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"Yo! Ricky Rikard! My man! How was mom and pops last night?"

The young male just rolled his eyes at the approaching friend, "I swear, Jeremy. You talk like you live in the city. This is the 'burbs. It's time you get used to it."

Jeremy lowered his eyes into a manipulated glare to silently chastise his friend for the criticism, but he was quickly distracted by the item his friend had neglected to respond to. "Hey! Rikard, you didn't tell me how mum and da' were?"

With a small shake of his head in exasperation that made his long bangs sway slightly, Rikard started to amble down the hallway, expecting Jeremy to walk beside him. "You know, sometimes I want to hit you. Just because my parents genuinely like me doesn't mean we're weird."

"That's what all the weirdos think! If you at least had siblings to count on to be sacrificial victims! But you don't! You're doomed! I just don't want you tied up in no crazy love-fest over there-"

Before Jeremy could continue his speech on Rikard's unnatural, peaceful home life, Rikard's attention is pulled elsewhere as Jenna Penn exits a nearby classroom door. A glaze fell over the boys eyes, as if they were donuts being freshly prepared before the early morning rush as he took in the sight of her. Long, charcoal hair was sleek against her head, pulled into a loose braid over one shoulder that trailed down past her breast and rested against the soft cotton of her t-shirt on the edge where shirt met the accompanying sweater. Opposite of her braid, a small brooch was clipped into the cashmere of her sweater. A small silver feline in an upright sitting position with a birthstone pendant as its collar tag. Further down, Rikard drew his eyes to her skirt, a plaid design in black and purple to match the black of her tailored sweater. Covering the bare skin of her legs beneath were thin stockings, also black, with a petite edge of lace on top just past her knees.

"Rikard, you look like a nutter!" Jenna exclaimed while a smile spread over her lips that gleamed with lip gloss.

Her sudden closeness caught the distracted Rikard by surprise, though Jeremy only chuckled at his friend and greeted the girl. "Jenna, we were just discussing the orgies they have at Rikard's house."

Jenna's eye went wide with surprise and one hand lifted to cover her mouth's gasp. All five fingers gently laid side by side with pink, manicured fingernails aligned. "Blimey! Jeremy! Don't be crude!"

Jeremey responded with a lewd smile, giving her a waggle of his eyebrows in response to her command. Rikard on the other hand gave an innocent expression and took a step closer to the girl. "Yeah, Jeremy. Try to contain your crazy.."

A scowl returned Rikard's retort, but the conversation was cut short as the bell tolled through the hallways of the school. The ringing announcement was enough to send kids scurrying towards their respective classes. Jenna, Rikard, and Jeremy were all in the same class and all moved as a group to pass through the doorway in time.

"Class! Children! Settle yourselves!" An aged woman croaked from the front of the class while the trio of children entered the room. Her classes slid halfway down her face and stayed on even that much only due to the bedazzled strap that went around her neck to hold them to her. In one wrinkled hand, she held the attendance clipboard, ready to give out tardies like a friendly neighbor was ready to give candy on Halloween.

"You three! Sit down now! Class is starting!" She spat out to them, fixing her half-blind stare into the general, fuzzy shapes of their bodies she saw with her failing vision.

A wrinkle in his forehead with thought, Rikard glanced to the clock to conclude there were still two whole minutes before class was set to start officially. He wouldn't mention this to the teacher, but when he glanced at the amused smirk on Jenna's face as she settled into the embrace of her girlfriends' desks he knew that she had realized the same as he.

"Dude, our teacher's as dumb as a brick!" Jeremy belted with amusement, clapping Rikard on the back and signaling the two as partners in Jeremy's loudmouthed crime.

"Jeremy!" The teacher hissed, fixing her clouded eyes on him now. "I want you to realize that there is an idiot at the end of this clipboard!" She had lifted the hand with the attendance board and pointed it in Jeremy's direction.

The young man, however, saw the situation as an opportunity for further chaos. "That's what I just said, miss. Your end of the clipboard surely does have an idiot at the end of it."

For a moment silence filled the air. Not a single person spoke. No one even moved. In the front of the class, the teacher seemed to be stewing. The faint traces of smoke could be imagined wafting out from her ears, but before she reached her maximum capacity of anger, the bell rang out with its shrill voice, piercing the silence and the tension of the room in one stroke.

"Jeremy, for your sake. I'm going to start class now," Mrs. Peterson finally stated, moving in front of the chalkboard now with a purpose other than shouting out commands to sit down, now she would transition to shouting out commands to pay attention.

School had begun.

"Now back in 1840, most people did not have much to their name. Families were large. Do you know why most families were so large?" At the front of the room, Mrs. Peterson had scrawled 'large families' onto the board and now surveyed the classroom, waiting for someone to volunteer.

From the back of the room, faint voices drifted up.

"Shh...I think she asked a question."

"She stopped talking?"

"What's the answer?"

"I don't know!"

For a moment, the terror at being called on and not knowing the correct response bubbled from the girls in the back of the class, Jenna among them fidgeting with the small pin on her sweater as she started at her friends intently, willing someone to produce the correct response.

Mrs. Peterson noted the height of their distress and a slow smirk drew over her face like a python slithering the last few inches towards its prey. "Do one of you girls know what the correct answer is to my question?"

From where he sat, on the opposite corner of the room from the now buzzing corner of girls, all mumbling to each other at once to produced something feasible to say, Rikard nervously raised his own hand, withdrawing the small collection of courage he felt to try and rescue the girls. "I-I know the answer, Mrs. Peterson."

Lingering a moment on the girls, all now silent as they moved their gaze to where Rikard sat. His hand still extended above his head, though wavering now.

"Oh? You do?" Mrs. Peterson turned to him slowly, drawing her broad hips to face him as one hand nudged her glasses up onto the bridge of her nose. "Do tell us what it is then."

Rikard dropped his hand to his lap, tangling his fingers together in a distressed game of self tug-o-war as he produced his response, "B-because they needed their children to be laborers when they had to farm the fields."

After he spoke, anyone whispering seemed to go quiet again, waiting to see which side of the invisible battle had scored any points: the students or the teacher. When Mrs. Peterson spun on her foot and stomped her way back to the blackboard to erase the prompt, everyone silently added a tick mark to their team. The answer had been correct.

With the stress of being called out now removed, the girls once again started their conversation. The soft mixture of voices now catching Rikard's attention as the droning lecture on history began once again at the head of the room. Carefully matching each voice to a girl, Rikard eavesdropped.

"Hey, guys!" A hushed, excited whisper announced. The voice was soft, edged with girlish innocence. Rikard drew the voice into his head for a moment before it connected with the correct body. The soft curls that framed around a slightly plump face. A small, pink bow situated at an angle above the right eyebrow, pulling the curled lock of hair out of her face for when she leaned over her desk to write. Her dress a soft pink with a babydoll cut that hung slightly limp over her body and neglected to highlight the developing curve of her hips and the matching socks in a deeper, fuschia shade of pink. Without a doubt, the voice that spoke was Megan.

"What?" A higher voice, almost squeaky in its quality unlike the smooth, sickly sweet tone of Megan's voice. Rikard instantly knew this was Riana. A lanky girl with a rich, caramel colored tan from her families long vacations at a ocean-side cabin. Her hair was grown long, past her butt and was curled up into a braided coil clipped to her head. With her gangly limbs and squeaky, toddler-like voice, it was as though Riana had been caught mid-growth and was still struggling to get over the hurdle. Today, as with every other day, her wrist would be decorated with a variety of shell bracelets and bangles. Around her throat would be an accompanying leather strip that held a small, teardrop shaped rock. Unlike most of the class who wore thin sweaters to avoid overheating, Riana had always prefered the warm and wore a thick, swoop-necked sweater that lay overtop of tight leggings. Rather than Mary Janes like Jenna or Megan, Riana wore knee-high boots with a long, black zipper up the back.

