Melanie yawned until her jaw cracked, then drove a knuckle into her right eye, attempting scrub the morning’s blurriness out of it. She repeated the motion with her left hand and then licked it, palm to finger tips, before pushing her raven black bangs back into her epic bedhead. The fingers jammed against something hard and slick. Cheap plastic. With a hiss of pain she pulled it out of her hair, it came reluctantly, seemingly adhered to her head and hair by sweat. Blinking, Melanie held it in front of her face until her vision resolved it into a cheap plastic headband with two extremely fuzzy grey ears glued to it.

“Oh shit.” She swore in whispered horror. Her eyes panned downward to look at herself. A skin tight outfit accented with fur trim around her low neckline and wrists hugged her curves. Even thicker fur covered her legs, ending in boots shaped like massive paws. All of it was grey and patterned with large irregular spots. The only skin the outfit showed was Melanie’s ample cleavage. It was the ultimate in “fuck me I’m a snow leopard” costumes.

Twenty-four hours ago the clothes had be nothing more fancy than a grey t-shirt and a worn pair of black jeans.

Dropping a string of explicatives, Melanie stripped herself out of the costume. It put up a fight. The fabric clung to her skin as if it had been adhered by glue. A sound like tape coming off the roll filled the bathroom as it peeled away from her skin, leaving it stinging as if she’d ripped off a full body band-aid. It took a pair of scissors, usually reserved for trimming her eyebrows, to loosen the paw-like boots. Even then it took all the strength she possessed to slowly work them off her feet. As her toes finally came free of the second boot she hurled it against the wall with a roar of victory. Spent, she sat there, stark naked and panting from her battle with her enchanted clothing. Steadying herself, she hauled her sluggish body up and faced the mirror with clear eyes. And swore.

Her own dark brown eyes stared back at her from her round face, framed by her long disheveled hair. Thank gods they were still brown. Once magic got into the eyes it also got into the soul and souls were nigh impossible to clean. Cleaning souls generally involved gods. Gods involved priests and priests took expensive convincing to help when you were an unlicensed alchemist. So theoretically she’d be able to wear clothing without it gaining spots sometime in the near future. That was good. More concerning was that the spell had branched out into doing her makeup. The skin around her nostrils had darkened to an ashy grey and was painted in such a way it appeared flattened, giving her face a feline cast. The spell had not been made to alter makeup and staring at it produced a familiar sinking feeling deep in her guts. Gritting her teeth, she gently touched it with a fingertip. Melanie found its surface moist. No paint came away on her fingers. Worse the touch had made it itch, producing an odd restlessness in her tongue. A definite urge to lick her nose.

“Talk about a hangover that leaves you feeling fuzzy.” A voice shattered Melanie’s internal cataloging of how fucked she was.

Turning towards the second door of the bathroom, Melanie found a her housemate, and more than occasional bed-mate, leaning in the door frame and radiating smugness like a lioness lounging on a rock. Tabitha, or Tammy, had clearly been up for while. Her skin shone with recent sweat and her long golden locks had been pulled back into a french braid that reached the middle of her back. Dressed in a tight hoody and yoga pants, it didn’t take a genius to figure out that Tammy had been engaging in her daily rituals that maintained her lithe and muscular body.

That sexy smugness rekindled Melanie’s temper and she bared her teeth. “Dammit Tammy! You were supposed to make sure I didn’t wear the damn thing to bed!”

The smirk grew. “Hey Mel I warned you that enchanting plastic was a bad idea. Plastics leak.”

Melanie turned back to the mirror in a huff, wrinkling her nose. “Could have be worse I suppose.” She grumbled, “I just have to not act cat-like for a day or two and it should go away.”

“You might want to check below your equator before you conclude that.” Tammy said with a snort.

A bolt of panic shot down Melanie’s spine and went a bit farther than it should have. “Fuck!” Twisting around she discovered the tiny nub of a tail, barely two inches long pressing out over her butt. The black at the tip swirled with the grey fur along its short length. Below the tail, thick fur the color of cream expanded from the tail and curved around her ample buttocks. “Nononono.” Melanie hissed as she turned back around to peer past her breasts and down her front.

