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One Simple Task
  by DS

Contains: humiliation, masturbation, lesbian sex, costumes, transformation

This is the original (smutty) version of One Simple Task, one of the stories dealing with the Kerinkov family. After it was completed, I rewrote the story into a clean version, removing the explicit scenes, slightly improved the narrative and provided more background information on certain characters. This revised (clean) version can be found [here].

Part 1: Black Cat

Vanita clasped her bag firmly as she reached for the doorbell, double-checking the number to make sure she was in the right place. It had to be the right place - she had spent the last half hour walking up and down the street making sure it was, when she was already way late to start with. Her heart sank as time passed without an answer - was miss Kerinkov gone already? The woman was supposed to be some exclusive fashion designer, but the place seemed awkwardly deft, with an impossibly large garden up front, and was situated far from the busy city center... Doubting between ringing the bell a second time and giving up, she jumped as a loud buzzer sounded; recovering, she pushed against the door, which softly clicked open.

The house had an old, musky smell to it, wooden carvings adorning the place, but the hallway was littered with boxes - someone was either moving out or moving in. Vanita put down her bag, trying to look around the broad stairs for a sign of life. "Miss Kerinkov?" she called, and almost immediately a door to her right opened. "You must be Vanita... Vaisham...payan? Is it Vaishampayan? Right this way please". The woman inviting her in was unusually tall, long curling blonde hair, beautiful enough to be a model; perhaps it was Kerinkov's assistant. "I'm Natasha Kerinkov as you may have guessed - please, take a seat" the woman gestured, holding out her hand invitingly. Vanita blushed and shook the woman's hand - she was in the right place after all, but she felt stupid for assuming someone with a European name like Kerinkov would automatically speak in a thick accent.

Miss Kerinkov was younger than she had anticipated as well, seeming in her late twenties, and with such a lush figure that Vanita felt like a dainty little girl before her; she had a rather excessive chest even for her height, her breasts straining in her blouse, and as she walked around her desk she couldn't help notice her round ass - as a girl of Indian descent her own body was hardly frail, but she couldn't help feeling jealous regardless. "You're a little late Vanita, so I'll keep this short. As I explained, I need you to attend the phone for today and tomorrow while I'm out - I only just moved into this place; a proper installation will arrive on Monday but I simply can't afford to leave the phone unanswered until then". Vanita nodded - the job was perfect for her, allowing her to do her first homework assignments and maybe read a little; if she left a good impression, perhaps miss Kerinkov would call on her again for other administrative tasks - after moving into the city for her first year of college her finances had been anything but comfortable, so she could definitely use the money.

"You can use this notepad here to make notes of any calls - like I said, I don't expect there to be many, but just incase someone calls, inform them I'm out for the day and ask only for their name and number - only their name and number, you hear - and let them know I will call them back tonight or tomorrow morning. Any questions?" "Shouldn't be a problem, miss Kerinkov. You'll return around eight in the evening, then?". She tried to match the woman's organized tone, hoping to impress or at least inspire confidence. "Between eight and nine - there are snacks and drinks in the kitchen fridge, feel free to help yourself to those. Just keep your breaks short, I don't want the telephone to be left unattended for too long". Vanita nodded, smiling. Miss Kerinkov leaned closer, lifting her chin with her hand. "You look like a responsible girl. I shouldn't have to mention this, but I don't want you wandering around this place. Don't touch anything you don't need to touch. Don't go anywhere you don't need to go". "Ofcourse, miss." Vanita shrugged off the unsettling feeling she got being near miss Kerinkov. This was going to be a breeze.


With miss Kerinkov gone, she could finally unwind - her first order of business was to claim her space on the desk to do her homework; she placed her books and pads, grabbed her pens and prepared for her first subject. There was an antique clock across the cosy office to help her keep track of time, the silent ticking accompanying the sound of her pen as she worked, and as promised, the phone remained silent.

An hour later Vanita sighed, pushed her chair back and stretched. Two subjects finished, but sitting still for this long made her feel stiff and uncomfortable. A break to stretch her legs would do her good - she took care to stay in shape, priding herself with more or less retaining the nimbleness she trained in her ballet years. The kitchen was close by, and Vanita was surprised by how modern it was - definitely renovated. Miss Kerinkov had called it a 'fridge', but the stainless steel juggernaut before her was more like a warehouse of foods and beverages, offering a wide selection of healthy drinks and snacks for her to choose from. She wondered if Kerinkov was planning to live here alone - the place seemed impractically large for a woman living by herself. Vanita grabbed some orange juice and decided to head back - she could drink it in the office, her priority was to not leave the phone unattended.