"I have an idea!" Megan's voice again, though Jenna was interrupting.

"Don't claim it as your idea! I thought of it first! I told you about it!" Jenna didn't truly sound upset, more so eager to claim the brilliance of the proposition.

"Well then, what is it?" A fourth voice demanded, slightly deeper and tinged with impatience-- kohl. With dark hair and deep, blue eyes, kohl was the girl that most adults associated with the growing beauty. She had thick, long lashes that hid her eyes slightly and gave her a striking look of exotic beauty, even for her age. However, despite her beauty she had a habit of being grating and impatient. Rikard, personally found her easier to look at than to listen to, while Jeremy believed she was an angel carved by a god. Today, kohl wore an emerald colored tunic with an intricate beading along the neckline over top of a simple pair of tight jeans. In contrast to the other girls, she wore simple flats that she often kicked off during class to let her socked feet swing in the air below her desk.

"Yeah! kohl's right, just tell us!" The final voice, rather faint compared to the others. Rikard knew it was Penny, a redheaded girl with a short, cropped haircut and small, mousy features that matched her lithe, petite body structure. Penny wore a checkered jumper in a grey and orange color combo that matched her hair. Rather than tights like the others, her legs were bare and showed her pale, freckled legs.

"Okay, I'll tell you. Every be quiet though! I don't want Mrs. Peterson to hear.." Jenna instructed. Her upper body tipping over her desk slightly as she moved her mouth closer to the other girls, who all leaned in accordingly. "I think we should all have a sleepover!"

At the word sleepover, the other four girls all jumped slightly in their seats as though struck by a bolt of excitement at the very suggestion of gathering at someone's house for a night of fun. Rikard, still listening in, felt a moment of excitement himself at the prospect of seeing the girls, especially Jenna outside of school.

But then, Jenna debunked his excitement swiftly with a single statement;"Of course it would have to be just us girls!"

The girl's fell into a hushed discussion, eagerly gabbing about what they would do, what pajamas to wear, who had matching slippers, what movie to watch...The list seemed endless and Rikard's mind wandered back to his side of the classroom where Jeremy gave him a smoldering stink eye.

"Hey! Lover boy!" Jeremy hissed, sending his voice across the thin space between their desks with a light spray of spittle.

Rikard's forehead crinkled with a grimace at having the saliva splatter onto his arm, but he nonetheless leaned slightly towards his friend. "What do you want?"

The boy beside Jeremy, a broad shouldered athlete whose name always escaped Rikard, leaned into Jeremy's other side, mumbling his way into the conversation. "Didja hear the girls? Theys gonna have a slumber party!"

Jeremy flicked his hand against the larger boy's arm, swatting him like one would a fly. "Shut up, Grant. I'm trying to discuss that very thing!" Then he leaned back towards Rikard, ensuring his best friend would hear the plan best. "I think we should try to get ourselves to that little party of there's. We could prank them!"

From in front of them, another voice joined in, belonging to a dark-haired boy, Daniel, whose bangs fell into his eyes like a romantic boy band member's might. Which when he first moved to the school had a mob of females around him at all times, until he opened his mouth and they realized he was nothing like their dreamy crooners. "Prank them? Are you kidding me? Do you know what goes on at slumber parties? That's when girls dance around in their pajamas! They compare their bra sizes! They take their bras off! They shower together! They practice kissing on each other! Why would you interrupt such a beautiful act of nature!?"

For a moment it appeared as though they had lost Grant to Daniel's monoloque, but after a moment he perked up again and faced Jeremy, awaiting a counter argument. "Man, why you gotta be such a crazy, old pervert! No lady wants a guy like you!"

Rikard stayed silent, but his eyes flicked to Daniel, watching alongside Grant for the retort to such a statement. "Well we could do both, prank 'em and spy on 'em..If we went as a team, we could really do whatever we wanted."

Jeremy fell quiet, considering what had been presented. His head started to nod after a few moments, a broad smile took over his face, and one hand clapped against Daniel's shoulder. "Lookee here! We've got ourselves a mastermind! It's a plan then!"

At first they all seemed to be nodding, agreeing the plan seemed flawless, everyone was happy. Then Grant spoke up with their one flaw. "Uhm, guys. There's one problem. We don't know when the sleep over is.."

This problem swept over the group. All four adolescent minds savoring the mental challenge that this presented. They followed a mental path on way, swerved, turned, and crashed precariously into a useless solution before casting it out. A minute passed with no solution. The droning sound of Mrs. Peterson's voice started to reach them again, flowing over them as though they had tripped into a river of this problem and her voice was the current to drown them against the rocks.

Then, Jenna spoke in her cheerfully loud voice. "It's decided then! My house on Saturday! Everyone will show up at five!"

The boys don't say a word, nothing is verbalized, but all four know that at 4:30 Saturday afternoon they will arrive at Rikard's house, only half a block away from Jenna's...

*****

"Would you guys keep it down for five minutes? I can't think about evil scheming when you're all back there yapping about boobies!" Jeremy shouted behind him, much louder one should note, than either Grant or Daniel were talking behind him about breasts. Nonetheless, his scolding did the trick and as they strode into Rikard's garage, where the boy waiting on a metal bucket, the Jeremy led Grant and Daniel in almost silently.

"Hey, Jer'" Rikard rose when they entered, giving a greeting to wave to the other two accompanying males.

"Hey to yourself, little man. You ready to scheme and plot and win the war?" Jeremy laid a roll of paper down onto the work table. His eyes surveying Rikard's simple t-shirt and jeans with a slight grimace. His own ensemble was a pair of tight-fitting black jeans with a sleek, black workout shirt.

"What exactly do you have planned?" Rikard questioned, finding himself finally interested in the other boys plots now that they were closer to actually happening. The gleaming look of excitement in Jeremy's eyes perking his interest in the possibilities.

A slow grin rolled over Jeremy's features. "Well..I want to prank them and Daniel wants to get material for jacking off." He cast a short glance to Daniel, who beamed proudly at the announcement and gave an agreeable thumbs up. "So, we want to set up a bucket of water from a tree and a camera nearby, make some weird sounds so the girls come out to investigate, and then we let the water drop and the girl's get soaked through."

Daniel jumped forward, interrupting, "And if we're lucky they'll be in pajamas without a bra! So then the water will bring out their nipples!"

Jeremy gave a small nod with a look of exasperation, hinting he may have heard this logical break down before, several times. Rikard chuckled quietly but nodded, finding the plan to be decent. What teenaged boy wouldn't agree with the option to humiliate some girls and then see their nipples? Besides, the girls would never know who had done it so he wouldn't lose any points with Jenna.

"How are we going to have the bucket stay up in the tree?" A look of confusion was plastered over Grant's face as his mind finally realized there were pieces of the plan he didn't know the workings to.

Eager to explain his masterpiece, Jeremy sidled up to Grant's side, letting their shoulders brush together as he swept his hands out in front of Grant to mentally paint an image of their scheme coming to life. "You see, the bucket will have a rope on the handle, like they do for the dump buckets at water parks, and that rope will hang over the branch to hold the bucket up. Once the girls walk beneath the bucket, someone will pull the end of the rope and it'll tip the bucket over, spilling the water, and soaking the girls beneath it."

From the other side of the garage, Daniel's voice exploded; "And show us their nipples!"

Where he stood next to Grant, Jeremy rolled his eyes back into his head in exasperation, but Grant looked impressed by the plan once again with both eye wide as quarters and his mouth hanging open like a fly left unzipped.

