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New Familiars.

By MisstressChange

Janice and Tom stumbled down the sidewalk of a suburban street with no real destination in mind, passing various houses lit up with Halloween decorations. All the trick or treaters had long gone inside for the night, leaving the surrounding neighborhoods quiet. Quiet except for the occasional firecracker the drunken couple would throw now and then, setting off car alarms and barking dogs to their owner's irritation.

They came from a grungy house party their friend, Dave, had thrown for Halloween. The two punks were supposed to wear costumes, but they got away with each wearing pair of cat ears. They were 'the coolest cats around,' as Tom put it when he entered the place.

The two proceeded to get ever more intoxicated off a slurry of different drinks and beers as the night went on. Even now, Janice passed a half-empty wine bottle between them. They took turns holding and drinking from it while the other lit up another firecracker.

They drunkenly laughed each time one of their bottle rockets went off, making an ear-splitting screech precipitating a startling *crack*. The two swerved all over the street as their feet refused to land where they wanted.

“Hey!" Rang a shout from behind them. The two stopped in place and turned to see a middle-aged man in jeans and a white wool sweater jogging up the street toward them. He was still at least 5 houses away from them.

“Come here, you noisy assholes!" He looked as if he wasn't very used to running. His movements and breathing definitely seemed laborious. “You woke my daughter up! She's only four and easily scared." The two looked at the man heading toward them, then to each other. They exchanged mischievous smiles then turned back to the dude.

“Good!" Tom shouted back. Janice laughed cruelly and joined in.

“Yeah, get fucked, boomer!" she yelled. The man, rage now taking over his mental faculties, shouted back at them even louder.

“You little shits! You better not let me catch you!" He huffed as he yelled out, the shouting clearly taking some of the wind out of his sails. Janice and Tom turned and began to run away from him. The adrenaline coursing through their bodies sobered them up just enough to help them keep balance as they ran.

“Don't worry bitch! You won't!" Tom shouted back, mocking their impotent pursuer. Janice turned, jogging backward long enough to get final teasing words out. The fact that she didn't trip over her own feet was a miracle.

“Boomer boomer boomer!" She cried drunkenly. She then turned forward, and the two booked it around the next street corner. They didn't stop until they had made it a few more blocks and turns down, making sure to make their path as confusing to follow as possible. Finally, knowing the man had most likely given up, they made their way into a catwalk at the end of a cul de sac.

They sat across from each other, each taking a separate side of the concrete path. Janice's bottle clanked and scraped across the pavement, still in her hand. “duuude, that was awesome!" she exclaimed. Tom laughed, and so did she. The two were having the time of their lives.

“Totally!" he responded once he contained his laughter was. “I just wish I could see his face a little better." They gradually quieted down, and Janice took a swig from her bottle. She sighed as her breathing slowed down to normal.

“What time is it?" she asked him. Tom pulled out his phone in response. The illuminating screen lit up his acne-scarred face.

“Uhh, almost midnight." He answered, taking the time to text someone before stuffing it back in back in his denim jacket.

“Huh…we should probably head home, eh?" she suggested, giving a quick shiver and shoving her arm under her armpit.

“Yeah, I guess." He agreed. He picked himself up and offered a hand to his friend.

“Aww, my hero." She said sarcastically. Janice grabbed hold of Tom's hand and was helped up.

“Yeah, don't say I do nothing for ya."

“Oh, that's all I ever say about you." She quipped before downing the rest of the bottle and chucking it over a backyard fence. The two began their journey home, weaving in and out of the labyrinth of suburban streets. They had nearly returned to their own familiar neighborhood when Janice stopped. Tom continued on around a corner before he noticed her no longer following him. He turned back to see her looking down the end of another street.

“Yo, what's up?" He asked, speaking up.

“Down this way, at the end." She pointed in the direction of her gaze, then looked over at him. “Come here, take a look." Tom sighed and walked back to her. He looked down the road in the same direction as her finger.

“What?" He asked, confused.

“Was that house there before, or am I so drunk I'm seeing things?" Tom finally caught sight of what she was talking about. At the very end of the street sat a dilapidated old Victorian-style house. It looked like it had been rotting there for many decades. To say that it stood out amongst the other newer homes would be an understatement.

“Wasn't there an empty lot before?" he asked, unsure if he too was seeing the house through beer goggles.

“I thought there was." She said, backing him up.

“Wanna take a closer look." He asked, giving her a smirk. She looked back at him and returned his look with a smug smile.

