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Shattered Shards: Tempest's Texts

By Von Krieger

Tempest hummed happily to herself as she walked in the door, a bag filled with books upon one arm. One of her friends ran a used bookstore and always made sure to pluck certain volumes from the recent turn ins.

People were still getting used to the way the new world worked, as well as settling into what were in some cases new homes and lands. The city of Port Haven was the result of two large cities, and their accompanying suburbs and outlying villages being fused and altered during the uniting of Earth and Aerth. Both cities had been called Port Haven, and they blended almost seamlessly. Somehow the street patterns from both cities matched up perfectly, Aerth's buildings transforming into a more modern function while Earth's urban landscape was toned down a little bit, the buildings taking on a more architectural construction to that of its doppelganger. What was more was that each urban sprawl was a mirror image of itself. Each Port Haven had gaps between habitation areas, but now they were filled by reversed duplicates of the other world's streets, buildings, and vegetation. The buildings even carried identical, though not mirrored, contents. They simply did not have mirrored residents.

As a result nearly half the buildings in the Port Haven area outside the city center were abandoned. With the distribution routes for the grocery stores changed an effort had been made in the early days to go through each of the abandoned houses, removing nonperishable food items, and an effort was made to cook and distribute everything that would go bad eventually. The city had won the services of several dragons in exchange for the vast amount of frozen meat that would still have gone uneaten. One of them, a majestic silver dragoness, had set herself up in one of the mirrored castles, using her magics to preserve even more of the food, thus creating the city's largest food bank. Even now, almost a year later, people were still combing through the abandoned houses for things of worth and value. There were many square miles worth of empty homes, filled with possessions that no one would ever miss. People still made a living off the proceeds.

Though there were some places that did not truly mirror the Port Haven of its origin, instead becoming a hybrid of the two, a mix of magic and technology. These places tended to be passed over by scavengers, for the contents were not quite of the other world, and thus a complete mystery to both populations of the city.

But still, on occasion, folks would bring in what they found within one of these places. It was these books that Tempest was most interested in. Wizards of Aerth tended to write their tomes in unknown, archaic languages of their world, which made them impossible for Tempest properly study. But the tomes of magic that would be found in these hybrid homes and lairs would be in the archaic language of magic native to Earth's Port Haven, if it had originally been blessed with sorcery.

Having been an English speaking community Port Haven would have gone with the traditional language suited perfectly to ominous chanting; that of Latin. Though Tempest didn't know Latin either, she had researched the lettering enough to be able to read it aloud if needs be. She had several entry-level texts on wizardry written in the common tongue from Aerth. Port Haven had lacked a mystical University, and most of the wizened spellcasters that resided there had become enthralled by the siren song of Matlock reruns, so they were of little use to a young woman who didn't know the first thing about spellcasting and sorcery.

So Tempest had acquired all that she could, seeking to instruct herself in the entirely new area of research that had opened up with the uniting of the worlds. After all, she hadn't the slightest idea where the college she had been attending had ended up. The great event that reshaped seemingly all of creation had taken place while she had been visiting her friend Violet for the weekend.

She'd moved into one of the ownerless homes and made her living going through others. Laws and regulations had been enacted to bring order to what was essentially city sponsored looting. Scavengers were not to be messy or destructive. They were to leave the mirrored businesses and residences they picked over in clean and livable conditions so that they could be used at any time for their intended purpose.

Her home had been one of the blended ones, filled with devices that were half magic and half technology. Unfortunately, her home apparently had been one of the warrior and not a wizard. She still had a closet full of rather revealing pieces of polished leather and exquisitely detailed metal, she tried some of them on (and looked quite good in them,) but there were always extra matching pieces that didn't fit anywhere on a human body.

Tempest's pet cat Chomper loved the place. Shelves, bookshelves, and indentations near the tops of the walls seemed just perfect for the feline to explore. He could walk around the entire house from an elevated position, which he often did. One of the contributing homes Tempest's house most definitely had belonged to a cat lover. Even beyond the catwalks was the entire shelf of one cupboard devoted to various types of catnip. It seemed that in both worlds people pampered their pets. In the few months that Tempest and Chomper had lived in the house the cat's attitude had improved greatly, displaying little of the bitey behavior that had given him his name. He was much more affectionate with Tempest and seemed to be far more energetic. It wasn't the world shift, as for the first few months when they had lived in Violet's apartment over the bookstore he'd been his usual, lazy blob of orange and cream self. Tempest rather liked the change.