"Whose going to be in charge of what?" Rikard looked at Jeremy when he spoke, finding him to be the ringleader of the group though before Jeremy spoke, Daniel cut in with his answer first.

"I'm in charge of camera! I've got a wicked night time setting! It'll catch of the details of their pink, little pearls coming to life beneath their thin, thin, little pajamas..." Daniel's voice trailed off as the front of his pants swelled and a blush covered his pale skin.

Jeremy ignored the interjection and directed his response to Rikard alone. "Daniel has requested to do cameras, Grant is going to hold the rope for the bucket, since he is arguably the strongest and we might have to wait a bit before the girl's walk right under the bucket. I'm going to climb up in a nearby tree so I can give the signal once the girl's are under the bucket."

As Jeremy spoke, Rikard nodded along agreeably. The loose hairs of his bangs swishing faintly while his head bobbed in the nod until Jeremy stopped speaking and Rikard realized that his own name had been left out of the description. "Wait. What am I doing then?" He petitioned while a lump of uncertainty and foreboding sunk into his stomach.

With a sweep through the dust gathering on the floor of the garage, the planner of their plot fidgeted under Rikard's question. "Well, since you're the one left over you're in charge of making the animal noises that draw the girl's outside..."

Rikard's unblinking eyes met Jeremy's uneasy gaze. "What do you want me to do exactly? Bark like a puppy? Tweet like a bird?"

For a moment silence choked the air. Jeremy's own personal apprehension clogging the flow of discussion till he croaked out a nervous response. "Actually...we were hoping you would mew."

Rikard blinked once. His gaze bore hard against his friend like the desert sun bore down on a lost traveler's bare back. "You want me to what?"

"Mew. I want you to mew like a kitten! Girls love kittens!"

From his perch near the door, Daniel interjected, "It's true! Owners of pussies love pussies! Isn't that hilarious?"

Sensing he needed to be included as well, Grant's gruff voice was added to the mix. "Yeah, Rikard this is important. You gotta mew."

Rikard groaned softly. The rough croak leaking into the air like the creak of a broken chair as the unsuspecting person sits himself on it, hinting that something bad is soon coming but not in a way anyone can tell. One hand glided through the hair on the side of his head, pulling it through his fingers with another aggravated sigh ending with a soft spat of his words; "Fine, I'll play the kitten..."

Jeremy smiled, silently pleased. Daniel however, safely on the other side of the room summoned a toothy sneer. "Yo, man. You agreed to be a pussy."

Grant let out a bark of laughter, Jeremy cracked half a smile, and Daniel guffawed with a rock back against the wall, fully amused with his own joke. Rikard just glared. "You're a sick bastard, Daniel."

Daniel calmed his laughter but his smile lingered, "Oh, Riky. Us bastards have all the fun..."

Ignoring Daniel's toying, Jeremy set to work gathering the things they needed. The metal bucket letting out a ringing clank into the air when it tapped lightly into the floor, breaking up the concentrated glare Rikard had set on his teenaged friend.

"Come on, guys. It's already 4:30. We gotta get set up before those girls start arriving or they might hear the bucket going up." Jeremy warned, summoning the other three members of his crew to his side to assist in securing the braided rope around the handle. The load of the bucket and rope shared between Grant and Jeremy, Daniel carried his camera while Rikard trailed behind with the tripod, still pouting faintly in memory of his assigned position.

"They want me to act like a freakin' pussy cat.."

*****

"Grant! Don't smack the bucket against the tree! You'll make a racket!" Jeremy hissed when Rikard ambled into view in the patch of trees beside Jenna's house. Her empty garage signaling that her parents were indeed out of town as it had been rumored. Inside the nearby window, the curtains were closed but the foggy shape of a single figure curled atop a recliner chair could be seen. The squared shape of a book held in her hand.

For a moment, Rikard stared, envisioning himself joining her in the privacy of her parent-free weekend instead of her girlfriends. Their privacy, within his daydream, leaving them no option but to fall together in sexual exploration. With a jolting shake of his head, Rikard cast of his daydreams and drew his attention back to the hanging of the bucket. Droplets of water leaked over the edges of the filled container as it was eased up into the air by Grant and Jeremy, standing side by side parallel to the branch. At an angle away from them, hidden among a sparse mixture of shrubbery, Daniel was setting up his camera, peeking the lens out of the fauna.

As soon as their preparation had begun, it drew to a close with the bucket dangling high out of sight past the first decoration of foliage from the large oak. On the trunk of the tree, the end of the rope had been looped and hooked around a nub of a branch broken off which Grant stood guard at, watching the rope closely as though he expected it to inch off the end of the wood hook and foil their plans. Off the the side, Jeremy leaned against the tree he planned to hid in and behind him, ducked behind a curtain of bushes, Daniel sat cross-legged, with ear buds tucked beneath his long hair, leaned over his cellphone. Rikard assumed he was watching some sort of pornography, but didn't dare ask for fear of the boy sharing and opening a can of rock hard worms to deal with for the rest of the night for those here that couldn't stand being uncomfortably hard within the confines of tight-fitting, skinny jeans. For himself, Rikard didn't know where to situate himself or what to do to pass the time until the girls arrived and there was something to observe through their single window, covered with a curtain, that showed the motion of the shadows within the large house.

This concern faded quickly as the fifth hour was reached and the girl's began to arrive. Each one slipping into the house with a greeting that snuck around the house and reached the waiting boy's ears and then became a shadow to watch in the window.

First to arrive was Megan, a pink, roller suitcase warbling its arrival over the decorative rock path that led to the front door. Her voice ringing out with a strident squeal when the door was opened. "Jenna! You look adorable! I baked cookies for us..." Once the front door was shut, their voices were once again lost, but through the window Jenna and Megan were visible as the latter proudly produced a platter, presumably of her cookies.

"She's gonna be the first to go lesbo. I just know it." Daniel's head poked out from the bushes like the scope of a submarine scoping from land. From where Rikard stood, Daniel looked like a dog eagerly awaiting a stick to be thrown, desperate and utterly pleased by the desperation.

Shortly after Megan became a shadow behind the closed curtain of the house, a dark cadillac rolled to rest at the curb in front of the house. The windows a deep shade of gray that hid the passenger inside until she eased herself out of the back door; long, slender legs leading the way as kohl came into view.

Rather than Daniel, Grant was the first to grunt out an adolescent male's sound of appreciation at the appearance of the female, changed out of her school clothes and instead wearing a short, pine-colored miniskirt painted over her developing curves. A pair of modest heels propping her pert backside further into the air and highlighting her toned legs as she strut to the front door of Jenna's home.

"Bow Chica Wow Wow.." Jeremy muttered to himself. His gaze following each step the long-legged girl took till she greeted her girlfriend and slipped into the house. His wide eyes advertising his thoughts as he imagined joining the girl's now, inviting kohl to rest on his lap rather than the couch...

Of the four, Rikard was now the only one thinking clearly, though even his mind wandered to what Jenna was doing, was she wearing her school clothes? Or had she changed into the jean shorts and flannel she favorited being the tomboy she'd been since she'd been young and met Rikard?

As Rikard mind wandered to the more important facts of life, the sun started to set behind the house, the other guests arrived one by one till the porch light went out with a faint, lingering flicker, and all five girls: Megan, kohl, Riana, Penny, and Jenna, had settled into the living room.

"Okay, boys! It's game time here!" Jeremy lifted himself from his tree trunk and moved towards Grant to assist in situating the bucket to be tipped, doubling checking the rope, and giving the bulky teenager a light punch on arm in encouragement. Behind his cloak of foliage, Daniel fiddled with the knobs of his camera, situated the faint green night light, and ducked his head back beneath the cover of his hiding place.

"Ready?" Jeremy whispered across the short distance of night between the teens.