But the phone didn't ring. The book she brought simply wasn't captivating, she didn't feel like finishing the rest of her homework just yet... and inevitably, boredom set in. The clock showed miss Kerinkov wouldn't be back for at least four more hours, and she began to worry just how she'd manage to fill that time. She stared at the phone, wanting it to ring now, to break the monotony of having to sit there doing nothing. But the phone didn't ring. Vanita tapped on the desk with her pen, staring around the office yet again - it was an interesting architecture, with high ceiling and a plaster ornament in its center, from which a rich chandelier, adorned with glass or crystal of sorts, was suspended. But she'd seen every inch of the room by now. Bored.

How would Josh be doing? She broke up with him when she moved to this city, avoiding a long-distance relationship, leaving him stunned and heart-broken. The parting was much easier on her than it should've been... wasn't love all about hopeless passion? He had never been more than an accessory, a thing she was supposed to have around. He'd been loyal, caring... but she never felt passion for him, and subsequently she never let him fuck her either, aside from a failed experiment to have him orally satisfy her. Her vibrator had been her best friend throughout those years. Bad thoughts, she didn't want to think about getting off, she couldn't get worked up here for the rest of the day. Vanita shot up five minutes later, first aiming to just stretch her legs a bit again, but the opened door gave her an idea - surely she didn't need to stay in the room, as long as she made sure she remained within earshot of the phone? Her curiosity quickly gained the better hand, and it didn't take her long to abandon her post, leaving the door wide-opened to ensure the telephone could easily be heard.

The living room was richly decorated with more antique furniture, but she spotted several modern touches, making her wonder just how rich miss Kerinkov was to be able to afford things like a massive flat-screen television, adorning the wall almost like a movie screen. She resisted her urge to turn it on - she was terrible with those sorts of high-tech devices, and she always ended up breaking them or being unable to turn them back off. The mixture of old and new didn't really work - it was surprising how someone supposedly fashion-conscious could place a hi-tech speaker underneath a classic painting. The spacious room had broad sliding doors at one side, but Vanita told herself to behave. She had promised not to wander around.

And yet... she couldn't help sneaking a peek into the next room, only dimly illuminated by what little light filtered through the heavy closed curtains. She found the light switch by touch, then gasped in amazement as the large room lit up - between large moving boxes, countless mannequins were already set up, and bolts of cloth were everywhere, mixed with cut-outs, coiled threads, marking crayons, rolled out measurement tape - this was definitely where miss Kerinkov worked, and she marvelled at the outfits on display and in the boxes: uniforms, dresses, stage costumes in all shapes and sizes. Vanita had always loved dressing up, and the room made her feel like a little girl again, anxious to try it all on in one go, but remembering her promise she contained herself - no touching.

Moving further, she suddenly saw something move; her heart first pounding in her throat, she smiled, then laughed at her reflection in a tall mirror, beautifully adorned with a golden frame. A long green dress stood nearby, and she took position behind it, appraising herself in the mirror. The dress was far too lavish for a simple girl like her, she thought - her long black hair and dark skin contrasted with the white silk ribbons and embroidered cloth. It wasn't that she thought herself as unattractive, the male attention she had received at college so far pretty much eliminated such ideas, but she just couldn't see herself wear a dress like that anymore, her days of acting and ballet were behind her.

A pair of costumes caught her eye, elegantly draped over a large chest. One a beautiful jet black, one a grayish white, both full-body costumes; made from an odd, stretching fabric, smooth on the inside, slightly bristly on the outside, mimicking a thin coat of fur. They appeared to be cat costumes, complete with cat-eared hoods and long dangling tails, and the hands and feet had pawed mitts attached to them. She could see no seams, no zipper, no buttons that marred the design, but the costume seemed elastic enough for its wearer to squirm into through the neck hole. Miss Kerinkov's fame and fortune now began to make sense, her talent in producing these was obviously amazing. She hesitated for a moment, then took the black costume over to the mirror and held it against her body; it seemed many sizes too small, but she imagined the stretch would easily accommodate her.

Vanita bit her lip, resisting the urge to try it on. She loved wearing costumes, it had always been her secret attraction to acting and ballet, and a costume like this... but she was here to answer the phone, it was her responsibility to do her job and not snoop around in miss Kerinkov's property. She already broke her promise not to touch anything anyway... It took her effort to put the costume back where she found it, and when she marched out the room she looked back - maybe she could ask miss Kerinkov if she could try one of them on tonight, before leaving? No... what kind of freak would she think she was. Maybe just asking to try on a dress would work... but then she didn't really care for trying the dress.