“Duh. C'mon, let's go." She skipped off down the dead-end street, and Tom started after her. When they reached the end, they stopped and stood in dumb fascination at the structure. It looked even older up closer.

Its paint mainly was peeled off, and there were several patches of shingles missing. The front yard was overgrown with weeds and dead shrubs. Shutters hung off their hinges, and their widows were covered up by yellowing sheets of newspaper. The whole decaying property was surrounded by a white picket fence, of course, no longer white as the paint had long faded and worn off.

“Yeah, this definitely wasn't here before," Tom said. “Or…maybe it was? I dunno." He shrugged his shoulders.

“It's pretty creepy," Janice commented. The two looked down at the fence's gate as it slowly swung open, its rusty hinges squealing, giving way to the stone path that led p to the front steps. It was like they were being invited in. “That's even creepier." She added astutely.

“Wanna go inside?" Tom asked, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

“What?! Inside? I dunno Tom." She had seen too many horror movies to see Tom's suggestion as a sensible one.

“C'mon, it's most likely abandoned. It'll probably get bought up by some rich asshole and torn down." Then, another idea popped into his head. “Yo! We should trash the place! We'll break whatever we can. It'll be like that short story we had to read back in high school."

“The Destructors?" Janice asked, eyebrow raised. Surprised she could even remember the name of the story.

“Yeah, that!" Tom exclaimed. “But no one actually lives here, so we can't get in shit." Janice hummed in unconfident thought. Tom heard this and took note of her posture. “Ok, we'll take a look inside, and if everything's cool, we'll have a little fun. Then we'll go home. Sound good?" Janice let out a defeated scoff.

“All right, fine. Just a quick in and out, ok?" She said, conceding. Tom had already started down the stone path toward the steps for the wide front porch. Janice followed after him, not wanting to be left alone.

They stepped up to the front door, and Tom gave it a few hearty knocks. They waited in suspense for several moments, but, as Tom had guessed, no one came to the door. Or made any noise at all.

“See, told ya." Tom quipped smugly. He turned the doorknob, and to both their surprise, it actually turned, opening the door. He slowly pushed it open. Its hinges creaked and groaned as it traveled, stopping against the wall.

The two stared into the dark abyss that was the empty house. Tom turned on his phone's flashlight and shone it down the front hallway, angling it to the right where the dusty living room was. “After you." He said, stepping out of the way and extending his arm sideways in faux politeness. He gave her a shit-eating grin, and she looked back at him, unimpressed.

“Wow, thanks." She said sarcastically. Turning on her own phone's flashlight, she carefully stepped into the dingy building. Once inside, Tom followed her in. They turned and came to a stop in the living room, looking around. Everything was covered in dust and cobwebs.

“Hello! Anyone home!?" Tom shouted through his hands, which were cupped around his mouth. His hands came down, and he looked over at Janice, who had been startled by the sudden noise. “Guess we're alone." He said, smiling mischievously. He walked over to some old, dusty shelves and picked an antique porcelain plate off a decretive stand.

Without warning, he flung the plate through the air like a frisbee. It connected with the wall across the room and smashed into a spray of sharp pieces. Tom grabbed another plate off the shelf and handed it to Janice.

She looked down at it almost contemplatively, like for a moment she knew what she was doing was somewhat wrong. But those thoughts were as fleeting as a Halloween night's candy haul. So instead, she whipped the plate from her hand with glee and watched it sail through the air before coming to its destructive conclusion on the same wall.

“Yo, you were right. This is awesome! We can do whatever we want!" she cheered.

“See?! Let's get to work." Tom agreed. With that, the two were set loose on the house's interior. They smashed everything from dishes to mirrors. Windows and walls were dashed through. Furniture was crushed, and upholstery was ripped and torn. They wreaked havoc upon the vacant home, like two malicious hurricanes tearing through a coastal town.

Fifteen minutes passed before the two gathered together once more in the living room. The whole place looked wholly transformed. Debris littered almost every inch of the floor, and there were several holes in the walls. Motes of disturbed dust swirled in the light of their cameras' flashlights.

They giggled and gawked at the mayhem they'd caused, huffing with the adrenaline rush of wanton destruction. The two were about to turn to leave when a feminine voice sounded from the opening to the hallway. Right where they had to walk through.

“You two made quite the mess, didn't you?" The two punks practically jumped out of their skin. Their hair stood on end, which wasn't saying much for Tom, whose hair was already spiked up in a mohawk. They both immediately pivoted themselves and their phone's light toward the source of the voice. There, in the opening, illuminated by their phones, was a tall, pale woman.