"Ready." The tree gave a faint groan when Grant put his weight gingerly against it. His eyes visible in the pale glow of the moonlight above them when his gaze steadily met Jeremy's question.

"Ready." Daniel's shape was unidentifiable behind the leaves of the bush, but looking towards his voice revealed the small, lime dot of the night vision camera's light.

"Ready." Unlike his friends, Rikard had no tree to lean into and disappear against, nor branches to sit on and be lifted from the line of sight, nor bushes to act as a wall from prying eyes. Rikard was tucked back into the folds of darkness, but in open space that light could pierce with a single flashlight. It was too late to back out now.

"Good, give us a meow then, kitty-kitty!" Jeremy earned himself a small glare lost to darkness but nothing more before Rikard softly cleared his throat and let out a plaintive, but realistic mew. After a short pause, his voice rang out again with a soft meow. A rhythm guiding the noises once Rikard found his voice within the animalistic mimic.

Inside the house, the shadows behind the curtain were shifting, dancing closer and closer until faces filled the light of the window. All five girls were pressed together and illuminated, showing their array of pajamas. The rich silk nightgown of Megan and Kohl in pink and black respectively. A tight fitting crop-top and loose cotton shorts covered part of Riana while Penny covered most of her body with cotton flannel. Jenna wore shorts similar to Riana's, but instead of the skimpy crop-top she wore a loose fitting t-shirt. Despite their differences in clothing, all girls wore the same expression of confusion and intrigue. The mumbles of "What's that?" and "Did you hear?" enough to create a faint buzz through the window, audible to the boys outside.

Knowing that he had their attention, Rikard summoned one last mew from his throat and watched as the girls' mouths made perfect Os and a chorus of "awws" leaked through the glass.

"Let's go find it!" The girls all lept back from the window at Jenna's suggestion. The five faces swimming between the light and the curtain as it fluttered back into place behind them.

"Get ready everyone!" Jeremy hissed. His voice leaking down the the tree like a heavenly figure giving his advice to the mortal realm from above. Once his words died in the air, silence gripped them for a minute till the sound of the front door blasting open frightened away the fickle beast of silence.

"Girls! Shhh! If it hears you you'll scare it!" Jenna was leading the front of the pack. Her hair was brushed to the side of her face and was tousled as though she'd been wrestling. Her shirt, loose but thin, showed the faint spec of her rosebud nipples beneath the fabric. The night air coaxing them out further for the hidden audience.

Megan, in her pink silk, had cast aside her bra and the blunt shape of the rounded orbs were visible. The nub of her hard nipple pushed to the silk-- an angry prisoner pressed to his cell doors. The sight of her, so innocent in pink but the most obvious showing of any of the five girls, was enough to distract the simple mind of Grant. His fingers mimed a breast in front of his like a toddler mimed for juice.

When Grant drew his hands to mime in front of him, the rope of the bucket was set free. The braided cord hung still in the air for one second, then two before it began to slip over the branch of the tree, lowering the bucket suddenly to the ground. With an explosion of metallic screams and the spray of cold water, the boys leapt to life in their escape plan. Daniel was the first to break from his bushy home and fly towards the darkness of the woods. Jeremy followed at his heels after he threw himself from his tree. Grant lingered a short moment before the realization that they were escaping reached him and he lumbered behind Jeremy, several paces behind him. Last was Rikard, who pivoted on his foot to face their escape route, took one large starter step, and stumbled over a thick, twisted root-- a tree foot set out to trip him in mischievous fun.

The sound of the girls behind him filled Rikard's mind as he pushed up from the ground and fled towards the woods, but for a split second when he was rising up from the earth his face was illuminated by the soft light leaking from a phone held up as a flashlight. The phone belonged to Jenna. Rikard had been recognized.

*****

"I can't believe someone was watching us!" Megan's voice jumped to an octave above her regular tone. The shrill edge to her voice echoed slightly in the room and made Penny, who stood beside her, wince from the strident quality.

"I feel so dirty..." With a small side step, Penny edged away from Megan and her sharp toned voice. Against her thigh, her fingers tugged in a fidget on the pant leg of her pajamas.

"You feel dirty? You're wearing full body flannel! Not an inch of you is showing!" Outraged by Penny's shrewdness, Riana pushed into her shoulder and drew her eyes suggestively down the front of Penny's body, highlighting her commentary.

On the fringe of the group, Jenna was silent. Her mind turned over the image of Rikard fleeing into the woods over and over until she looked at her frantically mumbling friends and blurted out, "Rikard was with them!"

As her words hung in the air and then dropped down to die in the ground, silence folded in around the girls as thick as pudding. For a long minute, all conversation was smothered as each person mulled over and digested what had been said until Jenna spoke again, breaking the silence. "Girls, we can't let this go unpunished, but we can't just go back to school and yell at him. We need a plan...and I think I know just what it can be..."

Jenna's voice trailed off as she recalled the hoaxy advertisement that had sprung up onto her laptop the other day with a flashy banner announcing that "Madame Magic can solve *all* your problems! From unrequited love to revenge served cold!" As the other girls disbanded from the sleepover and headed back to their own homes for the night, feeling watched and disturbed still, Jenna was left with the task to track down the perfect plan for revenge for their postponed sleepover in which Rikard would be brought to justice. She just had to choose how...

*****

"That was a close one!" Jeremy gasped when he arrived at the garage once again with Rikard, the other two boys having fled back to their own homes in the hopes of being entirely disconnected from their little crime.

With a twig protruding from his thigh hair and leaves stuck to the surface of his head, Rikard was in no mood to discuss his friend's smooth escape versus his own. "Easy for you to say it was just close! I think they saw me! The light was right in my eyes! If they didn't see my face, I'll be shocked! I'm a dead man, Jer! Do you know what horrible things girls do when they've been scorned?" Rikard has stormed past his friend and into the safety of the garage before he continued to the door that connected to the house, empty now after his parent's departure for their second honeymoon, nearly a month long stay traveling across Europe.

"Dude, calm your tits! No one saw anyone!"

Rikard whirled around and faced his friend, eyes wide with his fright. "No, man! They saw me! I know they saw me! Now get out of here! I'm gonna try and solidify myself a lonely Saturday night alibi by skyping my parents..."

Jeremy shook his head slowly, looking almost disgusted by the comment. "Dude, skyping with your parents during their second honeymoon in the middle of the night. You'll catch them in the middle of a fu--"

"Do not go there! Don't even!"

Jeremy laughed, a hearty chortle that announced his presence all the way down the length of the block. Though he finally did listen to Rikard's command with a casual, "See ya, man." He headed back out the front door of the garage, leaving Rikard in the open, silent space.

Alone at last, Rikard thought back to the split second when he saw Jenna's eyes face his own. "Golly, I'm dead meat.."

*****

On Monday, the students all flooded back into the familiar building of the school. Grant and Daniel both stayed away from Jeremy and Rikard, hoping to be forgotten from their prank until they were sure nothing would come of it while Rikard held no such hope. He felt certain he had been spotted, recognized, and condemned in the short two seconds stumble he took over a root Saturday night. Jeremy, forever the happy-go-lucky guy that he was, didn't stress over being caught in the slightest.

"Would you shut up, Jeremy? I don't wanna someone to over hear and know it was us." Rikard hissed to the taller male beside him as they made their way down the hallway. Rikard already carried all his books and planned to hide out in the classroom to avoid any confrontations in the hallway.

Jeremy paid him no mind and mindlessly chattered straight through Rikard's complaints, oblivious to how well placed Rikard's fear in the girl's was as behind them further back in the hallway, Jenna was sharing her findings with the girl's of her group.