Vanita sat down at the desk with a sigh, staring blankly outside for a while. The books before her couldn't captivate her, and when she tried to continue homework she found herself doodling cat figures in her notepad instead. What would it feel like, inside such a costume? She traced her arm with her fingers, sighing again, then rested her head on it, hoping for the butterflies in her stomach to die down. Over three hours before miss Kerinkov would return... she never took that long to change, it'd be more than enough time for a little bit of fun... she got up, intending to needlessly stretch her legs some more, but she found herself wandering off again, her feet taking her exactly to where she knew she shouldn't go.


She'd just try it on for a short while, to see how it looked, how it felt - she just wanted to be a little kitty cat for a bit, to experience a professional costume like that, then she'd go right back to studying. Her ethics were outplayed by her fantasies, the prospect of wearing the costume just so... exciting, and she grinned madly while she took off her shoes, slipped off her thin socks and began unbuttoning her blouse. A moment of hesitation caught up with her - what if she wasn't alone after all? Well... so what. The windows were covered, and there were plenty of places to hide behind if someone was to unexpectedly show up. Nothing could go wrong with just trying it on for a moment, and she was giddy with pleasure when, down to her underwear, she poked her foot through the neck hole of the black costume, relishing the feel of the sleek inner fabric against her leg as it slowly disappeared.

Her second leg went in with trouble - the tightness of the costume made it difficult to slide into, and she cringed as her panties slid up with the costume, painfully grinding into her, and after some more attempts she angrily huffed, stripping the costume from her legs again. She blushed as an idea formed in her head, and she once again checked the room - she was all alone, it'd be perfectly alright. Her panties slid down her smooth legs, and after she placed them on her blouse she unclasped her bra, unconsciously covering herself with her arm. Her head spun as her legs slid into the costume, no longer troubled by her underwear, and she gasped as the fabric clung around her ass and crotch - even though the material was stretchy, she wasn't prepared for how tightly it hugged her every curve, her crotch a textbook example of deep cameltoe, the fabric riding inbetween her ass cheeks. She brushed her hands down her hips, shivering with the unexpected tingling sensation. It felt unbelievably soft.

"Geez Vanita, get a grip" she scolded herself, tugging the top half of the costume up along her body, the sleek fabric sliding past her hard and sensitive nipples. Why was she getting so excited over this - it was just a costume. The last bit was tricky, her arms abusing the full stretch of the neckline slipping in and out to stretch the hood over her head, and when she finally squirmed her last arm into the costume, it snapped into place, not quite painfully, and she felt it pull on her skin until it settled. She wiggled her toes in admiration, seeing the puffy footpads respond, and she was amazed she still had some dexterity in her hands, the thick paws around her fingers still moving with her motions. She got up, wobbling on the padded feet - her first criticism with the costume had to be that it didn't really seem comfortable to walk around in, the thick pads making it difficult to balance. Supporting herself on the chest, she moved over to the mirror, and beamed.

She looked gorgeous. Most of her body covered in jet black, with a scruff where the costume ended at her throat. A long tail swished behind her, slightly curled and somehow wasn't a bother no matter how she moved. Her breasts were still very pronounced, and she could even see some of her muscle tone on her stomach; the costume didn't wrap around her body like normal fabric would, it simply clung to the skin, giving a great sense of liberty. She blushed when she noticed her erect nipples actually prodded through the cloth, adding to the illusion of nakedness - but sexy as it was, it was still just a costume. She knew she had to be careful; if she stained it by accident, getting it cleaned up before miss Kerinkov would return could become a problem. Dropping on all fours, she admired how her breasts swayed between her arms, and for a brief moment she imagined her ears twitching happily. "Mrrreow" she purred to her reflection, and giggled, her head oddly warm, fuzzy.

Moving around to pose, she noticed the costume had some sort of padding in the knees - could it have been designed for that kind of position? If it was designed for the theater, where actors probably crawled around on stage in true feline fashion, it'd make sense to design pads like that; she smirked as she mimicked such moves, prowling back and forth before the mirror. She was one hell of a sexy kitten, and her near-nakedness made fantasies come easy. Oh, the lucky guy who'd come home to find her in his kitchen, horny and hungry to suck the milk from his cock... then in the mornings, she'd crawl into his bed, licking his cock until it was rock hard, then sit ready, wiggling her ass, desperate to be mounted, to be fucked from behind like an animal... "Oh no" she whimpered, but she was all flustered, and her mind took off on its own.