She set the bag on her worktable, running her fingers over the fur on Chomper's back as the feline curiously poked his head into the bag. The cat quickly withdrew his head and sneezed mightily several times due to the dust from the old books. He quickly moved to the cushion Tempest had placed near the spot she usually sat. Her feline companion seemed quite content to watch her work. At least until it was time for him to be fed.

Tempest was rather grateful for Chomper's meal interruptions, as they reminded her that she needed sustenance as well. Without her cat to care for Tempest was rather sure that she wouldn't be taking as good of care of herself as she ought to have been.

She removed the three dusty old tomes and set them gingerly down upon the table. She gave Chomper a quick rub on the ears before she cracked open the first book. Tempest flipped through the pages first, not bothering to read anything. She admired the occasional picture or diagram, but her primary purpose was to see if anything had been left between the pages of the tomes.

She found the usual assortment of bookmarks, pieces of scrap paper, a few feathers, leaves, and a few pressed flowers. But in the last one she found something odd and rather interesting; a pair of very thin spectacles. They were quite flat and would not be comfortable being perched upon one's nose for a particular long period of time, but they looked like they had been very carefully constructed of the finest materials. The lenses seemed to sparkle and shimmer strangely when one held them just so in the light.

Tempest placed them upon her nose and chuckled to herself. Her giggles stopped as she looked down at the books. All the letters and writing had a faint glow around them. The glow seemed to vary in color and intensity, some phrases appearing with a pure black miasma around them that completely obscured them from view. The writings closer to the front of each book were outlined in cooler, more vibrant colors; blues, pale greens, and grays that seemed to enhance the letters, making them appear clearer and easier to read. Instead of the Latin she expected the tomes were written using the modern English alphabet.

Tempest gasped softly and flipped through the three books, seeking out the pages furthest in with the clearest writing and most welcoming colors. There was one page where an entire paragraph positively glowed with a swirling mix of blue and silver. Tempest found herself half reciting the words under her breath, trying to work out the pronunciation and cadence.

Chomper's tail stopped swaying in amused contentment, instead going ramrod straight. The feline stared at his owner, seeming to almost stand at attention from a lying position. Tempest's eyes went over the text again and again, the volume of her voice rising each time until she was truly speaking with strange words aloud.

She could feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end as she spoke. It didn't seem to be the words themselves that had power; some of them were even plain words of English. There were three words in a line, almost every line having three distinct syllables. They were arranged in a pattern that seemed just beyond Tempest's ability to make out at the moment, and she concentrated upon speaking the words.

"Famterme BemilBeast Greacoiar

Bepanver, Mycoion ComLome

Lifeure Plfeof Lieasof

DeWonery OfvoDer AndSorction

BeForTo Bocoev-er meUndme

ShSoare Bo-dyareUl InShIn

TwoOneme BeOfMind AscoUs"

Tempest chanted, a tangible sense of power filling the air. A spark of silver-blue energy leaped from Tempest to Chomper and back again. The white and tan feline's fur stood on end and he jumped from the table, dashing off into the kitchen. The sorceress in training was worried at first, but she heard the door to the cabinet beneath the oven open. Chomper had taken to retreating into that particular cupboard, which was usually warm due to all the frozen pizzas and instant lasagna Tempest made. It seemed that the cat had been more startled than anything and was tending to his staticky, puffed up fur.

The self-taught spellcaster chuckled, thankfully her first spell didn't seem to have been any more than what would happen if she spent several minutes rubbing her feet on the carpet. She hadn't meant to actually invoke something, but the words had come so naturally to her lips.

The words upon the page had changed color, the silver-blue now joined with a black center, obscuring the words. But now some of the words in the other tomes had changed in coloration. Once more Tempest flipped through them, and this time she found an entire page of blue and silver highlighted incantations in each one. She found her lips moving, instinctively forming the words that her eyes saw.

The budding mage immediately put a stop to that, covering all but one paragraph in each book with pieces of paper or other books that she'd been reading. That immediately put an end to her mouth moving without her mind's consent. Only with things fully under control now did Tempest realize that she had actually taught herself how to perform magic, and had actually cast a spell without blowing something up.

Chomper stomped back into the room, hopping up onto a pile of books and then onto the table. He plopped back down onto his cushion and directed an intense glare at his mistress.

"Sorry." Tempest said with a chuckle, giving the cat a long stroking under the chin by way of apology. Chomper was quickly purring and leaning into the touch. Tempest found herself enjoying the sensation of her pet's soft, silky fur against her skin. She picked up the cat and hugged him against her bosom, and leaned down to bury her face up to the nose in the fur of Chomper's side.

