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Harlequin's Superstitious Feeling is playing on the radio, and lightning fills the skies. A rainy, stormy Halloween, perhaps a bit too cliché for some. The rain makes it hard to see what's ahead. His car is a 2005 Toyota Camry, ancient and painted dark brown. Damn thing still worked, thank God. But he knows its only a matter of time before something gives, transmission, engine, anything. And still he kept driving. He got into the music, flowing into it, and then-

What the hell was that? He saw a dark shape, running away from him. It looked like a woman, in a long black cloak. Not a surprise, considering that it was Halloween. Thinking it was just another lost costumed trick-or-treater, he tried to pull up alongside her, but she kept on running. He notices that she takes a sharp right, down a hastily paved road in poor condition. He notices what appears to be a large, ornate mailbox, long weathered. On either side of his car, the land stretched out for miles, nothing but flat grassland all around him. As he drove down the long driveway, he saw something straight out of a horror movie. A big mansion, with garrets and a pointed rooftop, one giant cliché after another. He decided that there was no other choice, he would follow this woman. He didn't notice the moon went to hide behind the clouds; the only light was from his headlights, a bright yellow-white. It wasn't long before his headlights lit up the stereotypical creepy mansion.

And of course, his damn car just ups and starts to taper off, the engine making a worrying sputtering sound. He had insurance, but it would only go so far.

"Useless piece of shit! Why now?!"

Stopping the car a few metres away, he cut the engine. Worrying that it might not start up again, he decided to take his ID, his keys, and his wallet. He didn't know if he would need them or not, but he figured he might as well be safe than sorry. Dressed in a green hoodie, with a black shirt underneath, insulated jogging pants, with grey running shoes. His ID had him as Matthew Therris, average black haired American, average height, average build, in short, a stereotypical guy from a horror movie. Yet another cliché. What was next, he wandered into Frankenstein's mansion?

There wasn't much to Matthew, or as his buddies called him, Matt. He'd been on his way to visit a friend, who was in love with anime. Last he'd heard, his buddy was making a living at a CD shop, enough to support his box set DVD buying habit. He still had his phone, so Matt pulled up his texts, and went to message him:

HEY, GOIN TO BE LATE.

The little symbol on the phone's screen whirled and whirled, until:

K MAN, U SHOULD LAY LOW, STORM'S PRETTY BAD.

"Figures. Doesn't know where I am." Matt muttered. "He's thick as a brick."

With a "hmm", Matt texted back:

OK DEN. AT SOME MANSION. SEE U N THE MORNING.

Within minutes, his friend texted back:

LOL. HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

With a "hmph", Matt put his phone back in his pocket. He was now standing under the awning of the mansion, the doors were shut. The rain was now falling heavily, and thunder began to roll in earnest. It'd be best to get out of the rain. The doors in front of him were black, with those old fashioned ring knockers within easy reach. Nervously, he reached up to the knocker and brought it down once.

* * *

Boom! The sound stunned him, making him step back a bit. He was about to knock again when the doors opened. Stepping into the mansion, he was taken aback by what he saw. Instead of dark, dingy, and decrepit, the place was well lit. Electric lights flanked him, and there was a coat stand to his left. The light was a bright yellow, and it was only the entranceway for the mansion. After hanging his hoodie on the coat stand, he walked down a hallway. The floor was a dark wood, he couldn't tell what kind. The walls were coloured black, and there were gold silk ribbons everywhere. Ribbons of silk were tied all around him, on the walls and from the ceiling. There were paintings on the walls, three on each side. One in particular showed a grisly scene of a man burned and hanged at the stake, the plaque reading: "An Execution of a Madman, 1441 A.D." Another showed a saint's martyrdom, burned at the stake. Each painting was separated by a red line of paint.