Her owner, a woman, towering over her in the kitchen, smooth, panty-clad legs aside her. She bends down, her shapely ass now next to her face, and places a saucer of milk on the floor for her. She crawls closer, licking the woman's hand in gratitude. "Kitty likes the cream?" She feels so small, so stupid to be fed by this woman, but being with her is so nice, and she nods dumbly as she begins lapping up the milk. The woman strokes her hair so gently, scritching between her ears, makes her head buzz with pleasure, and when the milk is all gone her hands move down her back, and she arches into the touch. "Good kitty" the woman coos, and she rub herself against the woman's legs, the petting making her so comfortable, so aroused. She looks up to the woman, pleading. It's miss Kerinkov, smiling so beautifully, and she pitifully mewls for attention, raising her ass. Please miss, rub my pussy?

Vanita bit her lip, reaching between her legs with her mitt. "Silly kitty" she imagined miss Kerinkov saying as her fingers would dip into her slit; she began fiercely rubbing herself through the costume, losing control. Just a horny pet, getting her pussy rubbed by her mistress... miss Kerinkov smelled so nice, was so beautiful, made her feel so good... Naughty Vanita, clumsy Vanita, needing this wonderful woman to pleasure you, making you cum on her slender fingers...

She moaned loudly, her pussy quivering against her paw, pleasure rippling through her body, pulsing with her staggered breath, her shaking limbs barely able to support her, and she lowered herself onto the carpet, lost in post-orgasmic bliss.

Vanita sat up against a large cardboard box to recover, hating herself for what she had just done, but at the same time amazed, frightened almost at how powerful her climax had been. She looked at herself in the mirror, her furred chest rising and falling with her shallow breath. "What the hell is wrong with you..." she whimpered, trying not to think about the depravity of actually masturbating to some fantasy about being petted by miss Kerinkov... focusing instead on how the heck she was going to get the costume clean. Her crotch seemed saturated with her wetness, and she trembled touching her pussy, still incredibly sensitive through the fabric. She screwed up badly, and she had to fix things fast.

But as she pawed at her head, she couldn't get a grip on the hood. It wrapped around her too tightly, and the mitts made it impossible to get her digits underneath it, ending up just stroking her head, useless aside the pleasant sensation, and a foreboding shiver ran down her spine. The scruff at her throat similarly didn't budge - she couldn't even feel the lining underneath the fuzz. Remembering how she originally got into the costume, she began wiggling her fingers inside the mitts, trying to push her way out, but even though she could ball up her hand inside the paw, her sleeves appeared to be stuck against her skin. Transpiration. She got too worked up, the material would never slide off in its damp state, not until she calmed down and let it breathe a bit somehow. She thought about how long exactly that was going to take, and dabbed her crotch with her blouse to absorb the worst of it. Then a shrill ringing sounded in the distance, and she froze.


"Fuck!" She forgot about the phone. She needed to answer the phone. She stumbled forward, trying to walk, but aside making it difficult to keep her balance, the stupid costume was preventing her from stretching her legs properly, and after only a few steps she slumped back to the ground. The ringing continued incessantly in the background. No choice but to crawl, she could worry about getting out of the costume later, she had to get to the office right now. The padding made crawling comfortable enough, but it was so slow, so slow. Into the living room. Still the phone rang, and her limbs were getting tired from her exertion. Into the office. She lifted herself onto the chair, the phone ringing loudly next to her, and she fumbled with the horn, the mitts hardly giving enough grip to even lift it, but she managed a desperate attempt and held it against her head. "H-Hello?" she gasped. Dial tone.

"SHIT SHIT SHIT!!" One simple task. Answer the phone, write down name and number, don't ask further questions. And she managed to blow it. Stupid stupid stupid. Her mind milled around for excuses, anything to make her failure sound a little more acceptable. But the only excuse was that she was a horny nineteen year old that frigged herself to orgasm wearing someone else's costume while she should've been in the office. She miserably stared at the phone - even if it had enough buttons to maybe have some fancy redial option, she wouldn't know how to operate it. Probably couldn't even operate it with these mitts. Maybe the person would call back, but she needed to get out of the costume before then, she could not afford to miss any more calls, or she could forget about getting paid, let alone getting asked back ever again. Her eyes drifted momentarily to the scissors on the desk, but what good would irreparably damaging this sophisticated costume do?