Her hair was a shimmering silver color. Black eye makeup circled her eyes, tipped with extended wings, and her lips were painted black with lipstick. She wore a black dress that went down to her knees and showed off her ample cleavage while long, loose sleeves covered her arms. Black heels wrapped around her feet, and black and white striped leggings traveled up her legs. On the top of her head sat a very stylish yet pointed hat. The hat of a witch.

“Who the fuck are you?" Tom asked, shaking off the residual jitters of being startled like he had. The woman let out a short cackle.

“Who the fuck am I?" She crossed her arms in disapproval. “I could ask you the same question, boy."

“I'm the 'boy' trashing this dump. What of it?" He answered, trying to sound intimidating.

“This 'dump' as you call it in my home. That's what it's of, and you've absolutely destroyed it."

“Wait, you don't seriously live here? It's old as fuck. There's not even any electricity." Janice cut in.

“Yes, I seriously live here." The woman retorted bitterly. “It doesn't always look like this, and it's not always in this neighborhood. It varies from Hallow's eve to Hallow's eve." She uncrossed her arms and held one hand out to her side. “You'll find I don't require such things like electricity."

The woman snapped her fingers, and the whole room lit up with candles that had been materialized seemingly from thin air. The two punks were shocked to find some of the candles even floated. They both looked down as their phones suddenly turned off.

“What is this?" Tom asked in disbelief. “Are you some kind of…of…." He didn't want to finish his sentence in fear of being right.

“Witch…" Janice finished for him, staring at her pointy hat. That was when she found it impossible to move her feet.

“Oh, I'm not just a witch. I'm thee witch." She said with indignation. Her silver hair seemed to lightly float behind her back, partially defying gravity. “You two picked the worst home to break into and turn upside down tonight." She giggled maniacally.

“Tom, I can't move," Janice grunted, trying desperately to run away.

“I…I can't either." Tom responded, terror taking over his voice in an uncharacteristic way.

“Let us go! Please! We're sorry, we'll make it up to you. Just let us go!" Janice pleaded, dread also taking control of her. The witch turned to her with glee.

“Oh, you will, my dear. Both of you will. But not how you think you will." She began circling the scared intruders. “I'm afraid this house won't be here tomorrow, so you'll have to come with me and pay me back another way." She walked behind the two like a predator stalking her prey.

“A-another way?" Janice whimpered, worried about the implications of her tone.

“Yes. It just so happens; I am in need of a new familiar. But, of course, two would be even better." A wicked grin split her face as she returned in front of them.

“F-familiar?" Tom asked shakily.

“Indeed, an animal that I can channel additional magic through." She answered, hand put slyly to her mouth. Janice had a bad feeling about where this was going."

“B-but…we're not animals…." She stated as if the witch was too dumb to know. She just prayed that the witch didn't actually have the capabilities to…no, that was impossible.

“You will be, though. I can make you that way." She revealed, a sadistic joy taking over her composure. Her eyes glimmered with green. The two friend's faces became visages of shock and horror. They both began talking over each other, trying to reason with the witchy woman. She just cackled at their reactions.

“Now, now. You should have known better than to trespass!" She declared, raising her hands in the air. The two cried in terror as they were lifted off the ground by an invisible force. Their clothes dematerialized into nothing in seconds, thread by thread, leaving them floating in the middle of the room, buck naked. That's when the changes began.

It started with their hands and feet. Their nails pointed and sharped, withdrawing back into their digits. They felt the bones in their bodies shifting, changing their relative shapes with snaps and pops. Tom's masculine body became far more feminine, while Janice's became far more masculine.

They screamed as their faces pressed outward into feline muzzles, bones cracking over the witch's laughs. Black fur spread across their skin at a frightening speed. The two scratched at their rapidly furring bodies, which were unused to being covered in a pelt. It felt like having a scratchy wool sweater on every inch of themselves.

Underneath their pelts, their muscles changed to match their new frames. Janice's grew more vigorous and tighter, while Tom's wilted, becoming softer. They both clutched their chests. Tom could feel the soft orbs of breast flesh burgeoning out. His nipples gained much sensitivity while widening. Janice's already meager breasts shrunk down into a flat, manly chest, and her nipples followed suit.

“What the fuck are you doing to us!" Tom shouted out at the witch, who was enjoying this far too much. He was taken aback by the feminine pitch of his voice.