Upon proceeding down the hallway, Matt reached what looked like the living room. There was no TV, and a lot of books. There was a fireplace, with numerous pokers, all sharp and pointy. Above the fireplace was a mantelpiece, gold. Inscribed was thus: "Remember the Creed of the Order: Do as thou wilt." That sounded real familiar, like he heard it before. Was it from a movie, or a book? He couldn't remember. There was a large, exquisite chair near the fireplace, this was gold and black. He went to sit down, and gasped at how the chair felt. It felt luxurious, comfortable. The fire in front of him was burning decently, he thought he remembered a small chimney, next to one of the garrets...

"You, lost one. Come."

A voice from behind Matt made him jump.

"Who the fuck're you?" He bolted out of the chair and saw...

The woman from before. She still had the black cloak, except now he could see that she wore a hood. What he could see was that she was pale, and had light pink, almost white lips. He couldn't see her eyes, they were hidden by the hood. He noticed that she was wearing sapphire and silver sandals.

"Follow me. My mistress wishes to see you." With that, she turned and walked down a side passage. When she saw that he didn't follow her, she turned to face him and beckoned him. He had no choice but to follow her. They walked down a long, black hallway, lit by electric lamps. These were all in silver casings, their light was a bright white. Matt felt uneasy, as if he shouldn't be here. His sense of unease remained, even as they exited the hall. They emerged into a sort of natural cavern, with its own skylight. The rain had stopped, and the moon shone on through, lighting a circle in the middle. There were statues of cats all around, especially around the circle. It was then that he saw the 'mistress' that the mysterious woman spoke of.

The mistress was seated on a throne of sorts, black stone. As with the rest of the manor, there were gold decorations everywhere, even on the throne itself. The light from the circle kept her in shadow, but from what he could see, she was clothed in golden robes, like what you'd see in a fantasy book. Upon noticing Matt, she rose from the throne and walked into the light.

She didn't look like he would expect. She wasn't ugly, or obviously evil. She had long blonde hair, a pale, thin face. Her eyes were an innocent blue, and were easily visible. She seemed to be the innocent one, if only to dull the foreboding that Matt felt.

"Who is this, my familiar?" She had a high, clear voice. No particular accent, he noted.

Familiar? That term sounded oddly enough... where had he heard that before? Something about witches and demons, what was it now...

"He is a lost wanderer, mistress. I have chosen him this night."

"Look, I don't know who you are, but what do you want with me?" Matt tried to sound defiant, but anyone could have noticed that he's nervous. His hands shook with tension.

The blonde turned to him, and said, "He doesn't know, does he? Reveal yourself, my familiar."

And with that, the other woman took off her hood to reveal... What the-?

Long black hair, an exquisite looking face, with a high nose, high cheekbones, and a heart shaped chin, along with dark green cat's eyes. An exotic face, to be sure, but what struck him was the two black furred cat's ears sticking from the top of her head. She looked like one of those characters that that one buddy of his, what was his name, would go on and on about. Harper, that was his name, now he remembered. If he remembered correctly, the specific character was called...

"You," Matt said, "you're a nekomimi, aren't you?" He felt a sense of awe, that he was not worthy of meeting her eyes. It was a good thing he didn't look up, as her eyes flashed with rage.

He felt the hit before he saw her move. With a resounding smack, she hit him with her right hand, a dreadful blow that sent him back a few steps.

"Was it something I said?" What the hell was going on? Was this some sort of joke? He didn't have time to react before he was slapped again.

"You... don't you dare compare me with those... disgraces!" She spat, and hit him again.

"I am more than they!" She hit him with her left hand.

"Do you understand me?!" Right hand.

"Do you know what I am?!" Left.

"I am a high ranking familiar!" Yet again, the right hand. Those nails of hers hurt, a burning sensation that lingered. Such was her indignation.