To make matters worse, the exertion of crawling all the way to the office had only made her transpire further, making the costume feel almost glued to her skin. She couldn't even loosen it biting gently with her teeth, let alone slide it up and down her arms or legs. She quickly got up from the chair, realizing she was making a distinct wet spot on the seating, but standing up was tiresome, and after a while she gave up, dropping down to her hands and knees again. There was only one chance for her: to sit still, try to answer calls despite her costume handicap and get the costume off the moment it loosened up again. Less than two hours until miss Kerinkov would return.

She sat against the desk, draping her tail around her, hugging her knees with her arms. Time crawled. The costume began to itch, probably not intended to be worn for long periods or something, or at least not without talcum powder, but she tried to ignore it. The tight hood was making her ears throb lightly, distracting her thoughts. How did miss Kerinkov end up in her fantasies anyway? Every now and then she tried to budge the suit again, and every time it seemed more futile. Why did she always cum hardest when she fantasized about being dominated? Perhaps it was time to face the fact that she might have to explain to miss Kerinkov how she got into that suit. Why fantasize about women in the first place?

It was becoming a worrying trend lately, and she blamed Sophia, her blonde roommate, for most of it. Sure, Sophia was a beauty, a soft cheerleader body, plump tits, white smile, natural blonde. They met in the introductory period, stuck with each other and decided to combine their luck to find a nice room to share rent. Worked like a charm, in no small part because of Sophia winding their landlord around her finger for a generously low base rent. They became close friends, went out to eat together, helped each other out when needed, but Vanita didn't understand why she had started popping up in her wet dreams after a while. Sure she saw the girl naked in her room, but she saw plenty of girls naked, and she never fantasized about having their heads between her thighs to 'experiment'. Why was that thought making her hot even now?

"Sorry miss Kerinkov, I spilled juice all over my clothes and had to put something on while they dried, so I walked past all the dresses and gowns and went through great trouble to put on this cat costume". Yeah, that was going to work just brilliantly. A little over an hour to get out of the wretched costume. Just then she heard the key click in the lock, the front door opening and closing. It couldn't be...


"Vanita?" miss Kerinkov called, her keys rattling onto the desk. She shrunk back, retreated to the doorway, too ashamed to show herself. "Vanita?!" miss Kerinkov called louder, and she bit her lip, swallowed hard and stepped into the office, supporting herself on the door post. "Ummm... m-miss Kerinkov, I..." she started, but faltered, beet red with embarrassment. "Vanita... my God". She realized the costume didn't really help cover her up that well, and quickly placed her free hand over her crotch, still unable to face miss Kerinkov. "Do you have any idea what you've done?" "I'm so sorry miss, I just..." Kerinkov's serious demeanor seemed to soften, and she approached Vanita, tracing the costume's hood with her finger. "I guess that explains why you didn't answer the phone when I called". Vanita thought quick - if that call was miss Kerinkov herself, then she didn't technically miss any... "Thankfully it looks good on you..." Was she letting her off the hook? Could she really be that lucky? "W-well... it's kind of..." "I like it" Kerinkov smiled, and turned around.

Vanita tried to walk into the room, but promptly lost balance. "I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have put it on, I'll take it off right away and make sure you wouldn't even know anything happened to it...". Kerinkov looked down at her, and she looked away in shame. She really felt like a lowly critter now, wanted to just crawl into a dark corner; even if Kerinkov could somehow overlook her blatantly ignoring her duties and messing up her costume... she still betrayed her trust. "Well? I thought you were going to take it off?" She looked up at miss Kerinkov now, saw her beautiful smile, unsure if she was pitying her or mocking her. "Miss Kerinkov, I'm sort of... sort of stuck in it". Kerinkov nodded. "Ofcourse you are". Vanita swallowed, looking up pathetically. "Could you please help me out of it?" Miss Kerinkov sank through her knees, running her hands over Vanita's back. "Let's see how you fit into it".

Vanita tried hard to stop her body from reacting to miss Kerinkov's examination, plucking at the costume, tracing her head, shoulders, then her ass. "Hmm... why did you put on this particular costume, Vanita?" Vanita exhaled, her body so tense. "It... it just seemed fun, I don't know..." "Does dressing up like a beast turn you on or something, hmm?" Vanita blinked, blushing even more intensely - did she notice?! "N-no, I m-mean..." Vanita started, but miss Kerinkov slipped her finger between her legs, feeling her crotch, and she could feel her wetness against the woman's hand; denying it was pointless. "Y-yes it does..." This was getting way too weird, way too personal, but she didn't dare protest, all she wanted was to get out of the costume, and she needed miss Kerinkov to help her with that. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, Vanita" Kerinkov smiled, stroking her back again, and Vanita felt her arousal grow. "I'm afraid you really are stuck though, I can't help you".