The cat gave a token struggle, as if making the appearance of trying to escape, without actually trying. Tempest laughed and set the kitty down, idly stroking him as she looked over the words in the four tomes, though only in a little piece at a time.

She tried saying the words at her own pace; she could form the words easily, syllables rolling effortlessly from her tongue. But thankfully they carried with them no sense of the building power that had accompanied her recitation before.

Tempest removed the enchanted glasses and placed them aside. The glow vanished when she took off the spectacles. She studied the notes and diagrams around each of the spells. It took about an hour as each of the tomes had been written by a different hand, each with their own rather strange ways of spelling and punctuating. The spells themselves seemed to have been written with great patience and care; the notes however seemed to be the typical writing of each tome's author.

Each of the spells seemed to be an introductory ritual into the basics of the magic type described within each book. It would open up the caster to the specific types of energies used in the primary functions of each magical art. Though likely it would take a bit more research to determine what exactly the focuses of each tone were, and probably even more for Tempest to decide which one she would like to try. After all, traditionally mages seemed to focus on one particular area. She didn't think that it would let her use all four of the introductory rituals.

Apparently tired of looking on Chomper decided to 'help' his mistress, striding proudly into the middle of the table and rolling onto the tomes.

"Stop that you silly cat!" Tempest said the case of the giggles.

Chomper nosed a few pieces of paper and swatted a few others with his paws before accidentally striking one of the marbles on the table which Tempest kept to help keep her hands busy while she read. If she wasn't paying attention she would tire out an arm twirling the hair on top of her head. Keeping a marble between her fingertips to roll around prevented this. It also gave Chomper something to chase after, which he did, upsetting several more bits of paper.

Tempest found her gaze drawn to the words in one tone and once more she found herself reciting them aloud instinctively. She felt power building around her, but she found herself unable to stop as she began to cast the introductory ritual from the white, almost porcelain-like tome.

"LaYouMasdess VodyIks OfidOfPray ToTheGodThe

IMytenth; OnSetGoment EnTheFoal IslighPaot

BreInsnders TheakInsAnd InBarrDoMe SoulMiiwn

Awepinof TheakeDoone MaPowInwn DenyerMe"

The budding mage shuddered as power surged through her, taking the form of reddish arcs of electrical energy. It surged inward from the tips of her fingers and toes, up her arms and legs, and across her torso. It seemed to gather in a ball just before and below her breasts. She found her hands moving to the glowing sphere, her fingers encircling it, stretching the energy more into a flat sheet. She made small motions with her fingers, directing the flow of energy, making it arc to her fingertips.

It took on a familiar shape; that of a simple mask with no adornments. It was mostly flat and perfectly smooth, save for a raised line down the middle. Tempest bowed her head and brought the electric mask to her face. The energy vanished, flowing into her head, new knowledge taking root in her mind. It seemed to be opening her up, preparing her to welcome additional power within.

Every cell in her body started to cry out in longing for something, an unknown quality that Tempest could not identify and could not provide. But still every fiber of her being called out. If she had read the first few pages, she would likely have avoided the tome entirely. It was the magical teachings of Szuyie, goddess of change, half breeds, hybrids, and adventurers with multiple specializations. By reciting the opening incantation of the Mistress of Masks, the goddess' power filled her, allowing her to take on more than she otherwise would have.

What her spirit called out for was the power from other sources, seeking to draw upon them, weave them together into a new, hybrid whole. Tempest tried to end her spellcasting, to pull herself away from the table. But instead she found her gaze fixating on the words of power within the tome whose cover was wrapped in simple, raw leather.

"BimilSpirOne Myndiit BeastChoMear FaOfsenTo

SoAspectsOne FlulectsMine HiseshAsHis MyAspAsOne

GrndConMe NaantTosciouss GrtureFeHim MiantToral

EtressBeus BeterAndast MantwenalPet MissAndenBond"

Silver-blue energy swirled around Tempest, and as Chomper leapt up on the table to return the errant marble it began to swirl around him as well. The sorceress could swear she heard the sounds of a tropical forest, the rich smell of greenery filling her nostrils. Her skin itched, as if there was something crawling all over it, or something crawling beneath it that wanted out. She felt the urge to hunt, to kill, to bat around small, furry prey before sinking her teeth into them. Her senses seemed to sharpen as the sounds and smells of the jungle faded away. She took a deep breath and felt much calmer. The slight smell of herbs and incense that always filled the house seemed to take an effect upon her.

The longing within her faded a little bit, but her body still hungered for further power and potential for change. Tempest reached out and tried to slam close one of the tomes, but instead found herself pulling it closer as she ran her fingers over the many smooth, multicolored scales that were stitched to the book's binding. Some felt warm, others had an inherent chill to them, a few more made her fingertips tingle, and others felt slightly damp.