“Turning you into cats, of course! But I figured I'd make things juuuuust a little more interesting." She snickered. “It's not every day a couple of punks wind up in my house. And I would love to have a couple of gender-swapped kitties around my house."

With that, the transformations seemed to double in speed. The two victims groaned in pain as their heads entirely took on that feline appearance. Their ears pointed and moved up the side of their heads. Tom's mohawk diminished until there was nothing but fur, and Janice's shoulder-length hair did the same, retreating into her scalp.

Whiskers sprouted from their new snouts, and so did their tails from their rears. Their tails grew until they were five feet long, raised and prickly due to the fright overtaking them. They were nearly done. They only had one more thing about them to change, a thing both of them dreaded was coming.

Tom's small member shrunk in toward his body. Then, his testes pulled up inside him, and his sack stretched in new flesh entirely. Soon, he had nothing between his legs but a brand new pussy, his shrunken cock taking its place as his clitoris within his new clitoral hood.

Janice's did the opposite. Her clit began enlarging, growing out further and further, inch by inch. At the same time, her labia joined together, forming a sac for her new testes. By the time her feline cock stopped growing, it had reached seven inches. Then, it receded back into her body, hiding in its furry sheath.

The witch released the two from the air, and they collapsed to the floor, winding up on their hands and knees. Janice sat up in a kneeling position, looking over 'his' quivering hands. His slitted, feline eyes traced all around his new body, particularly at his new equipment. Finally, his hands felt over his now flat chest, checking to make sure he wasn't dreaming. The new cat boy trembled at what he had become.

Tom, however, remained on all fours, staring at the floor in abject horror. Slowly, 'she' brought a hand up to her hanging breasts, shaking like a cat soaked in the rain. She gasped when her hand met her new extremities, and she withdrew her hand in an instant. Gathering up courage, she reached back between her legs. Her hand hovered in place, unable to find the strength to actually touch her new female parts. Feeling it was there at all would force her to acknowledge her missing man bits. She broke down into girlish sobs regardless.

“Please, Don't leave us like this…we're sorry…." Janice started pleading, his new manly voice breaking as he, too, began to cry. The witch 'tsked' at her cries for mercy.

“I bet you are, my dear." She replied, mocking him with her tone.

“Please…change us back…." Tom begged between sniffles. “I don't want to be a girl."

“Oh, you don't, do you?" The witch toyed with her. “Well, if neither of you are enjoying your new bodies, I should probably give you your old ones back then, hmmm?" She sounded only half-serious. The two cat people looked up at her with tear-soaked faces, sniffling. They would grab onto any shred of hope that presented itself to them.

“Yes! Please!" Tom exclaimed.

“We'll never do anything like this again!" Janice assured the witch desperately.

“Yeah! Never! We'll be good!" Tom added. They both looked up at her like two cats begging for their supper. The witch put a finger up to the corner of her mouth.

“Hmmm…I suppose I can turn you back." The two hung on her every word. “On one condition."

“Yes." Janice sputtered.

“Anything," Tom added.

“If you two can keep your hands off each other until sunrise, I'll put you back the way you were." She chuckled sadistically. “If you can't, I'll finish what I started and make the two of you the cats you deserve to be. Sound good?" Tom and Janice looked at each other and frowned, unsure what tricks the witch had in store for them.

The two had never been into each other, they long ago established their friendship in their early high school years, and things never went beyond that. Especially in these dire circumstances, the two had no drive to be engaging in sexual activities. This should be easy for them. It should have….

“Sure, whatever." Tom agreed to her terms. The witch turned her head to Janice, who gave a frantic few nods.

“Excellent! Let the games begin." The witch clapped her hands, and the two cat people turned to look at each other.

“I think we can do this," Janice said reassuringly. “It's not like there's ever been a thing between us."

“Yeah, I think we'll be fine," Tom replied. The two allowed a hopeful smile between them. It stirred sudden feelings that, without their new feline instincts, had never been there before.

“We just have to be like we normally are around each other, and we can…go…home…." Janice's sentence drifted off as a peculiar scent filled his nose. He focused on it, inhaling more of it, unable to help himself.

“What's wrong? Why are you looking at me…like…that…." Tom noticed Janice eyeing her up. Unbeknownst to her, she was emitting a musk that Janice's new, male cat brain found unbearably arousing. She was in heat, and that heat was starting to affect her own judgments.

“You smell…really nice, Tom," Janice remarked in a smooth, sexy masculine tone. He moved closer to the catgirl so he could smell her fur up close. As Janice planted his face in her arm, Tom let out a sigh, enjoying the affectionate contact. Her eyes drifted down to see his erect, feline cock sliding out of its sheath.