"Do you believe that I, a feline demon of the highest order, a servant to the Lady, am like those disgraces!? The way they are so submissive... Disgusting! NO REAL CAT WOULD DARE DO WHAT THESE 'NEKOMIMI' HAVE DONE! We felidae are superiour, always have been! Those... failures would kneel before anything if it had a large enough cock! A disgrace to all felines! A real cat would dominate, teaching those who are lower than they their place. If it were our way, those humans in those comics would be kneeling before us! The Lady would not tolerate such disgrace, you do well to remember that, human. If the Lady were to find out about them, it would be the Breeding Altars for at least-"

"Renkar, enough!" The mistress snapped, interrupting her servant's tirade. Her eyes were now blue ice, and her rage was palpable. Matt shuddered, drawing back. Luckily, Renkar's nails did not cut deep, but there was blood on his face. The mistress walked over to Matt, and lifted his face to hers.

"Are you worthy?" She asked him, "Do you wish to live forever?"

"What- what kind of question is that? Are you... going to kill me?" Matt's heart thundered in fear, he didn't want to die, not by a dagger to the heart.

The mistress held his gaze. "No," she said, "you won't die. You will provide for my servant. She desires heirs, and you will provide. But not as a human." She took a position in the centre of the circle, and bid Renkar to bring him forward. It now stood that the three of them were in the circle, the two females flanking the lone male human.

"Take his clothes, and remove your robes, for I shall begin the rite." The mistress bid Renkar to do this, and she began to strip the human emotionlessly. Matt tried to protest, but found that he couldn't move. The mistress looked on at the proceedings.

"You can't move because of my magic, a simple Paralysis spell. Despite what you think of me, I am actually quite powerful, a high ranking Crowleyan mage. Do you know what magic we mages specialize in?" By then, Renkar had the poor human shirtless, and was working on his pants. He was slightly pale, as Matt had lost his summer tan. He was neither thin nor thick, nor heavily muscled. He could feel Renkar against him, a spot of warmth, and he felt strangely calm. The demon had pulled off his pants with ease, revealing black briefs. She was wrenching off his shoes when the mistress spoke again.

"Since you can't answer, I'll do it for you. We Crowleyan mages specialize in sex magic, and are masters at manipulating love and lust as we see fit. The Order I belong to is quite... expressive during it's meetings. The Goddess who commands my familiar is fallen, but wishes to regain her power through us, her servants. When you both are naked, Renkar, I'll make him suitable for you." She had turned her head to her familiar, who now had the wretched human barefoot. He noticed, grimly, that Renkar was staring at his legs. He wondered why, and that name, Crowley, why did that have bells ring in his head? Was it a milk brand, no, it was something else. Something that nagged at him, but what was it? Something about Crowley, something about the turn of the century, what was-

"Strong legs... that's good. When we're done with you, you'll thank us, and serve me." Renkar had this weird grin on her face, a abrupt change from her enraged state. She ground up against him, her robes now seeming thinner than when he first saw them. He could have sworn that he heard her make a cooing sound, and then his briefs were gone. Matt flushed with embarrassment at this, but there was nothing he could do. The mistress' magic held him fast, and all he could do was watch. After kicking off her sandals, Renkar drew off her robes, flinging them aside. If Matt hadn't been paralyzed, he would have gaped. She wore nothing underneath her robes, and her figure showed through. In the moonlight, he could see that she was lithe, with decent sized breasts, around a high B cup, if he remembered his measurements correctly. She had a trim waistline, flat belly, in short, a body that was built to fulfill fantasies. Her nipples were as pale as her lips, and her nethers were the same pale colour.

"Mistress, it's done."

"is he good enough?" The mistress had a smile on her face. Matt felt himself shiver, especially with Renkar's focus down there. "Please, let me go, I'll give you anything..." He pleaded, but he knew it was no use. He was trapped, for good or for ill. He bowed his head in shame and despair.