Tempest had a guess as to what this one had been, the brightly colored scales the retained the nature of the beast they had come from, the lack of a metallic tint to any one of them, the five pointed star upon the cover; all of it pointed to being a tome of draconic sorcery. The book was one written by disciples of the Chromatic Queen, meant for spellcasters of draconic blood. Tempest knew that she lacked the heritage required, but had acquired the book anyway, hoping that it would at least give her some insight into magic. But even lacking something sinuous and scaly in her family tree, the words had been glowing with color of the spells that the glasses told her she could cast. She found her eyes fixating upon the third segment of the incantation. Her tongue seemed to almost slip forth from her lips as she spoke the spell, her tone and inflection slightly different, more growly and hissing, meant to emulate the dragons of whom this sort of spellcaster would seek to emulate.

"OhofWingThe QuMajtheed SkeenesDepths LadyiesOftic

Fiales,Mth VesllWight YoselThings, ScurWiIs

CwonMeYours Malaws, drousWith FkeFMight TheillMeangs,

OfourInour PTheSerto BlourDravant YoodYgons"

It felt like several thick serpents had coiled around Tempest, their scales protruding and textured rather than smooth and flat like those of a proper snake. They encircled her arms and legs and seemed to pay close attention to her torso and breasts. She could almost feel a pair of soft feminine lips pressed against her own, a forked tongue slithering into her mouth to give a kiss and grant the draconic goddess' blessing.

Tempest felt a pleasant chill spreading through her body, running up and down her spine in rapid succession. The cold seemed to burn her bones for a moment before the sensations stopped. The mage was short of breath now, raw power surging through her veins. Her immediate need for additional power had faded. She no longer needed to utilize more sources of magical knowledge. But the sheer potential building within her needed completion; needed a capstone to seal off the incantation.

So she reached for the last tome; it was little more than a loose stack of papers within a bundle of soft, orange-red leather that felt absolutely delightful against Tempest's bare skin. She looked down at the page for the initiation spell; she wanted to stop but she also needed to complete the ritual. If she had known exactly what power she was invoking by using this tome's closing she would've tossed it aside and read from the one that had started the entire mess.

"GraceOfChange GoeatYLife MissdessKryour PltressOfgar

BlAltIsMy MyesserrTo BoFlinged Bedyesh,Upon

Asmalein UnYoule, and MeiteSeeand FeMaWithFit

FikeGiof Willmefrts YthMya MaourAllBody

ThSerAndLusts WonrallveHeart LderToYou TooinsousYour"

While the draconic recitation had resulted in the sensation of a pleasant kiss, this was more like a lustful frenzy between two extraordinarily eager lovers who had just gotten out of the public eye. Tempest moaned as an intense heat filled her loins. It felt like clawed hands were clutching her breasts, and something hot, hard, and leaking thick, sweet fluid was forced into her mouth, while something warm, soft, and heavy pressed against her rump and the back of her legs. Something soft and soaking seemed to enfold her like a cocoon and Tempest cried out as her very being was rocked with a sensation not unlike an orgasm without all the wet and sticky bits.

Tempest fell to her knees and shivered, overwhelmed by the experience that she just had. The power that had built up around her seemed to have gone. Her cat jumped down from the table and rubbed against her, purring happily and not seeming to mind the small magical sparks that left between the two as he rubbed against her.

The sorceress sighed and picked up Chomper with one hand, the other slamming each of the tomes closed and then picking up the leather one.

"Okay Chomper," she said "let's see if we can find out what exactly I did to the both of us."

She made her way to the living room and flopped down upon the sofa after placing her familiar atop it. Tempest didn't notice the result of the light itch at the base of her spine, but Chomper watched from his place perched atop the couch with what looked to be a smile upon his feline face. It seemed that the cat knew something that his mistress did not.

He knew the next few minutes were going to be rather exciting for the both of them, but mostly Tempest.

After she had been granted the power that she had petitioned from three goddesses and the nature spirit, Chomper was willing to bet that Tempest would be quite excited indeed.

If her power acted upon him as well, and it should as the first incantation she cast had bound them completely as mistress and familiar, greatly strengthening the magical bond the two had shared since she began her magical studies.

Chomper's tail swayed from side to side patiently as he watched a small nub form at the base of Tempest's spine. Pretty soon she would be having a tail of her own to sway. The impatient feline couldn't wait and decided to help his mistress' feline ascension along, leaning down from the back of the couch he extended one paw and began to bat at the new growth. Small sparks of energy passed between Chomper and Tempest as the cat did so.