Janice's male scent began to fill her nose now. She blushed under her fur as blood rushed to her privates. She became very wet, which only intensified her musk, driving Janice's libido up the walls. He moved up Tom's shoulder to her neck, nuzzling her and licking her with his rough feline tongue. Tom gasped, finding herself becoming as aroused as him.

“Janice, stop…we can't do this…or we'll lose." She found it so hard to resist him.

“I know, I'm…I'm trying, but…." He continued licking her, moving up to her face. Tom would be lying if she said she wanted him to stop. “I'm…so horny right now."

“I know…I am, too…but…we need to try to stop. We can't let her…win." She practically moaned out her last word as Janice brushed his hand over her nether lips. It was the first time she felt anything touch it. She shivered all over from the various sensations.

“I know. Maybe if we do a little. Then we can stop." He reached over and grabbed her hand, gently bringing it to his lap. “Maybe you can touch my…cock. Just for a little bit." Tom felt her hand on his feline member. The rough texture was meagerly lubricated by a bead of precum. Without realizing what she was doing, Tom had already started stroking it.

Their musk filled the air, and their heads swam with pheromones. They knew they were losing control but had no way of stopping it. Janice continued licking Tom's face, much to her approval. His hand snaked back over to stroke through her slick pussy lips. His thumb teased her clit in all the right ways, and she let out a surprised moan at his practiced touches.

“Oh, Janice. Oh god. That feels amazing." Janice whimpered in return, appreciative of Tom's handjob, which was increasing in speed. Having prior experience with their former bodies and, therefore, former body parts, the two knew exactly how to pleasure the other in every way.

Tom turned his head and reciprocated Janice's licks. They licked at each other's faces lovingly before their tongues finally met, tuning into a passionate kiss. They kissed and touched each other for minutes on end, purring into each other's mouths.

Janice suddenly broke their embrace to lean down toward Tom's chest. His mouth headed for her nipples. When he got his lips around the catgirl's nub, he nibbled, licked, and sucked all he could before switching to the next. It drove Tom wild.

“Fuck, Janice. Oh shit." She struggled for words. “Ok…we need to stop now." She tried reasoning with him. He popped her tit out of his mouth to answer, finding his tongue going back to her neck again.

“I'm trying, but…I…can't. It all feels so good." He gave her face another lick before continuing. “Maybe…we could…fuck at bit… then stop." As he suggested this, his fingers slid into her hole, drawing another moan from her throat. The new sensation of being penetrated left her wanting more.

“Y-yeah." She breathed out, giving in to temptation. “W-we should fuck for a little…then stop." Tom was already shifting in place, pulling her hand away from Janice's cock and away from his hands. She turned away from him, getting on all fours while lowing her upper body. Her tail lifted as she submitted to him, showing off her soaked pussy as she swayed her hips enticingly.

“Yeah, Tom. Then we'll stop…." He lifted himself from his sitting position and moved behind her. In the part of their minds that could still reason, they already knew they wouldn't be able to stop. They'd fuck until they both came. But they needed to feel the rush of cuming with their new parts, in their new bodies.

Janice's cock was hard as a rock and glistening with pre. He grabbed her hips with both hands and pressed his tip against her wet folds. Tom bit her lower lip and groaned in anticipation.

“Do it, Janice. I…I can't wait any longer." Tom begged, desperation dripping from her words. With that, Janice pushed forward, sliding his feline prick into her with ease. She was a snug fit. It was like nothing he had ever felt before.

Tom clawed to the floor and moaned out a feline *mrrrooww* as he entered her. The sensations of being filled in such a way sent her into a euphoric fit. It was like an aching itch was being scratched deep within her, and it felt beyond amazing.

Janice grunted as he started thrusting in and out of the catgirl, producing more moans and mewls from her. Her vaginal walls massaged his cock expertly, and she was so invitingly warm to boot. He leaned forward and placed one hand on her shoulder, the other on her hip, gripping them to gain more leverage.

The noises of their rutting filled the debris-strewn room. The two were intoxicated with their lusts, and their minds slipped further and further from rationality. Finally, Tom was able to make one last protest.

“Ok. That's…that's enough, Janice. W-we need to stop…we've had our…f-fill." She stopped to let out a loud moan as Janice thrust into her particularly hard. “W-we…we can't lose…I…can't be a c-cat." The witch, who had been watching the entire time with extreme elation, finally spoke up.