"I found the perfect things, girls. There's a gypsy, down in the city. She's a bent old hag though and she charges outrageous prices for everything-"

"Well that's no good!"

"Shush up, Kohl! That bovver boy's got to be taught a lesson! Besides it's worth the money...It's the perfect revenge.." She leaned in closer to the girls and they huddled around her to protect the fragile, secretive plan.

"It's a collar, that once on, will transform him into a kitty cat! It's perfect because he tricked us by acting like a cat and now we'll make him a real one!"

For a moment, none of the group responds, though Kohl's pouted upper lip and the irritated wrinkle of her brow announce her thoughts on the matter. "That's ridiculous, Jenny. Who would trust some old ghetto chick?"

Jenna's eyes narrowed slightly, irritated that her plan was being insulted. "I hate it when you call me that. Besides, if we all chip in it'll only be $200 each! That's like a month's allowance is all."

Penny fidgeted at Jenna's side, "A-are you sure its worth it? It could be just a scam.." Though before the girl even continued her derogatory speech, Jenna's eyes bore onto hers and a stiff glare shut the nervous redhead up completely.

"It's not a scam at all. I know its not. Now are you in or not?"

Penny shifted. kohl scowled. Riana pouted. Megan whimpered. No one spoke until a minute passed and Megan broke the silence with a small, whiny nod. "Y-yes! I'm in! He deserves it!"

Remembering how she felt after they had glimpsed the neighborhood criminals, Penny quickly joined the bandwagon. "You're right, Meg! I'm in! I have some birthday money that'll cover it!"

Riana looked at her feet, but at last shrugged. "Yeah. I guess you're right. I'll just put off buying my Prada till next month..."

Then all eyes were on Kohl, who kept her scowl for only another short moment before she gave a stiff nod. "Fine! You win! I'm in."

With all girls having agreed, Jenna slowly smiled. Everything was in place. "Now all we have to do is convince Rikard to spy on us all over again...but this time, this time we'll be ready for him."

*****

Monday crawled by for the paranoid Rikard, but as the class was starting to pull to a close and no one had approached him with a confrontation, no one had glared at him, and none of the five girls had treated him any differently than normal. Jenna had actually come crying to him about the creep who interrupted their sleep over and complained that now they would have to do it all over again next weekend. When she'd done so, Rikard almost felt like it was a trap, but that feeling passed when she hugged him so tightly her kitty-cat brooch pressed into his shoulder and her breath tickled his neck.

"It'll be okay," He promised. "This sleepover will be better."

In her mind, Jenna had agreed full heartedly. This one would be better because this time the perp wouldn't get away.

Rikard was oblivious to the scheming and as Monday ended, Tuesday began, and the week started to speed past he began his own conniving. He was going to visit their sleepover again, but this time he'll go alone to ensure that nothing will go wrong. If only he knew just how wrong it would go...

*****

"Okay. This is easy. No pranks or pervs..Just me and a little bit of spying. There's nothing wrong with that. Houses have windows for a reason. The lotion and tissues in my back pocket are *not* incriminating. I have no bad intents for this visit. I'm just out for a walk in the woods..whispering to myself, why am I whispering to myself? Gosh, I'm already going insane and I'm not even there yet.." Rikard muttered to himself as he made his way through the woods to Jenna's house once again, this time in solitude without the clunky camera for Daniel's masturbation collection or the noisy bucket that had nearly gotten them caught in the first place. It was just himself this time, alone on a mission to solve a bit of his own curiosity. After all, every boy he talked to gave a different description about what went on during sleepovers and he wanted to know the truth. Did they all practice kissing on each other? Share porn? Did they touch their own boobs? Squish them to each other in naked hugs? Did they just chat? Or did they just chat about the boys they'd been with? Did they laugh at guys with small penis's? Did Rikard have a small penis? He had so many questions and he hoped to resolve them at the sleepover, this time without ever being seen.

As he reached the dimly lit side of Jenna's home, where the light from the living room once again streamed outside, this time through only the thin overlay curtain with the thick, privacy curtain pulled back giving him a glimpse of the girl's inside. The melody of their giggling filled his ears and he pushed up closer to the window, stealing a glimpse-- inside the house the girl's once again wore only their pajamas, though even Penny now showed some skin with her flannel, long-sleeved top open over top of a lacy tank top that showed the small curve of her budding breasts. Megan, Riana, and kohl were equally as undressed as last time. Though as he peered into the window, Rikard didn't spot Jenna. A confused wrinkle pinched his forehead as he pondered this. Jenna was missing from her own sleepover? It didn't make sense!

From behind him, a voice suddenly exploded, "Missing someone!" and then a pressure pushed Rikard against the side of the house. The plump squish of bra-less breasts pushed to his back and Jenna's voice tickled at his neck. "You should be more careful." She scolded and then a click rang out into the night as the collar was secured around Rikard's neck, freshly purchased the day before from Madame Magic for the hefty price of $1000.

"Jenna! What are you doing!?" Rikard tried to demand, but as Jenna pulled him inside only a plantative mewl escaped his lips. The tone high and shrill, just like his human voice would have been, but without the words.

"You were a naughty, naughty boy spying on our sleepover last time! And now you have to pay!" Jenna's hand stayed clamped tight on the collar as she tugged Rikard's squirming body into the threshold of her home. The sight of him, like a prized pheasant being carried back by a trusty hunting dog, brought squeals of excitement from the half-naked girls in the living room.

"Oh Rikard, you spied on us! How could you!" Megan whined at him, looking as fiendish as Rikard believed she could managed.

"You ruined our fun!" Kohl's flare was a knife that cut through Rikard's defenses and made him shrink back until something else grabbed his attention away from their scolding words. On the top of his head, deep within his thick hair, Rikard's scalp itched. Not just a small itch one can ignore until it disappears but a deep, painful itch as though his skin was being unthreaded and opened for additional changes to his figure. The itch travels from his scalp to his ears, an itchy trail connecting the two as his ears begin to shift. The curved edges flare out slightly and expanded, a feeling of being tugged on and stretched filling the mute Rikard. As they expanded, the fleshy transformation drew his ears upwards towards the top of his head, tracing them along the guiding itch as they make a point. Each ear now a symmetrical triangle on either side of his head-- the inside of each triangle as faint pink.

"Oh my gosh! He has cat ears! It's working!" Penny exclaimed at the sight. Her shock at the expensive collar truly doing what seemed to be an impossible task faded quickly as she started to giggle at the ridiculous sight. The smooth skinned teenager was normal except for a pair of twitching, true-life cat ears that had sprouted out of his own, originally human ears.

As they laugh, giggling almost hysterically together as something straight from a cheesy Hollywood movie comes to life in the living room beside them, Rikard's skin began to itch. As though he was covered from head to toe in small, pinprick mosquito bites, his skin rippled with the sudden itchy sensation. His eyes fluttered open wide and both hands dropped to his leg, peeled up his pant leg where the itch had focused and scratched furiously. The skin of his leg, pale and white, broke apart as inch by square inch patches of hair started to break through the surface of his skin, growing at an unnatural, accelerated speed. The sudden sight drew attention to him and triggered a memory in Jenna's mind. "The lady! The gypsy said that under the spell he has to follow every command, like a big pussy cat!"

"Oooh! Make him act like a big kitty!" Megan urged, suddenly invested in the oversized game of charades that began the instant the collar around Rikard's neck had been clasped and tightened around him.

kohl, with a faint gleam of growing mischief in her eyes, leaned closer to Rikard with a nearly predatorial smile. "Before me make him act like a kitty. I think he should be dressed like a kitty." She paused, letting the question about her meaning settle into the minds of her teenaged counterparts. "Dressed meaning naked except for the skin he was born with, or should I say, fur?"