The sorceress was completely oblivious as she stared in wide-eyed wonder at the words before her. She could read them with ease and the spells contained within the book were ones that she would absolutely adore using. It was a naturalistic school of sorcery, based upon mutual strengthening of one's self and one's familiar.

She had somehow known that Chomper had become her familiar, but until having read it in the book she had not known it consciously. She turned back with a grin and looked at the playful feline, "Hey Chompie!" She said with a giggle, "I guess you're my magical animal..."

The word 'companion' died upon her lips as she saw her familiar playing with a good 2 feet worth of blue and silver furred, feline tail. Her blue and silver furred feline tail. Her blue and silver furred feline tail that was growing longer and longer by the instant.

Tempest rolled over, sending her feline familiar to the floor. She spread her legs and gawked in bafflement at the new appendage. Her tail continued to rapidly grow, quickly reaching the length of 3 feet. She reached out cautiously with one hand and felt the fur. It was thick, lush, and wonderfully soft. It was also rather sensitive and it felt quite good to pet and caress; especially the underside. The soft strokes felt better the closer her tail was to her body. It made a gentle heat rise in her loins and she only managed to stop toying with her tail by noticing that by touching her tail the alterations to her body seemed to jump from it to her fingertips.

She watched in fascination as her skin began to drain of color, turning white and then beginning to rapidly darken to an almost metallic shade of dark gray. Her palms blackened as their skin transformed into smooth, soft leather; the pads of her fingers gaining a covering much the same. Her nails darkened as well, taking on a slight navy tint as they grew outward into short claws. Tempest's fingers began to thicken even as her nails came to an end. The skin of her fingertips rapidly grew over her budding claws; they were triangular in cross-section, not quite like cats' claws, but they were still able to be retracted.

She tried absently to rub off the altered color of her skin onto her shirt, but once more they seemed to make the change leap from location to location. Tempest let out a soft moan as a hot, stretching feeling came over the front of her body. It covered seemingly every inch of skin from just below her shoulders to just above her waist. Once more her skin turned pale; though unlike her hands it did not begin to darken, save in two pairs of points. One pair appeared just above her navel in the upper pair just below her rib cage.

Tempest found herself fumbling for the clasp of her bra rather quickly as the garment rapidly became too tight for her inflating chest. She tossed it aside, paying no attention as Chomper playfully darted after it. The mage was more intent upon the transformation that she was undergoing.

The sorceress supposed that the Familiar Tome was to blame, but magics meant to bind the human girl to her cat companion wouldn't explain the intense feelings of sensual pleasure and lust that were threatening to rapidly reduce her to a mewling masturbatory machine. She found even the slight pressure put on her breasts by her swiftly tightening T-shirt giving her a sort of sexual satisfaction.

The feline-becoming found that the mightening of now mammoth mammaries was just the beginning. Beneath her bountiful breasts, centered around the four dark gray spots upon her skin, grew two additional pairs of erotic orbs. Her lowermost breasts were about half the size of her original pair, which had reached the size of soccer balls. Meant for a thinner frame, Tempest's T-shirt was pulled upward by her expanding tits, exposing her belly and the lowest pair of additions.

It was becoming more and more difficult with each passing second for the spellcaster to keep her hands from exploring and enhancing the erotic sensations that filled her front. She stretched out on the sofa, the fingers of her right hand digging into the soft, plush flesh of her uppermost breast, her left cupping the lowermost, rubbing her thumb in slow circles over a silver-gray nipple.

Such pleasure, so soft, warm, and pliable seemed to Tempest's fogged mind to be a worthwhile trade. Giving up a bit of her humanity for both magical power and physical pleasure seemed to be quite the bargain. She moaned and bucked her hips gently as she pleasured herself, her simple touches far more pleasurable than any sexual encounter she had experienced in her 25 years of life.

A quiet tearing sound could be heard as the seams of her shirt slowly began to give way under their still-expanding burden. There was a muted pop as well, shortly followed by a soft clattering as the fly button of Tempest's shorts gave way. Her chest wasn't the only thing growing; her entire frame to be growing larger, more powerful, and shapelier.

A feral mewl escaped Tempest's lips as her climax rocked her body. She arched her back, the crotch seam of her jean shorts digging into her loins as she did so. The faded denim darkened to a color not unlike the fur upon the increasingly feline female's tail as her juices flooded out from her sex in a hot, eager torrent.