Was she serious? "You don't understand miss, I have classes on Monday, I can't go around wearing this, I-" Kerinkov looked at her with an icy gaze. "It's you who doesn't understand, girl. Do you really think that's an ordinary costume?" "No, ofcourse not" Vanita countered. "I mean, it's nothing like anything I've ever seen... I bet it's really expensive, I should've never..." "Oh it is expensive too - I've sold costumes like that for over a hundred thousand dollars, and I feel they're worth many times that; do you think I could just let you walk home with it?" Vanita shrunk back hearing that figure. She was wearing a fortune. "I... I guess not..." Miss Kerinkov rose to her feet, and Vanita looked up at her in confusion. "Miss Kerinkov... what am I supposed to do?! I can't stay in this costume forever, I-" "Why not? It'll grow on you". Miss Kerinkov had a lousy sense of humor, that much was certain, but Vanita wasn't sure how to respond. "Let's go get something to eat, you must be hungry". Why couldn't she just help her out of the costume? Kerinkov was heading out towards the kitchen, leaving Vanita alone and miserable in the office. "W-wait, I can't... I can't walk in this" she called, clumsily crawling after miss Kerinkov. "Ofcourse not - kitties don't walk, they crawl" Kerinkov laughed in the distance, and Vanita sighed in shame, trying her best to keep up. She deserved this humiliation.

Crawling through the hallway she felt the draft against her hot, wet pussy inside the costume, incessantly reminding her of what that humiliation was doing to her; she had to get in control of herself before things got even worse, but thinking was so hard when she was horny.


Vanita climbed onto a seat, blushing as she caught a reflection of herself in the cupboard window; looking down, she noticed her nipples were even more accented in the costume than before. The microwave whirred softly, and something already smelled good - she felt her stomach churn with hunger now, and she was glad for something to take her thoughts away from her predicament and arousal, as well as for the plastic covers on the seat she was on. "You don't mind Chinese? It's not very lavish, but it's tasty and quick... unless you want me to open up a can of sardines for you?" She politely laughed with miss Kerinkov, the cat jokes still coming strong. "No, no... Chinese is fine. H-how was your day?" Attentive, yet to the point - she needed to steer the subject away her predicament. "Hmm? Dull - left the affairs to my assistant, I think I can afford to skip going altogether tomorrow". She turned to Vanita, giving her a sly smile when she saw the question on her lips. "Don't worry - I'm sure I can find another use for you". Vanita sighed, not feeling like another day of embarrassment; she wasn't in a position to refuse miss Kerinkov anything however, not after how she screwed up the first and only task she had been given so far.

The microwave chimed, and Vanita sat patiently while miss Kerinkov divided the food between the plates - it reminded her of most of the home meals she shared with Sophia; despite all her mother's cooking lessons, she hadn't been enthusiastic enough to start cooking so far, same for Sophia, but the growing list of fast food leaflets always brought an answer. Kerinkov had even cut up the mixed dish into bite-sized chunks, but as she reached for her chopsticks she realized the impracticality of her costume: after pointlessly shoving the sticks across the table with her paws, she sighed in frustration, and miss Kerinkov looked up from her meal. "I... I can't..." Vanita started, showing her paws in emphasis. "Then don't use your hands" was miss Kerinkov's easy solution, and the slight irritation in her voice dissuaded Vanita from questioning her. Eat without her hands? She stared at her food, salivated at the smell, but she was confused about what was expected of her. "M-miss Kerinkov, I don't think I-..." she stammered. Kerinkov put her sticks down, calmly got up, lifted the plate from the table, placed it on the tiled floor and pointed it out to Vanita. "If that's how you want it - eat". "Y-yes miss Kerinkov".

She couldn't believe she let it come to that. If she had just eaten it from the table... now she was on hands and knees, faced away from miss Kerinkov, shakily moving her lips to her plate, about to eat from the ground like some lowly animal. Why did she invite this humiliation over and over again? Why couldn't she let herself recover from her big, stupid mistake of getting stuck in the cat costume? She imagined how she looked, bent over to eat from a plate, her behind in the air, tail trailing down between her legs; her cat ears bobbing with the effort of her meal. It had only been a weird fantasy this afternoon, but now... Would miss Kerinkov be watching her? Watching at her ass on display, the fabric stretching around her cheeks, the furry costume riding into her cleft so deeply... She swallowed, catching her breath before the next bite. Hopefully she couldn't see the wet stain between her thighs, her pussy getting warmer and warmer. Clumsy Vanita, unable to eat from the table like a person...