Her normal, neatly trimmed triangle of black pubic hair did not greet her eyes. Instead it looked like a fluff bomb had been set off between her legs. Biting her lip, she reached down between her legs. The fur was not only amazingly soft but so incredibly sensitive that a moan of pleasure nearly escaped her throat. Doing her best to ignore the sensations, she parted the fur to find her pussy. Her questing fingers probed through dampening fur and brushed the swollen lips of her sex, sending a jolt of lightning up into her body. Far more pleasure than a simple self touch should ever produce. She had to see. Hunching over herself, Melanie saw that the edge of her pussy had turned the same grey color of her nose, but spreading open the lips revealed bright red flesh, slick and hungry for touch.

“Fuuuuck.” Melanie exhaled, jerking her questing fingers away and slamming them onto the countertop. The sting in her palms distracted her from the hungry fire erupting between her legs. This was precisely the sort of thing she had been trying to avoid by crafting a fashion spell instead of an alteration spell. And yet the damn thing had still taken root! Now not only did she have to avoid acting like a cat, she also had to avoid any sort of sex. Otherwise she’d be ripping the upholstery in very little time. Tomorrow she’d have to drag herself into the mage clinic when they opened and have a purge done, which would leave her retching for days. Between the purge and sick time, she could kiss her meager savings good-bye. Again.

Why did having fun always have to bite her on the ass? Worse she didn’t even remember last night’s fun beyond an alcoholic haze of sex. “Fuck my life.” She told her reflection.

Tammy snickered.

“What’s so funny?” Melanie rounded on Tammy. “You promised me you’d watch me!”

Tammy rolled her eyes. “It’s hard to watch you when you dump me for a prissy nobel prat and his half dozen tools. So don’t try to pin this on me. I’m sure Magus Everett will be happy to see you tomorrow. Come down for breakfast once you’re done with your pity party.” With a shake of her head she left back through the door she came in.

“Hairy cunted bitch.” Melanie muttered under her breath a heartbeat after she was sure Tammy had left.

Tammy’s voice roared back through the doorway, “What did you say!?” She reappeared with her teeth bared, showing sharp fangs. Her normally blue iris glowing with liquid amber from behind narrowed lids.

“Nothing!” Melanie squeaked in terror, backing away from the sink and shrinking back towards her own bedroom.

The wolven features of Tammy’s face faded as she strode forward, those long glorious legs closing the distance with remarkable speed. She reached the bedroom door the moment after Melanie’s hand turned the knob and slammed it closed.

Melanie let go and began to wring her hands together, her head hanging like a guilty child. “I’m sorry Tammy. I’m just frustrated… With myself, not you. Myself. I-I didn’t think you could hear.”

“You know I hate that word. You know what it means to me.” Tammy growled softly in Melanie’s ear. “Yet I hear it muttered every time we fight. Do you really think I’m a controlling bitch wolf? Is that what you really think?”

“No…” The heat between Melanie legs redoubled as she felt Tammy’s hot breath flow over her ear. She pressed her hands flat against the door to kept them far away from her throbbing pussy and struggled to keep her mind focused “… I just want…” The words failed her and she gave a little whine, rubbing her legs together.

“You want me you rescue you? Just like I usually do when your spells bite you in the ass. Which they usually do.” Tammy placed one hand on Mel’s back, hard nails pressing into her spine.

Instinctively, Mel pressed back against Tammy’s hand, its palm radiated warmth, waking the rest of Mel’s body to just how cold she was. “Please help me Tammy. You have to tie me up. Keep me from touching myself. I don’t know if I’ll make it otherwise.” She hoped the prospect of letting Tammy bind her with rope would be enough of a peace offering. While her sex burned for stimulation, her skin hungered to feel the werewolf’s arms around her; the safest place in the world from herself.