With the blissful release the subconscious defenses that the young mage had instinctively put into place came crumbling down. Her change was no longer limited to one particular area. The rest of her skin color fading, most of it becoming pure white only for a moment before darkening to the same slate gray of her hands and nipples.

Soft pops and cracks came from her feet and legs as the bones reshaped themselves; her feet quickly became the paws of a powerful, upright, predatory huntress rather than the flat feet of a creature which had never needed to run to feed herself in her life. The symphony of transformation was joined by the tearing of her clothes as her chest continued to increase and new muscle padded her hips, thighs, and rump. It seemed a configuration that was equal parts powerful predator and exaggerated ideal of the feminine form.

Tempest's T-shirt finally gave way under the strain of being pulled in two directions; the slow march forward had been joined by a sudden surge upon her back. At first it seemed that an additional pair of arms had burst from the near furless feline's shoulder blades, but the added muscles that appeared upon them, as well as on her chest, making her already massive bust seem almost ridiculous as it reached beachball size, marked them as something else entirely.

The fingers of the new hands thickened tremendously, their claws several inches long and decidedly not retractable. After growing as wide as it seemed they possibly could the digits began to lengthen with incredible speed. As they lengthened a thick membrane appeared between the fingers, white on the front side and a dull navy blue upon the back.

The winged catgirl shivered as a ticklish sensation engulfed her entire body. From dark gray skin extended her dark gray fur, adorned with navy stripes of an obviously tigerish nature. Tempest brought her creamy white-furred breast to her mouth and she began purring with delight as she began to run her newly elongated, slightly forked, sandpapery tongue over the lush, white fur.

Her ears twitched as they grew larger, the strange folds of human ears giving way to the smooth, triangular ones of the feline that the girl had now become. As her face pushed forward into the muzzle of the tiger, Tempest's hair and eyes altered as well. What had once been simple brown became a stunning shade of metallic blue that showed hints of green when struck by the light. It suited the exotic, erotic creature that Tempest had become.

The dragoncat's needful lust dulled for a moment as the last traces of her former form were sealed away. She lay upon the sofa panting, her gorgeous silver-gray, navy blue, and creamy white body completely naked save for a pair of too-tight, cum-soaked jean shorts seemed ready to give way at any time, and the red thong beneath them.

She drew in a deep breath, the faint scents that had tickled her nose a little bit as a human now surged to her mind, her feline sense of smell able to identify most of them. Many were odors that stirred her lust once more, incenses that would heighten pleasure, prolong performance, and with a little bit of magic enhance the effects of the resulting climax. Many others had a faint scent of mint to them, these calmed Tempest down, made her want to purr, made her want to rub the source of the scent against her whiskers and to nibble upon the plant that the dried leaves came from.

And beyond these there was another scent, one that was a familiar blend of feline, dragon, and human flavored with a hint of the strawberry shampoo Tempest used, as well as a permanent interweaving of milk and sex. It was a scent the tigress' new nose recognized, for it was her own. Though that left her confused as the scent absolutely saturated the place, as if she had been living here in her current form for several years.

There was also another pair of feline scents; one was a smaller, weaker version of the other that was missing the delightful variety of additions and nuances that the stronger scent had. Tempest's eyes widened as she realized what she smelled; the scent of her familiar as he was now as well as the scent that it seemed Chomper would have once her kitty had become empowered as she had been.

A nuance of the other-Chomper's scent made Tempest's eyes widen, the powerful scent of the Chomper that had lived here long enough to deeply infuse the house with permanent traces of his essence smelled of sex. Tempest's keen new nose could easily detect who it was that the other-cat had spent most of his time making love to; Tempest herself.

The new feline yelped as Chomper leapt up onto her lap, an eruption of blue-silver sparks surrounding the two of them as his body met hers, linking the two of them together for a moment and allowing the spell of bonding to transfer a portion of the power that Tempest had drawn into herself to him. The two of them were as one; the transformation that Tempest had undergone would have effects upon Chomper as well. Already the small mask-and-mantled tabby was beginning to change, to grow.

His orange-tan markings had begun to darken and lose their coloration, much as Tempest's skin had a few minutes before. As the cat nuzzled his mistress' leg, his fur quickly grew to match Tempest's own, though it retained his old pattern. Creamy white over most of his body, with his coloration upon his back and the base of his tail, tinting on the ears and the sides of his face, but stopping just short of his muzzle. He purred happily and met Tempest's gaze, metallic blue eyes with a hint of green meeting Tempest's own. Chomper's eyes gleamed with an innate intellect and mischief that his owner had not seen within them before.