“I mean, you two lost a looong time ago. But, in this case, I think I can make an exception." She chuckled at the two mating cat people before her. “If you two can stop yourselves from cuming…I'll change you back and let you go immediately."

The new ultimatum seemed easy enough in Tom's mind, but the more Janice drove into her, the more she realized it would be an impossible task. Her eyes watered, finally accepting such futility.

“Janice, please. We have to stop." She attempted to plead with the sex-crazed catboy. Although she seemed uninclined to get away from underneath him. In truth, she was just as unwilling to stop as he was. She was just desperate to pin the responsibility of ending their blissful coupling on him.

“I...can't…." He growled, grunted as he slammed into her again and again.

“N-neither can I…I…want you so badly." She whimpered between moans.

“I…can feel it coming, Tom…I…need to cum inside you." He growled.

“I…I…I need you too, Janice!" Tom cried. Her orgasm was rapidly approaching. Then, a sudden switch flicked on in her head that drove her to do nothing but mate with her transformed lover. “Ooooh, Janice! I don't care anymore! I don't care if we become cats for the rest of our lives! I need you to cum inside me. I want to bear you kittens!" Her senses were lost to instinct, and with that sex-driven screed, Janice, too, was utterly lost.

“Oh god, Tom. I'm sorry!" He panted and growled as he picked up speed. “I…I love you!" He shouted, just one thrust away from sweet release.

“I love you too, Janice. Now cum in me, and let's become the cats we were always meant to be!" She howled out a feline cry as her vaginal walls spasmed around her mate's cock. Janice joined her as his cock twitched and pulsed, shooting his cat sperm deep inside her.

Tom's mind was filled with visions of becoming a mother to Janice's litter. A paternal instinct awakened within her, and she no longer wanted to be human. Instead, she yearned for the joys of motherhood and raising her own young in the safe, warm environment of a home.

The two continued their rapturous orgasms for a while longer before falling over and collapsing onto the floor. They panted as their feline tongues lolled out of their open mouths. Janice's cum leaked out of Tom's pussy, reaching the hardwood below.

The witch chuckled through her nose as she stepped toward the two spent cat people. She stood over them, staring down gleefully at them, smug smirk on her face. She crossed her arms under her bosom.

“Looks like you two lost. Didn't take very long either. You know what this means…." Tom looked up at her groggily.

“Do it. Get it over with. I don't care anymore. I even want it at this point. Make us your cats. I can't go back after what we've just been through." Tom answered haggardly. She looked craven yet exhausted. The type of mercy she sought had taken a complete turn.

“Very well, my dear…If you insist." The witch snapped her fingers, and the two immediately stirred. They rolled on the floor, holding various parts of their bodies as they began changing further into cats.

Their bodies shrunk while their torsos lengthened. Their legs took on a digitigrade shape while all four of their limbs took on a new natural position, forcing them to walk on all fours as the default. Whatever made them human gradually disappeared into the small, feline bodies of household cats. It didn't take long at all. Within all of thirty seconds, the two had fully and wholly become cats.

Tom meowed at her new, small feline form. Janice meowed in response. Both of them were trying to speak but, being cats, all that came out were meows and mewls. Tom tried to stand but found it difficult, having never stood on all fours in such a way before.

“Don't stress it too much. You'll get used to all the new things in store for you." She crouched down and picked the two up, cradling each in one of her arms. “Come now, the night is still relatively young, and we have spells to cast."

The witch opened the door to the house's master bedroom, striding out into the hallway. She headed down her grand staircase to the hallway below, which led to the living room and the kitchen. Her hand ran along its smooth polished banister. The golden rays of morning light shone through the windows. A light in a different city all together.

Her house looked so much different than the night before. The mess made by the two interlopers had vanished, and the entire interior of the place looked well kept. Its style even appeared modern and new while retaining its Victorian charm. It was as it usually looked when the magic cast over the place didn't wane, as it did on Hallow's eve.

She entered the kitchen with grace before spoiling her decorum at the sight she beheld. The witch grabbed a newspaper, rolled it up, and beat the top of the table violently.

“Tomi! James! Not on the table!" She shouted at the two new cats she caught rutting on top of the table. The two kitties *mrowed* and hissed at the witch as they jumped off each other, startled. They bounded off the table and ran out of the room. The witch scoffed at the claw marks left by Tomi.

“I'm going to have to train you two, aren't I. You'd think a couple of previously human cats could retain some manners." She snorted a short laugh out of her nose. “That's what I get for transforming a couple of punks."