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[b][u][center]The Cats of Bast (Remake)[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]For Rayoelgatubelo[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

After making sure that the yearbook club was scheduled to meet after Valentine’s Day, and not on it, like last year, Lilia Sharer said her goodbyes to the rest of the club and started making her way to class. The hallways of Grant State University were filling up again now that winter break was over, and she knew better than to think it would be anything less than the traffic jam of student bodies that it had always been. Shuffling between one gap to another to make her way forward, she gradually forced her way out of the little side hallway that her club had for its main offices and down a main one to her next class.

It was a bit of a trip, but the dark-haired girl had left early enough to make sure that she wasn’t late. She joined the rest of the students walking in, her books under her arm as she made her way to one of the desks in front, and quickly took her seat.

Despite the shouts of other students trying to grab her attention, Lilia kept her eyes forward and her hands on her textbook. There was no real time for socializing with most of them, particularly not with this class.

Though that wasn’t to say that the class wasn’t without its temptations.

As the other students filed in, she flicked her eyes back to the door, catching sight of one of the few others that actually had any grasp on Ancient Cultures. Cipriano, or Chip, as she heard he preferred to be called, stepped away from his clique of followers in the hallway and walked past her. Lilia kept her eyes down just a bit, enough to watch him without looking like she was watching him, or at least, so she hoped.

[i]Not really fair that he’s so good looking,[/i] she thought as she caught a safe glance at him. He was a typical example of Italian good looks, and one of those men that looked like they were able to just roll out of bed without having to try to look good. Compared to most others in the room, he just…shone. He stood out, and not just for his looks.

While she knew he didn’t get the best of grades in class – the professor didn’t seem to agree with anonymous grading – she knew that he knew the topic. Every time that he joined in the discussions, Cipriano actually brought some interesting bits of knowledge in, and the professor never contradicted him, even when the information seemed particularly ludicrous.

[i]Perhaps…[/i]

Lilia briefly considered asking him out. It had been on her mind for a while, considering that he was in the same class, and the fact that he seemed like a decent, if distant, person, but it was hard for her to consider. There were so many responsibilities that she had to fulfill, from the yearbook club to her own studies to the different reports and petitions she was putting together for the school government. It was enough to take up all her time, and she knew better than to try and put anything else on her plate.

But still, temptation lingered, and she blushed as she realized that she’d been staring at him for a while. She whipped her head around, just as the professor stepped into the room.

Lilia was almost happy for the rapid click-click sound of the professor’s footsteps, as it meant that there was no chance that she could be distracted now that it was time to learn. She looked up, meeting the stern gaze of Professor Qawwi, sitting up straight in her chair.

“Good afternoon, class.”

“Good afternoon, Professor Qawwi.”

The entire class parroted it back, something that they had learned a long time back. On their first day, she’d given a no-nonsense speech, ensuring that they all knew what the point of the class was and how they were expected to act throughout it. She had no doubt that the professor had meant every word of it, and had gone along with the authoritarian regime that Professor Qawwi had established quite happily.

Some other students hadn’t, and…well, they paid the price, usually with a drop in their grades or a banishment from the classroom for a few days. It usually amounted to the same things for those that weren’t bothering to pay attention.

She settled back in her chair as the teacher sat down on the edge of her desk. The Egyptian woman adjusted the pendant that had slipped free of her shirt, and looked around the classroom.

“Today, we will be talking about the ancient deity Bast. Who can tell me what this deity was?”

Lilia was the first to raise her hand, though there was a lazy lift of a hand from Cipriano, as well. She was the one called on, though.

“Bast was the goddess of cats, wasn’t she? And…yes, she was…something of a fertility goddess?”

Her confidence wavered halfway through. She hadn’t gotten quite as much research done on the topic as she would have liked, due to her busy schedule, but it felt like the right answer. When the professor nodded, she let out a sigh of relief that she hadn’t realized that she’d been holding.

“Yes, that’s quite correct.”

The professor chuckled.

“Of course, there are other things that Bast was associated with, as well. Fertility and cats were among them, but she was also the goddess of various sorts of magic, and, in the evolution that she achieved through other cultures, became something of a goddess of love, as well. There were many different incarnations of her throughout history, but Bast is the original.

“As some of you may know, Bast’s holy day is Valentine’s Day, which is right around the corner. I am considering giving extra credit to those that might be able to dedicate time to rituals involving her, so if there are any interested in that, let me know, and I will direct you to the proper resources.”