"N-no, Chompie, get down." Tempest whispered, gritting her teeth as she pulled her hands from her wondrous, oh so sensitive breasts to reach down and grab the feline, and toss him away. But instead she found herself cupping her familiar's face, stroking his fur, which felt heavenly on the smooth leather of her handpaws.

The cat was double the size he'd originally been, and was growing larger by the second. He crept forward, placing broad paws upon Tempest's hips. The paws had altered a bit; she could feel them gripping more than they ought, halfway between hands and paws. The familiar let out a soft, purring growl, his head bowing downwards, taking the cuff of Tempest's shorts in his mouth. He tugged playfully upon them, apparently seeking access to what lay beneath.

The tigress' loins began to ache with need once more, and she found herself longing for the now jaguar sized Chomper to fill her. It wouldn't be bad at all, Chomper would never hurt her, and the two of them were tied together very deeply on a spiritual level. He was almost a part of her after all; it would be more like masturbation than anything. Especially since they were halfway the same species, perhaps more.

Tempest felt herself lifting her rump upwards, just a little bit. Before she could stop herself, Chomper had already managed to tug her too-tight shorts down several inches, exposing the bright red of her thong, which stood out incredibly against the white fur of her crotch. Chomper let out a soft growl of triumph and crawled upward several inches, resting his head upon his mistress' loins.

The mage couldn't help herself, she wrapped her legs around her familiar's body, delighting in his warm presence against her own. Her kitty now likely weighed just as much as she did, more, actually. Tempest watched as Chomper's tail grew longer, thickening, retaining the fur but taking on a more reptilian shape. She hadn't gotten much of anything from the draconic portion of her power infusion, merely the wings; it looked like Chomper had gotten the rest.

The thick-tailed cat ran his forked, sandpapery tongue over the soaked red triangle of cloth over Tempest's loins, drawing a soft yelp from her. She clenched her legs together, trying to stop herself from giving herself over to the former housecat. She shouldn't want him like that, and she most definitely shouldn't be trying to mentally make excuses for it, or even worse, fantasize about it.

Tempest managed to scoot back into a seated position, rather than her former sprawl, but Chomper merely crawled forward and resumed his previous position. The tigress managed to get her legs beneath her in a crouch, but she had to open them to do so, the cat's tongue having free access to her netherlips, the thin string of fabric offering no protection to the probing tongue of the eager feline.

He began to lap at her, each caress sending bolts of pleasure through Tempest's body. If a handful of licks were enough to make her purr like this, to make her lean into every motion, to bring her closer to climax with every second, what would Chomper's cock feel like inside her pussy?

Chomper's body quivered, muscles and bones seeming to shift, making him more sleek, lithe, and serpentine. His neck and face extended just a little bit, and there was an odd alteration to his shoulders, chest, and hips, it wasn't something feline or draconic. Tempest couldn't quite place it.

She reached down and gripped the cat by the ears, intending to yank him aside, but instead she found herself gleefully grinding into his oral caress, his tongue having wormed its way beneath her thong and was now intent on assaulting her clitoris with long, wriggling caresses.

Something tickled Tempest's palms, and she looked downward to find her pet growing a metallic blue-green mane of hair, rather like her own. Though it wasn't a lion's mane, it seemed to be more like a human's hair. The tigress felt a tingle around her own neck, the fur upon her shoulders, neck, and between her breasts elongating, thickening, becoming a mane of her own. The transformative power, it seemed, had mixed thoroughly within Chomper, and was now flowing back into her.

The pleasure from her loins seemed to intensify with each passing moment, as if there was more of her to lick as each second ticked by. Tempest's eyes widened as the stretching sensation that had filled her front, resulting in her formation of four additional breasts, appeared upon her sex.

"No! Oh no!" she gasped as she felt the furred flesh of her netherlips puffing outward, the small nub of her clit indeed having more and more of it to lick with each passing second. Tempest leaned down, wrapping her arms around Chomper's midsection, her teeth clenched in a growl as she sought to toss him onto the floor and stop the alteration of her gender.

But her handpaws encountered something they hadn't expected: hidden beneath Chomper's body was a pair of large, lush, heavy breasts, not as large as her own, but still wonderfully big and bountiful. The big cat purred as his... her mistress found herself instinctively caressing them. She moved one hand back, finding a second pair, and then a third. Her touch ended its journey between her familiar's legs. She found the hot, thick member that she'd been expecting, but behind it she felt a warm wetness that mimicked her own. What had been in the two tomes that did not have an obvious link? Tempest wondered.