For a moment, silenced settled down amongst the slumber-party goers as the statement was digested. While most looked neutral, somewhere between intrigued and confused, Megan's jaw was loose on the hinge and seemed to dangle beneath an open mouth. When shock wore off, she pondered her own innocence and at first, looked as though she planned to scoff at the statement. However, after she stared at Rikard for another series of long, silent seconds with the only sounds in the room the faint sch-sch-sch of Rikard scratching frantically at the budding fur on his legs, her expression changed to one of curious interest. As though she was peeking over the edge of an observatory deck onto a city she'd never seen and the sight had inspired a visit within. She had never before scene a naked boy other than glimpses of her numerous brothers while their diapers had been changed and when she pictured it, and with the opportunity presented to her, she suddenly wanted to. "I-I agree! Let's strip him!"

A grin settled over Kohl's smooth lips, glossed over with a faint sheen. "Megan agrees with me. Who else does?"

Until that moment, Rikard had let the girl's drift out of his mind as he blindly tried to soothe the burning itch that coated his skin. Though now, his thoughts were starting to refocus. Eyes fell to where his hands grasped his calf, clutching it in a hope of soothing the crawling scratch that swept over each portion as the fur sprouted up through his skin. As his sight hit his skin, where tufts of fur sparsely decorated the flesh, a shock wave broke through the boy. He had known changes were starting when the cat ears sprouted from his skull, but his mind had not created a mental image strong enough to prepare Rikard for the sight of seeing his own legs, familiar down to each nick and scab, covered in patch alien fur, unknown to his long-known map of his own body. In response, Rikard felt his jaw drop, out of his control, into a look of slack-jawed shock at himself. A nervous sweat broke over his forehead and a shock of regret leaked into his gut, the first of many that would follow as the changes continued.

On the edge of the group of girl's, only half watching Kohl convince each girl in turn to agree with her plan for their feline-in-creation, Jenna's eyes watched young Rikard witness the fruition of her planning. A satisfied smirk spread over her lips, a soft mumble of self-appreciation leaked into the air, and she leaned close to Rikard: "Do you regret it yet? Regret spying? Of trying to spy again? Do you regret crossing me?"

At her words, Rikard squirmed slightly, a gut reaction after Jenna had been the one to jump out at him outside the house. His eyes were wide when they met hers, questioning and hurt-- almost as compelling as a true kitten's wide-eyed seduction.

"Nice try, Rick-cat. You know what you did was wrong. This is just payback."

When Jenna spoke a second time, the rest of the girls overheard, having finished their discussion among themselves; "You mean stripping him will be the payback?" Penny questioned for the others. kohl already inched towards the collared boy in anticipation, smirking with delight at the agreement to her plan.

Jenna cooley met her friend's gaze, smiling before she responded, "Oh no, Penny. This, "A hand gestured over the area of space Rikard sat in, looking miserable as fur continued to crawl up his legs with the mission to coat every inch in the downy fluff while Kohl sat beside him, eyeing the buckle to his jeans. "This is just the beginning..."

"Merrrow!" Rikard let out a feline schriek when Kohl suddenly lunged forward and slender, tanned fingers captured the small, copper tag of his zipper. A sharp zzt rang out in the room when the zipper parted. The dull gray of Rikard's boxer's beneath poked through the opening, enough to give the audience of teenaged girls a cause to giggle softly amongst themselves though their eyes didn't leave the show before them that Kohl put on, using Rikard as a prop in her game, the mouse to her cat, while in fact he played both roles.

Intrigued and eager to extend his surprise, Jenna darted to Kohl's aid, each girl clutched at the hem of Rikard's pant leg. Both pairs of eyes bore up towards his face, where wide eyes and an open mouth displayed Rikard's stunned silence.

"Tug on three." Jenna instructed, a rough edge to her voice either from the excitement of the situation, of being in charge, and watching such impossible changes occur or from another, unknown but related source of excitement, possibly even arousal.

Kohl gave a curt nod. "One."

"Two." Jenna stared forward at Rikard, letting him see the gleam of delight in her eyes. The glint of power.

Eager for more, the watching girls all chorused together, "Three!"

A sharp tug jolted the loose jeans around Rikard's hips and sent his butt towards the pair of girls at the end of his body. The strength of their jerk smoothly releasing his jeans off of his legs, leaving the patchy splotches of fur that crawled up to knee-height now visible along with the expanse of bare skin leading up to the hem of his gray boxers. The faint bulge of his groin hidden behind the thin fabric. On his face, Rikard wore a face of shock as air spread over his legs, chilling the naked flesh and sending a chill down his spine.

"Oh no! He looks cold girls!" Megan whined dramatically, though with the edge of sarcasm hinting at her intentions.

"Oh you mean cold like I was when I had to chase a peeping tom in my pajamas last weekend?!" Riana responded, as if on cue, with a broad grin of amusement plastered over her plump lips.

Megan cackled with delight at the smooth comparison and moved in to Rikard's side, "I think you were wearing a little less, Riana! We had better make it a fair comparison here!" With her words, small hands tugged up his shirt. A soft mewl of complaint leaving the male's lips before a deep blush of magenta spread over his cheeks and neck and he fell silent with teeth secured on his lip to ensure silence. Between the group effort of the six hands of Kohl, Jenna, and Megan, Rikard held no chance of keeping his t-shirt on and it soon draped over the floor beside his pants, leaving only socks and boxers covering his flesh.

"This look fair?" Megan prodded, though Jenna quickly interjected with a small shake of her head.

"It wasn't fair of Rikard to spy was it?" All the girls around gave a small shake of their heads. "No. It wasn't. So why should our comparisons be fair? We don't have to be fair to this little kitty! He wasn't fair to us!"

A cry of agreement rang out in the living room once before Penny and Riana descended in amongst the girl's already cluttered around the male. Their hands fell upon him like vulture's on a forgotten carcass and pillaged for the fabric of socks and boxers. Within the minute, Rikard's penis had wilted against his body beneath the chill of open air and the scrutinizing gazes of five teenaged girls. A spark of laughter began at the sight.

"Look at it! It looks so much smaller than the ones I've seen!" Kohl gasped out, giggling instantaneously.

"It looks like a depressed sausage!"

"Sausage! Not even! A wrinkled caterpillar!"

A chorus of laughter drifted through the air and assaulted Rikard's ears, making his face glow with the heavy blush that bled through his skin while the fur on his legs continued to spread over the skin, much like his blush spread down his neck and onto his chest in true, deep humiliation at their amused mockery of his genitals.

Suddenly, looking unamused by the revelry, Jenna barked at the girls, "Girls, you sound like trouble makers! Keep your mouths clean!" Though a small pause, a hesitation of savory for her anticipation illuminated different intentions than reprimanding her friends. "Speaking of clean, why don't you give yourself a good tongue bath, Rikard?"

With a bewildered expression caught in his wide eyes, Rikard feels himself bend backwards. His still-human tongue drew down his back in a long stroke while his spine flexed with a range of movement he lacked in his full, true, and human form. Over and over his tongue returned to the peak of his shoulder and glides its way down, "cleaning" his back.

With a soft squeak, Penny suddenly started to giggled and tugged her phone out from the pocket in her flannel top. The sudden glint of the phone's camera piece giving Rikard another thing to whimper about as he dutifully cleaned himself like an oversized cat.

"This is so worth $200 dollars!"

All five girls giggled and snapped pictures of Rikard in various positions of cleaning; bent over to wash his back, stretched forward for his legs where fur tufts caught in his mouth unpleasantly, and rocked back with his tongue on his paws to rub over his face, twisted in a grimace.

"You know what this reminds me of?" Megan demanded spontaneously as she let her phone return to the floor beside her, bored already of photographing the boy.