“Valentine’s Day? What, you mean like Lilia’s birthday?”

She didn’t know who said it, but she blushed as soon as attention was called to it. The professor whipped her head around, turning those severe, burning eyes towards her, and Lilia shrank back into her chair, blushing so hard that her cheeks felt like they’d burn the edges of her hair. The professor cocked her head to the side.

“I suppose, yes. The ancient legends gave a great deal of prestige to those born on a god’s holy day. Lilia, if such is the case, then you would have been blessed by the goddess in the old days.”

“I’d be happy to take the blessing today, ma’am.”

Particularly considering her rather empty love life. She shook her head, trying not to think too much on that.

The professor kept staring at her for a little while longer, then let the topic fade, going on about something else. She was rather happy to let that happen, considering the sheer humiliation of having everyone in class stare at her for her rather circumstantial birthday.

It was an open secret that she was too busy with her studies and her clubs to be able to date anyone, and it was open speculation on the state of her sexuality and her sex life. In reality, she hadn’t had a date since she was in high school, and even then, there had never been anything more than the most innocent petting going on. She hadn’t had the chance to experience the sort of ‘love life’ that most of the other college girls bragged about on a daily basis.

And she hadn’t had a chance to try out some of the more fun things that they kept talking about doing with their boyfriends, either. She glanced off to the side, looking at Cipriano once more, but she pushed that thought out of her head. Even if she wanted to – and she wasn’t sure if she did – it was a bad idea to start dating right when all the classes were kicking back into high gear. Unfair for her, unfair for him, and just wrong all around.

It didn’t mean she didn’t think about it, though…

#

When class was dismissed, Lilia made her way to the library, as she always did between classes. It was easier to get some research done on the different topics covered while the material was still fresh in her mind, rather than waiting for the weekend or a day off. She could use her time more efficiently, that way.

Some of the things that Professor Qawwi had mentioned in class had fascinated her, particularly the mention of legends of the different guardians and supporters of Bast. There were the various temples and priests, of course, but more than that, there had been supernatural creatures that mixed human and animalian qualities, almost like the werewolves of ancient Europe. The idea of something like that populating Egyptian mythology intrigued her, and she was curious what sort of evidence there was for the idea.

She reached the mythology section quickly, the library long-memorized from her many sessions in it over the last year, and Lilia found Egypt’s little shelf without any trouble. It was smaller than the rest, she was surprised to see, but it meant that she’d have an easier time finding what she was looking for…she hoped.

Unfortunately, there seemed to be a book missing. She cocked her head to the side when she found a gap between the deities in general and the ancient creatures that were intended to be part of their pantheon, and was about to go to the library when she heard the throat-clearing sound of someone entirely too satisfied with themselves. She turned with an expression of irritation, only for it to fade instantly as she saw who it was.

“C-Chip.”

She blushed as she stuttered on his nickname, but he only chuckled.

“Cipriano, for you.”

“I apologize, I just heard – what are you doing here?”

“Probably the same as you. Looking up some of the things from class today?”

“I didn’t know that you did research.”

“I don’t, but the professor wanted me to make sure that the books for her rituals were actually checked in.”

“Her rituals?”

“Well, she does practice.”

She hadn’t known that about Professor Qawwi, though considering the woman’s attention to detail for the various other parts of Ancient Cultures, she supposed that wasn’t too surprising. The woman didn’t seem to live in the same reality as the rest of them, sometimes, and if she worshiped old gods, then perhaps that would explain some of it.

She was about to go back to looking through the books when Cipriano cleared his throat again. She looked back, and blinked.

“That…”

He waggled a book in front of her, and it took more than a little self-control to keep from leaping for it. [i]Bast and Her Cats[/i] was the title in gleaming gold, and it had the same sort of creature that Professor Qawwi had been describing on the cover. It almost jumped out of her hands when she got her fingers around it, but Cipriano didn’t let go. She groaned, looking up at him as she tried to pull the book away from him.

“Come on, I need to know more about this.”

“I could tell you more, myself. My family knows almost as much about this as the professor.”

“But I want the book, too.”

“Tell you what.”

He leaned in, his too-handsome face turning up with a smile as he whispered to her.

“I’ll give you the book, if you’ll go on a date with me for Valentine’s Day.”

Her heart just about stopped in its place when she heard that, her eyes going about as wide as they could possibly go. Her breath felt like it had stopped, too, and she couldn’t quite get it to start up again.