It didn't seem quite so bad now, her kitty and herself both being of the same dual gender. The alterations to Chomper's body made her seem... more humanoid, but without being upright. The feline continued to lap at her mistress' forming cock, several inches worth of erection now pressing at the thong, a heavy furred sheath and balls resting atop it as well. Tempest found herself willing it onwards, to continue to grow and swell, to thicken, lengthen, widen, to grant her even more sweet, delicious pleasure as Chomper's raspy tongue encircled it.

Tempest cried out, half with pleasure and half with frustration. Her body and mind seemed to be fighting a dire war against one another; her flesh trying to convince her to give in, to succumb to the hungry ministrations of her familiar, her mind trying to sway her from mindless, bestial sex. Tears leaked from her abalone eyes as she found her will fading as she leaned back, her handpaws beginning to massage her plentiful breasts.

Her nipples tingled, ached, throbbed, and the tigress began to stroke them to relieve the light pain, replacing it with wondrous pleasure. Her nipples were already erect, but they seemed to be growing, extending from her breasts millimeter by millimeter as Chomper continued to pleasure her. Her thong finally gave way and snapped, allowing the feral dragoncat to take Tempest's full, twelve inch length into her mouth.

At this whatever power that continued to transform Tempest surged forth. Her nipples thickened and elongated, their shape changing. The tigress could only wince as she felt the shape changing to the bell-shaped head of a phallus. In a few moments she had her fingers wrapped around her new nipplecocks, one curled around the six-inch length that grew from her upper breast, the other around the slightly shorter cock that grew from a middle breast.

She felt her breasts beginning to swell again, her balls, sheath, and cock growing as well. She didn't want to be some sexual freak of nature, but it all felt so good. Something like this would be tolerable, as good as it felt, but she wouldn't want anything else to change any further. She just wished she had some help to manage all of her dicknipples.

"Wish granted," purred a soft, sensual voice.

Chomper rose upwards, her rudimentary handpaws wrapping around two of Tempest's nipplecocks, her tongue trailing over one for a moment as she rose to plant a kiss upon her mistress' muzzle.

Tempest's protests shattered, if her beloved familiar could talk and could read her mind, then there was no reason to fight her, to struggle against the pleasure that both of them wanted. She hugged Chomper to her, grinding against her pet, Chompie's soft, cream-white fur absolutely delicious against her throbbing nipples. She wrapped her wings around her sleek, sexy familiar, the creature carefully positioning herself, lowering her aching, feminine sex onto her mistress' member.

The tigress could only cling to her pet, thrusting into her, grinding against her familiar's soft, sweet fur. She wasn't sure if this was the price that she would have to pay for her magic, or a benefit of having the mixed powers of four patrons as she did. She could feel the energies that had filled her body taking root in her mind, allowing her to have instinctive knowledge of the basics that she would need to hone her spellcasting.

Fertility.

Familiar.

Fusion.

Dragon.

Well, judging from her body draconic might was the one area of magic that she was lacking in, and of course it would be the one that didn't quite fit in with the others. Though she knew that the majority of her power in that area would be when she mixed the draconic and familiar magics, letting the pure elemental energy empower her pet, rather than herself.

Tempest opened her muzzle to let out a pleasured moan, only to find her maw filled with Chomper's forked tongue, entwining around her own. She hugged her lover tightly, their muzzles locked in a passionate kiss as their body ignited with the heat of incredible climax. A fire that was not put out by the fluid surge that gushed forth from Tempest.

The continued swelling within her erogenous zones ceased, all seven of her cocks serving to direct the added mass outward. Thick stream of cum-like milk surged forth, most of the sweet semi-liquid coating Chomper's fur. Tempest could feel her familiar's belly swell from the sheer mass of the seed that poured into her.

The more aroused and lustful she became, the more her cock, balls, tits, and nipples would grow, containing the sexual energy that any other being would simply radiate aware into the world around them, seeking to draw a lover or a mate. But Tempest didn't need to do that. Her lover and mate would be with her always, as they were bound together in their souls.

"H-how big can I get?" Tempest panted.

"I-I'm not sure, but I think we better take this to the shower before we ruin the carpet." Chomper replied.

The tigress nodded, and managed to coax her still erect shaft from her familiar's sex. She stood and spread her wings, giggling and basking in the afterglow of her wondrous climax.

Chomper took her mistress' tail in her mouth, and began tugging her to the bathroom.

"Geez, and after all the clawing, dead mice, and litter box training, here I am getting YOU to not make a mess on the carpet." The familiar growled playfully.

Tempest laughed and kneeled down to hug her familiar and mate, "Okay, first spell we learn; Summon Dirt Devil."

Chomper sighed and tugged harder on her mistress' tail.