"Are you done?" miss Kerinkov asked, and Vanita turned around, nodding bashfully, quickly brushing off some remainders from her lips to not look like the complete idiot she felt she was. The smile on miss Kerinkov's face reinforced her belief that she had indeed been watching her, or was she just imagining that? Why would she want to imagine that anyway? Miss Kerinkov picked up the plate from the ground, and again Vanita was reminded of her daytime fantasy - the smooth legs, the woman towering over her... even her perfume was somewhat like she'd imagined it to be. She had to let this go, get a grip on herself. The plates clattered into the sink, and Vanita sat back for a moment while miss Kerinkov ran water over the dishes. "Do you drink?" She looked up, half-expecting miss Kerinkov to come carrying a saucer of milk for her. "What?" "Alcohol - do you drink? I was thinking of pouring myself some brandy". Alcohol. She was a social drinker, and she desperately needed this to turn back into a social situation. "Oh, sure!" She heard the glasses tinkle, and stumbled up on her feet. "Follow me" miss Kerinkov instructed with a bemused smile, seeing her waddle a few steps, then sink back through her knees, once again reduced to crawling after her.


Vanita's head was starting to feel woozy. The very warm room helped with that, as did the ridiculously soft leather couch, but it was probably mainly the alcohol starting to work. Miss Kerinkov was very forthcoming in refilling the glass she held between her paws, sipping gingerly, and she stopped trying to dissuade the woman, trying to drown her worries in alcohol sounded just fine right now. "...so... I don't make all of my costumes with the intent to sell them... sometimes, it's more like they wanted to be made..." Miss Kerinkov rolled her brandy in her glass, staring thoughtfully at the wall; Vanita wasn't listening, trying to piece together how she got herself into this mess, the reality of her situation weighing heavier and heavier on her.

"Miss Kerinkov I'm so sorry" she suddenly blurted out, her emotions flaring up with the alcohol, tears springing in her eyes. "I feel so stupid for putting on your costume and now it's not coming off at all because I keep having these thoughts and I'm making it all dirty..." "Vanita..." miss Kerinkov interjected, but Vanita let her tears flow freely now. "B-but I'm only a poor student and I can't ever pay for this costume and I have classes on Monday and-" Miss Kerinkov pulled her closer, embracing her against her chest while she stroked her head like an infant. "Shhhh" she whispered, and Vanita sniffled. "I-I dunno what to do miss, I-" "Don't worry. It'll all work out in the end; trust me". Vanita realized she was lying against the woman's large breasts, her own pair pressed against Kerinkov's stomach. The situation was too weird, too intimate, but she felt so comfortable, miss Kerinkov smelled so nice, her hand stroking her head felt so good. She was letting another woman pet her like an animal, realized she was wet and horny, and...

"Does that feel nice?" miss Kerinkov cooed, but Vanita crawled up against her, kissing her passionately on her lips, closing her eyes in the sensation of her sensitive nipples pressing into miss Kerinkov's soft breasts; she didn't care anymore if miss Kerinkov saw her as a ditzy girl with a lesbian crush, but miss Kerinkov didn't resist, pulling her closer. She was kissing miss Kerinkov, hungrily tasting her full, soft lips, shamelessly grinding her body against hers, feeling more aroused than Josh had ever made her feel. When they finally broke their kiss, miss Kerinkov gave her a wicked smile; she felt like she was dripping on her leg almost, ready to surrender completely. "You're a horny little pussycat, aren't you" miss Kerinkov admired, and Vanita blushed and nodded. "Meow..." She was a horny little pussycat, just like in her fantasy. Miss Kerinkov turned her around, and she docilely raised her ass in the air. Please miss, rub my pussy?

Miss Kerinkov was positioned behind her, first stroking her head lovingly, then traced the fur down her neck, feeling around her chest, and began rhythmically massaging her tits. It didn't even feel like she was wearing a costume anymore, her nipples so sensitive that she could feel the woman's fingers on them, tweaking them, pinching them. She moved back against miss Kerinkov, rubbing her ass against her abdomen while she moaned freely; she felt her tail bump against the woman's large breasts, and stretched her paws out before her as her breasts were sensually kneaded. This was her fantasy, and she couldn't believe it was actually happening. Miss Kerinkov stroked her belly, tracing her hips up to her back, and Vanita arched into her touch, the soft strokes sending shivers of pleasure through her body. At this moment, she wanted nothing more than to be stuck in the costume, moaning and writhing under the hands of this woman, and her only regret was that her quivering pussy was covered by...