Valentine’s Day date with Cipriano? There were more than a few girls on campus that would kill for the chance to have that, yet he was offering it to her. That seemed impossible, and yet, it was happening.

She stared at him, her mouth working silently. It was more than just the fact that he was heir to a huge chain of restaurants – just pizza restaurants, but a whole chain – and more than just the fact that he was one of the best-looking guys in school. There was just something about him that left her unable to believe that he’d choose her, of all the girls around. She slowly worked herself around to the obvious answer.

“Yes…”

“Yes?”

“Yes, please?”

He chuckled, and she blushed, but she got the book. Lilia tucked it under her arm, suddenly horrified that she might be the butt of some sort of joke, but there was no sign of that. No sudden appearance of other people that were going to mock her, no sudden ripping of the book away, nothing that would have hurt her. Only a smile and a nod.

“I’ll be by on the weekend to pick you up, then. It’ll be the first date for the both of us in some time, I think.”

“Y-yeah. I’ll…I’ll see you then.”

“Good. And…just a suggestion?”

“Yeah?”

“Wear something…flowing.”

He smiled and winked at her, and then walked off. She was walking on air for the rest of the day.

#

Her research consumed the rest of her week, and Lilia didn’t much care. It was the only thing that distracted her from thinking of Cipriano, and everything else that meant.

A date with the best-looking guy in school was not a secret kept easily, and she hadn’t been above bragging to those that were interested in hearing about it. She went out of her way to talk to other people, at first, and then started to hold back when she realized that she sounded like one of those slutty girls that were talking about the people that they laid. It wasn’t quite the same, but it was getting to that point, and she didn’t want to be like that.

Still, when the weekend came, and she was sitting on the bench outside her dorm, she blushed as she shuffled about, her dress flowing down her with all the ease and elegance of a girl that had been trying so hard to get attention for months. Everything that she’d learned in high school to look good came into play here, with her breasts pushed up by an old push-up bra, and her face beaten with so much make-up that it looked like someone had thrust her down a powder mine. She didn’t care. She looked good, and she just hoped that Cipriano thought the same.

He seemed to, when he drove up in a rather shiny car. He opened the door for her, guided her in, and she was happily pulled into his arms as they made their way out. He kept one arm over her shoulder the entire time, taking her to the restaurant just off-campus that was usually out of her price range, but tonight, he was paying.

It went by in a blur, her happiness climbing with each passing minute. The food was amazing, and for the first time, she allowed someone to buy her bottles of wine. She didn’t know what it was supposed to taste like – most of them had a weird sort of vinegar flavor, and something bitter in the back of it – but it was still enjoyable enough. She started to get a bit tipsy, enough to wobble in her chair from time to time, and enough to make her happy that she wasn’t going to be the one driving home.

The only strange thing was that Cipriano kept checking his phone through the meal, looking at some sort of update before giving a short response in turn. She kept thinking that she should ask him to turn his phone off on her special day, but she didn’t want to ruin it, didn’t want to make things awkward, so she didn’t say anything.

Instead, she just enjoyed his charm, the food, and the strange wine that was making her feel sleepier and sleepier.

By the time that they went out to the car, she was stumbling around, and she didn’t want to go on the walk in the park that he suggested to round out her night. She did it anyway, though, because it was him suggesting it, and she didn’t want to make him feel bad, and she wanted another date. Lilia knew that it was stupid, considering that she was on the verge of throwing up, but who knew what was smart when they were drunk, really?

They arrived, and he walked over to her door, pulling it open. Lilia tried to step out, but she found, to her shock, that she could no longer move. Her legs didn’t obey her, and her arms didn’t want to reach out to pull at the supports on the edge of the door. She could barely move her head, letting it loll off to the side as he looked down at her. She swore that Chip had a toothy smile on his face when he leaned in, whispering to her.

“Happy birthday, Lilia…”

He pulled her up, and she slipped down into darkness.

#

When she opened her eyes again, Lilia knew something had happened. She was no longer drunk, for one, and she hadn’t thrown up. She had something of a hangover, but it hadn’t been that long since she fell unconscious. At least, she didn’t think it was. Either it was still her birthday night, or she had been knocked out for longer than a day, considering the moon was high in the sky.

She looked down, and realized that she wasn’t touching the ground anymore. Or rather, she was, but she wasn’t standing up. She was lying on her back, her arms and legs pushed outwards in a wide star, and she…she was tied down.

“What…what the hell?”

“Oh, looks like you’re finally awake.”