Renkar mmm'ed as she perused her potential mate. Slim, no fat, no further muscle, male... she hated to use the pun, but this one was purrfect. The humans had shamed her kind, in particular those utmost disgraces... But no, she had to forget her rage, concentrating instead on the future kittens she would bear in service to her mistress. Service to her mistress came first, before all else, that was the way of demonkind. She looked him over, admiring him as if he was a piece of meat, a delicacy for her table. True, he was human... for now, but with Mistress' magic... he would become so much more. So much more... The hanging balls looked almost delicate, shriveled from fear, but that would change soon enough. His shaft, plainly human, had a human mushroomed head, slightly thick shaft. Her kind on the other hand, were slimmer, with pointed heads. But she would see what he would look like very soon. She looked to her Mistress, "He shall serve our purpose, mistress. Change him."

* * *

The Mistress closed her eyes. Matt thought to himself, What was she going to do to him? Was he going to start growing scales, horns, something. But no, he felt nothing, then the chant began:

"In the Name of the Goddess,

In her Name and in her Name alone.

Take this wanderer, this human,

Turn him to our cause."

At which point he heard Renkar respond,

"May Her name be glorified forever."

Then he felt a tingling, starting on his head. And again she chanted:

"Our power is Yours to command, Oh mighty one.

We glorify you, give you thanks. Change this human,

Make him into Your servant. Now and forever."

Again Renkar responded:

"In Your name, we do this. Glory to you."

And the Mistress chanted:

"To You we offer the spectacle of sacred coupling,

To You we offer a kitten sanctified to You,

Conceived in Your honour."

The tingling grew, now at the base of his spine and between his legs. He found that he could move a little, but he didn't dare look at what was happening. He shut his eyes, wanting to drown out the monotonous chanting. But he couldn't And that feeling of having no return... it grew. He could feel himself changing, but he didn't dare look.

"It is done, Mistress."

"He looks... lean. Much too lean, you're sure this will work?"

"Indeed, Mistress. What matters most is between those..."

"Will he be able to conceive?"

"Of course he will."

"But you-"

"My heat is near enough. Your magic, Mistress, will aid me."

"Very well."

He couldn't open his eyes. He felt a severe pain in his head and the small of his back. But he couldn't scream. Silent, unmoving. A toy in the hands of these two... But would that be so bad? Would it? Would being bound to this Mistress, and Renkar, be so bad? Two beautiful women, one was a demon, wanting him? What man with a pair would turn that down?

But then, after some muttered words from the Mistress, he could feel a change in the air... It became warmer, heavier. "Open your eyes..." Matt heard, whispered to him, but he heard with the top of his head, and not with... where were his ears?

He opened his eyes to see... someone else. This someone else had his hair, but the body was changed. The body before him was skinnier than usual, thin and lean. There was no muscle definition, no tone, but there was also no trace of fat. What shocked him was where his cock and balls had been. They were still there, but they had... changed. His shaft was slimmer, and now boasted a more pointed, tapered tip. Almost like... a cat's? His balls seemed heavier, fuller than before. They felt heavier, too. He noticed he had less bodyhair than usual. In particular, his pubes had changed. No longer were they a bushy black, now it was more solid, more furry, one could say. A patch of fur rested above his loins, a sign that he wasn't human anymore. It then he noticed the light glinting off what he was looking at, a large golden mirror on wheels. A golden mirror, who would've thought of that? But then...

"Mmmm, you look delicious. Do you know why we did this to you, hmm?"

He couldn't speak, shocked at what happened to him. Renkar continued, "My mistress learned her magic from this Crowley, a man wrought with delusions. He believed that sex was the answer to everything, that he could live forever using his magic. But, alas, he didn't. Adherents of his Order soon rose, and this is the Order that my Mistress belongs to. She only uses them as a tool, but she fears that one of them will find out, and order her exiled. But we," the demon indicated herself, "don't want that." She walked around him, showing off. "She serves our Goddess, but in secret. The others of the Order serve other gods, and this displeases Mistress. She only lives to serve her Goddess." She began to make this purring sound. Her skin felt so soft, and what he could feel of her tail... Her hands began to rub all over him, and he felt more sensitive, her touch warmed him.

