongue, he continued with his jeans falling down and his t-shirt struggling to stay around his thin shoulders. Unfortunately, it was late. Most people were asleep, their kids off to bed and the firework shows all wound up.

Except. In the distance he beheld light, the high-pitched voices of children and the ghastly shriek of some toy or another, the greatest thing he had heard in his life. Noticing a distant streak of light, he gave chase as best as he could.

It didn't work; his claws lost their grip on his jeans, making him trip over their sheer length. He slammed to the ground, coming away with nothing on his rear end; his tail had lashed his boxers to pieces.

I can't approach children like this! I'll be arrested! He pried for his jeans, paws batting hopelessly at the garment. His lip curled, protruding more than it had a moment ago. He looked down at his slick black legs with their weird bends that made their position wrong and painful, noticing something. The fur was so thick he couldn't see his balls or cock. He looked at his arms; the fur was at his shoulders, and he could feel tufts on his cheeks, even though his padded paws had little sensitivity. He panted. Legal trouble was better than becoming a cat because of some cursed sweets.

"Hey!" was what he wanted to say. But at the moment he drew close and waved for their attention, his face warped and contorted, bloating out into a full kitty snout. His whiskered maw wriggled and mewed, which was all it could do.

"Nice costume!" a kid cried, and then they were gone into a house, no-one else paying them the slightest bit of mind.

It began raining. David meowed desperately, giving chase. He tripped again, hands going for the floor. Where they stood like the paws they were, and he ran on four legs, which felt natural. Too natural. He scratched at the door, seeing himself shrink by the second in the light a grinning pumpkin cast. More fur sprouted, body distorting into what a cat's body was. He didn't stop scratching until the surrounding light changed, the world now brighter than it had been a second ago.

That was when he sat down, defeated. Mewling in fear, he looked at his paws. Cat. He sniffed his scent, running his nose through his glossy fur. Cat. Finally, he turned to see a mirror with some ghoulish design on the top. Cat.

He ran, movements normal. His sense of smell and his sight guided him through darkness no human could pierce; any cars he heard long before they came. There were some familiar noises, too. Flicking his ears around, David heard the party he had been at just a few minutes before, Matt yelling in riotous joy as someone bobbed for apples. His paws began making their way there, whiskers finding their way through a small gap in a fence. Maybe he could try again in the morning, and they could save him? He still had his mind, after all.

Cursing the woman who had made him like this, he alighted upon a pillar outside of the condo complex Matt lived in, the party so close it was rattling his whiskers. Just a bit closer, and he would be safe. He closed in the final distance. His belly gurgled.

A tenderness rose in his lower belly, near his loins. Mewling, David stopped, licking the area in distress as it spread. Now his dick and balls were tender, in a way both uncomfortable and pleasurable when he licked. He watched in horror as they shrank.

It was impossible to move when they sunk in, increasing the tender feeling. A pain that was far more pleasant than he would like to admit struck him where his dick had been a moment ago, another hole opening up. His eyes told him what it was at once; a vagina. Her nose told her there was still more to come.

David shied away from the party, knowing that whatever happened next, it would be better that she was alone. "There you are!"

Hissing, David lashed out at her. "Oh, stop that. You'll be grateful to me in a minute." She smiled and placed her on the ground.

She would've clawed at his face, but at that moment the gurgling in her stomach returned. Her stomach bulged until it scraped against the ground, teats sprouting from her as she rolled onto her back and batted at it.

Her hard stomach ached, her kittens shifting about in it. She would need to protect them, make sure she had somewhere safe for them to go.

A pleasant woman was there. The cat went up to her, nuzzling against her legs. She was scratched behind the ears, a purr rumbling in her throat. It wasn't long before the nice woman picked her up and took her away, the pregnant cat sleeping in her arms.