She whipped her head to the side at the female voice, and her eyes went wide at the sight of her teacher in black robes standing just outside the little circle carved into the ground around her. Professor Qawwi didn’t show the slightest hint of hesitation as she walked over, darkened fingers stroking down the side of Lilia’s cheek, all the way down to her neck.

“I was starting to think that Chip had drugged your wine a little too much. I told him to wait for the effects to settle before pushing more, but he was always an impatient boy.”

“I’m more than a boy, you know. Just because you’re older…”

“You are an impatient man, then, too eager for your fun to listen to the reasons for it.”

The professor shook her head, but it wasn’t enough for Lilia. She whipped her head around to the other voice, her face falling at the sight of Chip in the same robes as the professor. Everything was wrong. This…this had to be a nightmare.

She pulled on the chains tying her down, but there was no chance of her breaking free of them. Thick manacles held her ankles and her wrists in place, digging in hard as she tried to pull herself free. It didn’t work, and it only made her feel more uncomfortable, more out of place, and more fearful.

Professor Qawwi and Chip stood over her, the pair of them slowly pulling their robes off. Pale man and golden woman stood on either side of her, both of them completely naked for whatever reason that they had come up with for what they were doing. She squirmed, whimpering, blushing as she was forced to look up at bare cock and bare pussy.

“Don’t rape me…please…don’t rape me. I don’t know what I did wrong, but please, don’t rape me.”

“It’s more than rape for this night,” Professor Qawwi said.

“What are you talking about?! You’re crazy.”

“This is Valentine’s Day, the eve of Bast. Do you know what that means?”

“I…what are you talking about?! Let me go!”

“You’re a smart girl, Lilia, and I know you did the research. What are the legends of Bast?”

Lilia shivered, the teacher’s voice pulling her right back to the classroom, almost rendering her helpless but to try and find an answer to the question. It was what she always did, what she was trained to do.

She remembered the book, remembered the various different legends about the were-cats that supported Bast, were her creatures, her guardians, her sacred creations. She remembered the legends of the wars that she had read about, and she…

She remembered the Restoration.

She remembered the time when a human, born under the signs of Bast, had been taken and used and filled and bred until the lines of lost were-cats were restored, so that litter after litter was born to the world and those lines of old times – from Rome and from Egypt, from Alexander and Persia – could find new successors.

Her eyes went wide as she stared at the two above her, shaking her head.

“No, you’re crazy! There’s no such thing. They don’t…they…”

Both the professor and her fellow student were grinning, and she needed a moment to realize what was wrong with their expressions. The answer came to her a few seconds later.

Humans didn’t have fangs.

The points of their teeth pushed past their lips ever so slightly, as if they had grown that little bit too long for their smiles. Lilia’s eyes went wider still as she stared at their faces, the way that the little whiskers she’d never seen on Chip’s face were slowly growing longer, turning from facial hair to the black and yellow lines of a leopard. Along the professor’s face, similar fur was growing in, taking on the pale yellow look of something else, something…something sleek, and powerful, and predatory.

Her squirms got worse as she tried to pull her arms free again, but the transformation continued. Even as Chip leaned down, stroking her cheek with one hand that was already getting furry and soft along the top, rough along the palm, he was transforming before her eyes. She saw his eyes change color, his lips and his nose pushing forward as he grunted slightly.

“You think that you would be kidnapped by those that didn’t have power, girl?” Professor Qawwi said from above. “I know what I am, and I’ve known Chip’s family for years. There are secrets in the dark, little girl. Secrets that you will soon come to know.”

“Why?”

She whispered, staring up at Chip.

“Why…why me?”

“Well, mostly because the teacher asked me to,” he said, chuckling as he stroked his hand down her neck. “Nothing personal, Lilia. But…when you get offered all that credit for class, and the chance to fuck the prettiest girl in the room, consequence free? You take it.”

Lilia whimpered, shaking her head even as the transforming man leaned down over her, his breath puffing hot against her neck. She could make out the silhouettes of others in the area, other people standing at the edge of the circle drawn around her. The moonlight was too dim to make out further faces, but the silhouette of her teacher and her date was bad enough.

She gasped as he suddenly thrust a finger under her dress, pushing up against her panties. She felt the claw wriggling against the cloth down there, pushing it inside of her, and she barely held herself together at the rough intrusion. Her eyes clenched shut as she whipped her head to the side, biting her lips as she tried not to scream.

Why was she trying to hide it? She knew that there had to be someone else out there…right?