"It's alright..." Matt heard her coo, and she continued to purr. What had he become? Was he even himself anymore? His mind raced, but was stalled with her touch. Her hands soothed him, drove the terror away. He wasn't even sure of his name anymore. He could feel his mind changing, he wanted this, wanted to serve, to serve this female.

"Relax, and accept this. I can feel you, you want me, don't you?" Despite his inner protests, he could feel himself relax. He arched his back into her touch, feeling her rub against his back with her hands, those nails scratching lightly. He could catch a mysterious sweet scent in the air, and it was coming from Renkar, this mysterious female. This scent affected him, made him... he didn't know what to feel. His shaft twitched, sensing females nearby. It was more catlike, more sensitive than before. It was that scent... what was it? It was so alluring...

"You smell my heat, don't you?" She continued to rub against him, and he shivered. "What... do you mean?" He panted.

"I want children, kittens. Sired by you. I chose you this night, and you WILL provide." She now moved so that they were face to face. Her eyes were bright, and her pale nipples now had colour, and were erect, the palest of pinks. The scent grew stronger, and he moved to touch her.

"No! You will learn respect! Kneel!" He did so, a mewl escaping his throat, a sound that he didn't know he could make. He soon found himself staring at her pubic fur, a section of pelt that matched his own. He soon felt her hand on his head, her grip making it so that he couldn't move. He now saw her nether lips, which were the palest pink he had ever seen. He could see a pale nub, he didn't know what to think of it. He tensed, his body singing as it awaited its' next command. He was under her power, no longer human. His blood sang with lust, he could feel the blood pumping between his legs, he was eager. But he had to wait, she had told him so through word and touch.

He then heard her command, whispered into his cat ears:

"Worship what you have been given, the field you will sow with your seed." His mouth latched onto her loins, his tongue eager to explore. Even though he had no experience with this, his tongue lapped away at those eager, swollen lips with a master's touch. If his mouth wasn't so occupied with stoking Renkar, he would have moaned at her feel, her taste. She tasted warm and sweet, her walls strong and tight as they seized his tongue. In other words, perfect. He continued to lick and thrust with his tongue, learning her secrets, tasting carnal knowledge. He heard her moans, felt her grip his head with her thighs, slim but powerful. She began to thrust back against his tongue, letting out meows.

"Deeper, deeper... hmmm!" Renkar was panting, shuddering as she dominated this tomcat, his body awakening to its' new purpose. He was there to breed, and when dawn rose, her womb would be flooded with his seed, new life beginning inside her. What care had she if he forgot his own name? She'd just call him something else and he would adapt. He was no longer human, and his very nature now changed to serve her and her needs. They were both at the peak of their fertility, Mistress' magic only aiding her by amplifying her heat. She'd seen how heavy his sac had became, there was no doubt that he would provide, amply, what she needed. That was good, because her Goddess demanded that every coupling serve as an offering to Her, and She required pleasure.

"Enough!" She commanded, and he obeyed, ceasing his licking. He immediately drew back, panting, his mouth slick with her juices. He began to pant more, and she could see that his tongue had changed, now pointed and rough, like her kind. And that had felt... delicious. But now was the time that he breed her, her body was telling her. No more games, it was time. Her womb pulsed with her heat, eager to be filled. And she would do so now.

"Lie back." And he did so, his pointed cat shaft twitching, a proud rose red, pumping in time with his heart. Unlike some cat demons, her kind did not have barbs, but shared the same shape, a pointed spear. His breeding tool now had a simmer shaft, with barely any difference betwixt the head and the rest of it. The head was pointed, and already she could see him leaking desire for her, and his scent... warm and fertile, ready to serve. A mirror of her own, no less.

But there was one more thing.