"What?" Riana's phone too returned to its original place and its flash is removed from Rikard's scene where he now finished with cleaning on ear and moved to the other. Her eyes flicked away from Rikard and instead to her friend.

"That one movie where the girl falls into love with the man trapped in a dog's body so she does a spell to transform herself to be with him and then he does all this work to transform into a human and then they are trapped apart!" A soft squeal followed her words, like her excitement was too great to be contained by her body and it had to escape into the room in the form of her squeal.

"Oooh! Yes! Let's watch that! I think it's on Netflix..." A flurry of motion ensued as the girls resettled into the plush couch, leaving Rikard on the floor in front of them, still finishing his careful cleaning. Their eyes all swiveled to the television and glomped onto the screen, welcoming the start of the introduction to the emotional tale while Rikard heard the dialogue to the film as the backdrop to his body's strange transformation.

"Don't you understand, my dearest? I can never be with you if you're a dog! We could never be close this way! You body is like a deep cavern between us...if only I could jump over the distance..." The actress kneeled in front of a shaggy-haired mutt, whose tongue dangled from his mouth in an expression of deep longing.

The canine's response was a simple bark laced with his true romantic feelings, though Rikard seemed to think he heard a trace of the meaning in it. He thought the dog might have said "Squirrel." As the movie reached its first point, the conflict was revealed and the plot began its crawl towards the finish line, the plotting of Rikard's fur crawled onwards as well. His toes, though still human, were covered in the thick pelt of a feline. A soft caramel colored fur covered each toe and over the top of each foot with a faint layer of downy white peeking from beneath with thick tufts between each toe. Up his legs, nearly reaching his knee, the fur was thick and full like that of a grown cat. Though up onto his knee patches of skin still shown through they were steadily disappearing as each passing minute brought more fur breaking through his flesh all while the movie continued.

"Oh! My sweet puppy! How I long for us to be free from this divide between us! Our species shouldn't keep up apart!" On the couch where the girls clustered together like sardines in a sealed can, Megan's lips followed the lines of the on-screen characters. Every overly mushy monoloque that left from the screen aligned with another development in Rikard's transformation from human to feline. While the love-blinded heroin of the romance cursed her human nature, Rikard longed to hold onto his. The fur that coated his lower legs spread avoce his knees and reached the tops of his thighs within the first fragment of the film. The limited tufts of newly sprouted fur sparse over his groin with downy newborn fluff, like that of a kitten, fair and soft as velvet. Like the girls watching their film and agonizing alongside the characters with no way to intervene, Rikard reached the state of passive witness to the traveling fur. His eyes tracked each new burst of additional pelt, but his complaints had fallen silent. The shock value waned and left the boy in a state of hapless waiting: waiting for the film to end and waiting till the fur consumed his bare, human skin.

"I want to change! I'll give away my humanity to be with my love!" The young woman had located an aging, wart-decorated witch and chose recklessly to become a canine to join her lover. The on screen transformation one of smoke and a lingering haze before it revealed the off-white shape of the newly transformed poodle at the foot of the caster. Even with his limited attention on the screen, Rikard picked up what had transgressed and a smirk covered his lips at the irony of the film and its weak transformation when compared to his own that grew exponentially more dramatic as the film reached its midpoint. The fur that had crawled from his toes now reached his chest and weakly reaching to his neck. In addition, beneath the coating of caramel-golden fur his toes had shortened and toenails had morphed into slender, pointed claws. Though his human shape in body structure held overall, his feet grew the leathery pads of a feline's paws and the claws of such a paw, grown from his own toenails. Also, the fur that covered his groin had also covered another transformation there, where before his limp shaft had rested out in the open, it was now hidden within the casing of a sheath, lightly coated in short fur the same yellow shade. Upon noticing the change, Rikard had instinctively wanted to investigate the new anatomy, but imagining the girls once again flocking around to mock him as they had his human penis had stopped him before his eyes even lingered on the sheath for more than a few moments. In an attempt to be forgotten and thus less tortured by the mob of estrogen, Rikard stayed as inconspicuous as possible, passively watching the girls alongside his body's changes.

"You silly darling! What have you done! I changed myself to be with you and you changed to be with me! What fools we are! We should never had changed ourselves for a relationship when we were happy being different!" The male actor, now transformed from his former canine self, was as wonderful a performer as his female counterpart had been earlier in the film. His task of announcing the morale of the story one that was bluntly thrown to the audience. Though the girls, especially Megan, seemed oblivious to the failure in scripting. However, as the credit began to scroll down the length of the plasma screen television, the group of five dispatched from the couch and their attention once again swivelled to Rikard.

"Oh my goodness! Look-it!" Penny's eyes jolted open to the size of a fifty-cent piece and one arm flew up into the air, finger extended towards where Rikard leaned against the side of the couch, looking weary. "He even has a tail now!"

Sure enough, just as the redhead had announced, a slender tail danced slowly in the air behind Rikard, sprouted just above his butt where his spine stretched out into the extended appendage. At the attention, the tip seemed to notice and tapped against the floor in an unaccompanied beat. Jenna glanced at the change, but seemed less impressed as the other four girls. She had known what changes would occur, he was becoming a cat, a tail was obviously a part of the package. However, she didn't voice her commentary directly.

"Come on, girls. This slumber party isn't all about Rikard is it?" A smooth, charming smile held her lips. "It's about us. Us and which one of us is better at pillow fighting!" A battle cry blurted from her mouth while a feather-filled cushion flew threw the air and collided into Riana's slick, straightened hair.

"Hey!" The girl yelped, mostly in surprise, before she clutched onto the pillow with a snarl curling her lips. "Oh yeah!? We'll see about that!" Again the pillow charged through the air like a bull after a glimpse of red, headed straight towards Jenna till she ducked, and the pillow crashed into Kohl's freshly glossed lips.

"You witch!" She hissed, another guttural sound of preparation filling the air before a full on battle broke out within the living room. All five girls growled and hissed their failures and shrieked with the victories. The air in the room swelled with the noises of the onslaught while Rikard watched, speechless.

"Hey Penny! Is that all you've got? Oh yeah! It is! It must be because your tits are as flat as a road!"

"Khol! You're such a bitch! My boobs aren't even small!"

"You're right! They're not a hole in your chest yet, so at least your matching the size of Rikard's boobs!"

A rich groan exploded and interrupted Khol's abusive monoloque as Penny attack met its target. Inspired by the hard hit, the other uninvolved girls doubled their efforts to injure one another. The battle lasted through a solid half hour before Megan let out a whimper and slid to the floor with an exhausted sigh and a growl from her gut.

"You're right, Megan's Stomach! I think it's time for some snacks!" Jenna transitioned sweetly, even cheerfully ruffling the seated girl's hair before she headed into the kitchen. When she returned with a tray of dainty sandwiches, expertly cut vegetables, and chocolate-dipped strawberries spread on a tray along with a bottle of a sparkling fruit wine. Once she placed down the initial spread of food for the girls, Jenna's grin broadens as she pulls a white cartoon from behind her back. On the label, a smiling farmer embraces a speckled cow with the caption "Jeff Thomas of Jeff Thomas Dairy Farm Products Inc." Alongside the picture a stream of text announced, "Best milk in the nation."

"Just a little something for our feline friend.." She introduced with that same, amused grin. With one hand, she situated a shallow saucer on the ground while the other poured the milk from high above, splattering a few droplets of the creamy beverage onto the floor.

Instantly at the sight, Rikard's nose gave a short twitch. The freshly added whiskers that poked out on either side twitched as he breathed in deeply, intoxicated by the scent and overcome with sudden desire. Without a rational, human thought, Rikard pounced to the short bowl on all fours. His now dropped to the ground and his bare butt lifted high, tail flickering, before a broad pink tongue rolled out and dove into the drink.