No, she realized. The professor would have isolated them. Qawwi was insane, but not that insane. She would know that someone would come looking if there was the slightest chance that her shrieks would catch attention. Screaming would only get her in trouble, and possibly make them laugh at her. She squirmed, trying to pull her pussy off of Chip’s finger, but that was as impossible as everything else had been.

He pushed her, grinding her up against the ground even as he continued to grow. The fur had covered his entire upper body now, and was spreading down to his lower half. Even as he crouched over her, she could see the swelling pinkness of his cock, the way that it was slowly changing from the base up. She had never seen a human cock in person, and the sight of it now, the way that it swelled and bobbed and throbbed in front of her, was not the way that she imagined being introduced to this particular portion of anatomy.

“Chip. Stop holding back, and just do it.”

“Her, or my transformation?”

“Your transformation. We have limited time.”

He shrugged, and before her eyes, her temporary boyfriend swelled to the heavens. Her eyes went wide as he suddenly burst upwards, growing a few feet taller in the space of seconds, standing almost eight feet tall with a swishing tail that looked almost as long as her leg. She couldn’t believe the impossibility of it all, particularly –

He moved closer to her, grinding against the exposed part of her leg, and his cock looked like it was as big as four of her fingers pushed together. It was an impossible size, something that looked like it would rip her apart in seconds, something that would turn her inside-out if it pushed inside and then pulled back. The idea was more than enough to leave her screaming.

As soon as she opened her mouth, though, the professor moved, darting forward too quick for her to see. Two tawny paws pressed down on either side of her head, and the professor’s pussy was mashed right down against her lips. Her mouth was still open, and the lioness – for that was what Qawwi had become – oozed and dripped into her mouth.

“If you are going to scream, scream for Bast. Scream her pleasure into me, while Chip breeds your new children into you.”

“I think I can get the bite in now.”

“Do it. I want her transforming for her first litter.”

Litter. That was another word that she didn’t want to her, and she screamed again. Her lips vibrated with the force of it, and her professor moaned over her, dripping more. The thick juices of the feline pussy over her almost made her gag with disgust, but there was no way to avoid it. Her mouth was pinned open, and it oozed right over her tongue and down the back of her throat. It was like a total gag, keeping her from seeing anything else, keeping her from being able to scream or even move.

She felt Chip’s fingers leave her sex, and he loomed over her as he leaned down. His teeth scraped against her neck, his head bumping the professor’s leg, and she knew that it was time. If the legends were true about the rest of what happened, they were true about what was going to happen to her now.

He bit down, and she hissed at the puncture pain. The heat that came after, though, that was the real problem.

She screamed again and again as his teeth came away, the warmth of her blood running down the side of her neck nowhere near distracting enough to make her forget the heat that was burning through her blood. She shook, she spasmed, and the manacles around her limbs dug in hard.

“Take her! Take her now!”

Qawwi’s commands were immediately followed, and Lilia felt her legs parted by something too huge to deny. Her dress was pushed up, pulled over her stomach and exposing her. She tried to pull her legs together once more, but it was impossible. The leopard between her legs was too strong, too large, too big for her to deny. He pushed forward, shoving his cock against her thighs, and then against her slit. It almost didn’t go in, the barbs rubbing against her outer lips, and for a moment, she hoped that she might be too tiny for him to be able to fuck.

And then that hope was dashed, as he pushed down with his fingers, forcing her pussy open, and then managed to get the tip inside of her. She screamed as he pushed forward, his cock forcing its way into her body, his barbs raking over her inner walls. It hurt, it scratched, it bumped her in the worst possible ways.

Through it all, the heat in her blood burned hotter, and she could feel something else happening. Something prickly, running through her arms and down her legs, across her belly and along her spine. It felt like a million little insects finding their place, rubbing and stroking and getting into position on her, tickling and itching her.

As she screamed, unwillingly pleasuring the lioness over her as the leopard slammed his too-big cock into her, ripping her apart, she could feel her body warping. The prickling advanced, feeling like one, then a dozen, then a hundred little hairs burst out of her skin, pushing out and forming something new. A layer, a coat. Fur. Fur. FUR!

Lilia was losing her mind, the heat burning through and forcing a coat of fur on her, even as her face and feet started to crack. The two ends of her body started to warp, her toes fattening inside of her shoes, making them feel so tight around them, and her eyes were rolling back as she felt her nose and mouth starting to move in the same way that Chip’s had, slowly pushing forward and getting longer, heavier, bigger.