"You are no longer human, therefore forget your human name. I shall call you..." She positioned herself above his cock, her entrance eager to begin. With a 'ah', she impaled herself on him, joining them together as one. "Polair!" And with that joining, Matt the human was no more. Now, the cat demon Polair had risen, eager to serve and breed this female.

She dominated, and she rode him, her body bending and writhing as she devoured his shaft with her tunnel, her walls clamping down, holding him in as she rode him to bliss. The two coupled eagerly, his hips pumping furiously as hers did. He was eager, and the contents of his balls were fresh and hot, waiting to be unleashed. He matched her breakneck pace, his heart and blood pumping hard to match the needy female. Their skin shone with sweat, beautiful in the moonlight as they bred, their tails wrapped around each other, meows and purrs erupting from them both. The only sounds to come from the chamber were the slap of hips and their eager cries, as they coupled to honour this sacred night.

"Harder! More, I want your seed, let it all out, tomcat!" Renkar shuddered and writhed on top, urging Polair on with her cries. The tom complied, arching his back to plow even deeper inside her.

Renkar was the first to climb the mountain of pleasure, her climax sounded with a cat's cry. Her walls squeezed hard on Polair, while she cried out, "Goddess! The first climax of our breeding... belongs to you!" And sure enough, the tomcat followed, that proud cathood twitching and throbbing as it followed its' mistress into bliss. He yowled his orgasm out, proud tomcat that he was now. His cathood throbbed, and his balls rose, pulsing with their gift, their purpose. Spurt after spurt of thick, warm, demon cat seed flooded her passage, each eager to find Renkar's eggs. When the demoness climaxed, her body released a few eggs, eager to answer the male's summons. These were surrounded and relentlessly fertilized, the tomcat serving his purpose well. But that was not the end. All through the night they coupled, for they shared that one feline trait of multiple orgasms, their bodies built to couple rapidly. And so Renkar announced to the Goddess their second, third, fourth, fifth, and sixth climaxes before dawn hit.

When dawn broke, Renkar was on bottom, moaning her bliss. Polair was plowing her from behind, his body bearing the marks of their breeding. Her nails had marked him, his shoulders marked by her fangs. His hips moved with ruthless purpose, his ballsack churning with its final load, his mind consumed with need. the need to breed, to sire kittens. He panted, he moaned, desperate to make it last. But his body betrayed him, and fulfilled its' purpose one final time. With a growl, he latched onto Renkar's neck, in the manner of cats, and he came for the final time. And he came hard. He shuddered as his body was wracked with orgasm, his cathood throbbing again as it completed its' journey, sending four more spurts into the fertile female. "Goddess... the seventh...."

But Renkar could speak no more, her mind taken by sleep. She lay down in the circle, her body marked both on the outside and inside by her new mate, this former human who now was her proud lover. Soon, Polair's seed would take root, and she would present her Mistress with the kittens of All Hallow's Eve, sired in a single night. Upon lying down, she slept, her needs sated, her womb now processing the demon cat seed that now filled her. And likewise, her new lover fell down beside her, his loins spent, and joined her in the bliss of sleep.

When the Mistress came in that morning, she was glad to see the two had gotten along so well. Even more, with her magic, she knew that her familiar had conceived, a full litter. She had kept the former human's clothes, just in case Renkar needed to go out into the human world for her duties. She saw the human had left his phone in his pocket, and that gave her an idea. The next festival would be in the spring, and she had looked through the contacts of the phone, and she had a good feeling about the one named Harper. He would be a good candidate indeed, oh yes, he would. She made plans to summon another of Renkar's kind, and had a wan smile on her face as she did so. Everything had its purpose, and if this Harper came looking for his friend, all the better. If the human wouldn't obey the silly superstition about black cats, then he would become one, a ironic fate indeed.

"You should have listened to that superstition..." She half sang, half laughed. For what would one more plaything be to a cat?

Fin.