Tammy’s hand began pull downwards, slowly dragging the nails along Melanie’s spine. “What if I’m sick of bailing you out Mel? After the cowbell, the shadow tentacles and nearly turning us both to stone, your strikes are all used up.” Her hand reached the small of the smaller woman’s back and flipped; the fingers crawling down Melanie’s spine towards the little tail nub.

Melanie eyes widened as she realized the destination of those claw-like nails. “Tammy please!” She cried as her body betrayed her, thrust her hips back as those nails began to dig into the flesh right above her tail. Pleasure exploded up her spine and rendered the words in her throat down to low moan. The tail slowly began to inch down toward the floor with each long, hard scratch of Tammy’s fingers.

A pink tongue stole out of Tammy’s lips and licked the edge of Melanie’s still human ear. “After all that work saving you, I think I’m entitled to be a little bit of the b-word my little furry cunt. Beside I’ve been wanting a pet.” An arm stole beneath Mel’s breasts and pulled her close.

“Nnnn-aah,” Mel attempted to protest but her skin sung with the warmth of Tammy’s breasts against her back, adding high notes to the building crescendo of pleasure. The fingers at the base of her tail seemed to reach up through her, touching every place that hungered for contact. Each movement fueled another inch of growth, each new vertebra a blossom of rightness, joining her body as if it had alway meant to be there. New muscles swelled in her back to use it, adding their own notes to song of ecstasy inside her. The now two foot long tail curled upward, revealing her dripping sex to the world.

"Oh what's this?" Tammy took a step back, keeping up the scratching but freeing her other hand to gently seize the fluffy appendage. "Are you presenting to me? Perhaps you’re enjoying this?" She slid her hand down the length of the tail.

The last strand of resistance in Melanie snapped, spun of brittle logic and fear. "Yes! Don't stop!" She cried, thrusting her hips so far out that her legs formed a right angle with her torso, savoring inch after inch of growth in her new appendage.

Tammy grinned as she watch the tail grow in an arch over Melanie back. "Are you sure? I hate to tell you Mel, but you’re dripping all over the floor like a red-light incubus thrall.”

Peeking down she saw that the werewolf wasn’t lying. The fur between her legs had become sodden with fluid and droplets of it were raining down onto the floor. The heat of shame began to crawl over her scalp and pack into her cheeks. So dirty. Yet she couldn’t help herself from pressing needfully up into Tammy’s fingers. The sensations were lancing straight through her, like a huge plug up her ass and getting bigger.

“Look at you, a fucking cat in heat. So needy. Maybe I should stop?” Tammy’s whisper had an edge of malice.

“NO! Don't stop.” Melanie pleaded. She could feel herself getting close, she couldn’t stop now!

Grinning, Tammy brushed a fingertip under the base of the tail right between it and the asshole. Mel shuddered and screamed, “AHHH GODS!" The tail grew nearly a full foot, the tip of it now touching the door Melanie had her forearms flattened against. Her body trembled, every cell begging for release. Yet Tammy continued to tease her, playing with the fuzzy flesh above and below the still extending tail, it brush Mel’s ear and past her shoulder. “Please Tammy!” She pleaded, as her legs trembled so hard her knees knocked together with audible slaps.

“I want to hear you mew for me.” Tammy whispered.

Mel didn’t even think about disobeying, “M-m-m,” she stammered as Tammy seized the base of the tail and pulled, the tail’s five-foot length threading through her hand. Melanie threw back her head; an animal cry rushing from her lungs “MOOOOOOWWWWWWW!” as the orgasm slammed through her body. Her hips bucked as clear juices poured from her sex and onto the tile floor. Mel’s legs gave out and dumped her into it with a splash.

“My what a dirty dirty sneppard you are becoming,” Tammy cooed as Melanie lay there panting in the puddle of her own making. Her mind still reeling from the aftershocks of pleasure and the implications of what had just happened, she could do nothing but shiver under Tammy’s gentle touch. “Why don’t I make us some breakfast while you clean yourself up. Up to you if you use the shower or your tongue.”

Then with an affectionate pat Tammy left the bathroom.