For a moment, all the girls fell silent and the wet slurps of the eager human-feline hybrid filled the room. His eyes never wavered from the bowl, however, even in the awkward lull of silence. Quickly, the girls chuckled and brushed off the experience and turned their attention to their own snacks. Their fingers occupied with sandwiches while their mouths focused on the sweet, rare treat of wine.

Within the half hour, Khol had hiccuped a strawberry-scented burp and eyed the now empty saucer on the floor. A suggestive glint formed in her eyes before she leaned closer and proposed. "He lapped that up so well. What else do you girls think he could lap up?"

Despite her innocent appearance, it's Penny who perked up first at the chance to segway into the content every girl waited for at a sleepover-- the smut. "I dare you to let him lick you, Khol! No-no! I double dog, triple-dog, whatever! DO it!"

Faced with the dare that acted as more inspiration and permission, Khol eyed Rikard, who while he was discussed had paused in the idle licking of his paw and the grooming of his half-furred face to stare at the group.

"You heard her, kitty. Give her a good licking!" Jenna barked before she gave a glare to Khol, silently commanding that she get on with it as well. In response, the girl blushed faintly, nodded, and peeled down her panties, letting her nightgown pool around her waist.

"Here kitty, kitty, kitty..." She crooned, shyly watching as Rikard is compelled to crawl towards her. His slowly changing nose twitched with each step as it breathed in the rich scent of the female's sex. The last few inches from his spasming nose and her pink, glistening lips closed when he buried his face down against her crotch. A deep breath tickled her sensitive skin while Rikard reveled in the intoxicating mixture of a female's scent before his tongue, still smooth, drew over the slit of her sex.

A moan leapt from her throat. Under the gaze of her four friends, Khol shuddered with a weak whimper and her hips eagerly bucked up towards the mouth that serviced her. Rikard, finding the taste of the girl sweet, lapped faster, eagerly, and without pause. Sloppy sounds of slurping filled the room.

As if the nectar of her sex was a trigger to his changes, the final stages of the transformation fell over Rikard while he drank down the leaking juices from Khol's snatch. His tongue, formerly human, had grown the signature roughness of a feline and the sandpapery texture teased over Khol's throbbing, screaming clitoris as another howl of human pleasure filled the room. His tail thrashed madly when her tunnel flexed tighter, close to its final spasms. His whiskers thickened. The fur on his cheeks closed in around his features. Khol's moans fell silent to be replaced by harsh, edge-of-glory panting. His nose went flat and pinkened. Within the space of her tight sex, his muzzle extended further and bumped the dainty nose into her clit while at the same time his rough tongue forced into her sex and dragged over the rough patch of her g-spot.

"Ohhh!" A shriek brought the air and at last, Rikard's tongue was seized within the spasming of the girl's orgasming tunnel before a wave of juices hit his mouth and nose, bled into the fur and matted it to his skin beneath.

"Oh my.." Penny's cheeks were a dark pink when Khol's orgasm finally faded and the focus scattered away respectively, though Penny's attention scattered to where Rikard's shaft stood out against his faint fur, the sheath no longer hiding the long, rock-hard rod of feline flesh.

Quickly, all ten eyes locked onto the impressive appendage. The knowledge that the night would end soon, just when things had gotten so interesting, and after so much fun already lingered in the back of everyone's head, making the sight of him all the more intriguing. It was the chance for the grand finale.

"I think... we need to have a final match of pillow fighting..." Riana suggested, voice weak when she began but strengthening as she grew in confidence and eagerness to prove herself. "This time...whoever the loser is has to take that." Her finger darted up and jabbed towards the glimmering, pre soaked length of Rikard's shaft.

A collective gasp shuddered through the room. To be mounted by a creature like Rikard, practically an animal...what could be more humiliating! Nothing! It was such a bold challenge, however, you could say no.

Thus, a battle ensued once again. This time, no laughter was intermixed into the battle cries and each time a pillow was dropped to the ground it was a sign of failure, the loss of the hero's sword. Within five minutes, only Riana and Jenna were left standing, each with hoarse labored breathing.

"I will not lose!" Riana's leg thrust forward, faking an attack from the right though her arms twisted and the pillow sailed in from the opposite side. Jenna noticed the fake-out, but a moment to short. Her balance faltered and she tumbled onto the carpet below.

"Ha! I told you! I have won, and you, you have lost."

Respectful silence hung around the room as Jenna nodded and stripped out of her shorts. Rikard stared at her, dumbfounded when her butt lifted into the air from a doggystyle positioning on the plush carpet of the living room floor. The other four girls are only an audience as they watched, huddled together, and silent.

Slowly, Rikard creeped behind the girl. His eyes studied the swell of her backend, more carefully than he had looked at Khol. Despite his feline body, Rikard's mind knew this was the girl he'd fantasized about for years. With his broad, sandpaper tongue he welcomed her sex to the open air with a gentle lick from the bottom of her slit up over the pearl of her clitoris.

"Ohh!" A squeal exploded at the lick and the sudden gleam of her arousal dribbled over her lips. With the sudden determination of an animal to mate, Rikard's tongue raked back over her sex and urged her natural lubrication to a copious level before his front end perked up. A short hop brought his hips behind her. His upper body hunched over her back while the tip of his barbed cock dragged against her lip, summoning another whimper from her lips.

As his hips thrusted forward fluidly, claiming the girl's snatch with a full stroke to hilt into side her, Rikard's chest hummed to life with a full purr. He was a happy kitty.

Steadily, with the hard pace of an animal concerned with mating, Rikard rutted the smaller teenaged girl beneath him. Her whimpers morphed into full squeals as the barbs dragged along the sensitive walls of her sex with each withdraw and smoothly stretched her once again with each re-hilting of the long shaft. Over her back, Rikard licked at his neck, nipping the tender skin while he pounded into her, hips slapping into her butt over and over and over again till he froze, slammed into her with his balls rested against her butt, and then exploded.

The first stream splattered within her and painted the walls, but the second deluge washed upwards towards her womb, filling the tight cave of her sex with stream after stream till the warmth of hiscum sent Jenna following over the cliff of orgasm. The addition of her own sexual juices causing a steady leak from between where the bodies met together.

Within a moment of cumming and the last droplet of cum leaked out from him, Rikard's body seized and jolted behind her. His shape, before leaning over him with the upper hand in size of most teenaged boys versus their female counterparts, shrunk down. The transformation was completing. Rikard changed from being an oversized feline to being the true thing, his shape small and plush behind Jenna's leaking snatch.

Exhausted from her release and blind to her companions own state's of mind, Jenna grabbed for Rikard's collar, shrunken down with him, and drags him into her bed down the hall. As the girls out in the living room turn to each other with the hope for release forefront in their minds, Jenna pulls Rikard into the smell of her bosom, only covered by the thin t-shirt she wore, the only piece of clothing on her body as she slips into a deep, exhausted sleep, with her revenge and her sexual need sated.

All through the night, Jenna and her coiled feline companion sleep within shifting in the bed and disturbing eachother. When the sun rose into the sky and bled its light across the sky, when the girls woke from the living room and escorted themselves to the front door, and when the local church bells chimed 12 times Jenna and Rikard slept till at last the final echo of the church's sounds roused Jenna with a tired whine that in turn awoke the purring feline.

Within his mind, trapped in a feline body, Rikard felt shockwaves go through him, equally at being a cat and being sleeping naked against the girl of all his desires. With a smile, Jenna's hand crawls down and tickles his stomach affectionately; "Don't ya worry. I'll change ya back before your parents come home next week. Let's see if I can teach ya to catch a mouse by then."