She didn’t know what to say, didn’t know what to do. All she could do was ride it out. Even as she poked her tongue on the sharper points of her teeth, even as she screamed from the pain of being warped into something so inhuman, the fucking continued.

“She’s already changing. Good, good. She will bear the greatest cubs that we have seen in generations.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m still getting that A, right?”

“Yes, you are, but only after she is pregnant with her first litter.”

“Looks like I’ll have to breed her a few times to make sure it takes.”

“More than likely.”

They were so casual about it, so horrible. She cried, tears running down her extending face, her ears lowering as they grew longer and more flexible. Even as the pain in her tail – her tail – started to grow as it did, she could feel her legs lengthening, her arms getting thicker, her spine popping as it started growing longer and forcing her to expand with it. More than once, the lioness over her face had to shift position, and she realized she was growing taller.

Bit by bit, her body expanded, and her wrists and ankles hurt more than ever. Her high heels popped free as her feet became fatter paws, ripping through the cheap plastic, and her dress was near to bursting at the seams. Her body was too big for it, and her skirt wouldn’t have covered her sex if she was standing up. As it was, it was pulled past her belly button, and she could feel something else.

Her hips started to swell, pushing out to meet Chip’s thrusts, and she screamed as her breasts started to grow, too. They were filling up, filling out, going from a slight B cup to something much, much bigger.

Chip grabbed one, and an unwilling moan left her lips. The professor chuckled.

“It seems her change has finally hit her. Now, give her everything.”

He thrust again, and this time, the barbs raked through her in the worst of ways. It…felt…good.

Lilia tried to deny it, but each successive thrust was building up to a pleasurable horror. Every time he slammed in, she felt her breasts growing that much more, the black cloth of her dress starting to rip around them, the bra long since broken beneath them. Bit by bit, they grew, pushing upwards, outwards, trying to become something that they weren’t. She clenched her jaw together, and realized that it was finally strong enough to close.

A pity that her fangs weren’t sufficient to actually hurt her professor for this.

Even as the lioness stood up, dripping over her face, she could see that the professor’s chest had grown too, though not as much as her own. She looked down, saw the black fur that covered her, the long paws that had replaced her feet, the claws on the tips of her fingers. She could see the black dress ripping over her chest, big, heavy tits pushing free, and she could see Chip rutting her, his cock so slippery and wet as it popped in and out of her.

He looked down at her then, and he smiled.

“You are mine, breeder.”

The leopard slammed in, and he came, and as he did, so did she.

Lilia arched her back, her arms flailing and snapping the chains. Had it happened but a moment earlier, had she been able to break them before he came and she did, perhaps things would have been different. Perhaps there would not have been the command he would have over her for this.

But it was too late.

Even as she broke the chains, even as she came, she could feel something settling in her mind, some softness that pushed that intelligence she relied on for so long away. It burned down into her mind, removing her thoughts, her worries, her fears. All that it left was the lust of her first heat.

And for that, she needed more.

Lilia Sharer, panther and breeder of Bast, thrust herself forward. She pushed Chip onto his back, her great black-furred hands on his shoulders as she started slamming her hips down.

Somewhere deep in her head, the screams he made about being too sensitive made her feel much better.

#

She’d been forced to remove herself from the various clubs, and now, she lived in the basement of one of the sorority houses that Naguiba – or Professor Qawwi, she supposed – had put her in. She didn’t know if the other girls there knew about what she had become, but she knew that nobody came to see her except for those approved by Naguiba.

She groaned, chained by her neck to the wall with her pussy drooling down over the ground. She was in a constant heat, a constant need due to her heritage and birthday. Her body was constantly ready to breed, even after being impregnated, and she wasn’t sure if it was for her own good or the others that more and more males were brought down to rut her as the days went by.

Her fat tits hung down low, always dripping with milk these days, and her belly had swollen. It was the first litter of many, she knew, and…and…

[i]I hate it.[/i]

That part of Lilia still existed, buried beneath all the instincts of the were-cat, all the need to breed and spread and grow. It was there, buried and controlled by the one that had thralled her, turned her, bred her. As long as she was commanded, she would remain a breeder, and Chip had no intention of freeing her. She knew that much. He wanted a convenient rutting post, and she served her purpose for that.

Naguiba, though, she had other plans, and those plans…those plans scared her, when she was allowed to think. She shivered, only stopping when the basement door opened, and the scent of another male billowed down. Her pussy clenched, and she slowly moved down to the mating pose.

It was time to be rutted again.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]