Two fingers slipped deep into her snatch, and her burning folds clamped down on them with instinctive hunger. How did she...? Vanita's surprise soon turned into full surrender. She didn't rip the costume, miss Kerinkov did, it was no longer her responsibility. And if the costume ripped, that meant it could come off; her worries were gone. She slumped through her arms, too aroused to support herself, and she panted on the leather, her tits brushing against the couch as miss Kerinkov pistoned in and out. How could this feel so good... Miss Kerinkov pulled her ass even closer, wrapping her arm around her leg below her groin, and still furiously fingering her, she felt the woman's tongue against her dripping slit, probing, pushing towards her clit. Each lick sent relentless jolts of pleasure through her, her mind fogged over, an almost sick feeling growing in her stomach. Stupid Vanita was having her cunt fingered and licked while wearing a cat costume. "Is pussy going to cream for me?". Vanita tried to talk, but nothing but a pathetic mewl escaped her lips. Clumsy pussy was going to cream for the nice lady. An uncomfortable white blaze filled her, and then every muscle in her body discharged, pulsing, wracking her with pleasure as she cried out in sheer disbelief. She convulsed, her body spasming, her vision blurring to a white haze.


Vanita awoke in a warm glow. The bright morning sun was filtering in through the windows, reflecting on the leather couch she was lying on. She idly plucked at the leather, trying to piece together how she got in this living room again. A date? No... it was a job she did... Her nails got stuck in the leather, and she tried to focus her eyes. Her hand was black, wearing some kind of glove. "Oh god yeah, the costume". The cat costume she was still stuck in. Miss Kerinkov's cat costume, which she came two times in already. Her pussy twitched contently, and she yawned with a grin - today she'd take it off and return to some dignity, and she actually wasn't looking forward to it. Her orgasm last night was more powerful than anything she had ever experienced. And she achieved it at the hands of a woman. A very beautiful woman. She didn't want to think about what that made her, but going back to Sophia would be rough after what she experienced, knowing how women's lips tasted... Her pussy twitched again, and she spread her legs to inspect how badly the costume was damaged last night.

Cold sweat ran down Vanita's back as she stared at her crotch. Pink, puffy lips were framed by a perfect black border of fur. The costume didn't tear, it actually seemed molded to her sensitive skin and she cringed when she plucked at the hair. That wasn't supposed to hurt. That couldn't possibly hurt. She cupped her breasts, gasping at the pink nipples protruding proudly from the soft orbs, again framed by the softest lining of fur. "Wha..." She stumbled off the couch, landing painfully against the wooden table, briefly inspecting her hands - padded and molded into paws. Claws sprung forth, and back in again as she tried to stretch her fingers. "What the..." The costume room. As quickly as her hands and knees could take her, she crawled over into the room, pawing at the light switch until the room lit up brightly, and she scurried over to the mirror.

"What the fuck...!" Her ears twitched on top of her head as she approached her reflection, aside what was unmistakably her own hair, grown through the cowl. Her eyes were green and slitted, her teeth were fanged, warped into a catlike appearance; the sides of her cowl ended in fuzz, much more like soft neck hair than a hood. Something distracted her - it was her tail, flicking back and forth nervously from her ass - her tail?! She clutched at her body with her paws, watching her tail dance behind her, her muscles rippling underneath the coat of hair. This went beyond the costume being stuck on her skin. There was something else going on here, something much more fundamental, and she needed answers, fast.


"What is happening to me?!" Vanita hissed, barging into miss Kerinkov's bedroom with her full bodyweight against the door. "W-why can I move this tail? And why is this costume, like..." She lost her train of thought. Miss Kerinkov was awake, smiling warmly at her; in the soft morning light she looked like a voluptuous angel, blissfully careless about her full breasts visible through her négligé. "...like... stuck to me". "Good morning, pussycat" miss Kerinkov smiled, flipping her hair back. "I'm not..." Vanita muttered, but Kerinkov shushed her. "I said it'd grow on you, pussycat. It'll be easier if you stop thinking of it as a costume, rather... well, think of it as your second skin, with a beautiful coat of fur on it. It's a part of you now, it'll never come off again". "But I don't want to be stuck in this forever!!" "Oh, pussycat... I warned you not to go nosing around, you didn't listen, you chose to put on the costume, and now you're stuck". Vanita bit her lip in frustration and shame, gasping slightly as her new fangs almost broke her skin. "You gotta help me miss, I don't wanna be a pussycat, I don't..."

"Come here" miss Kerinkov commanded kindly but sharply, patting the soft comforter covering her legs. Vanita was confused - why was she even considering... "Come here, pussycat" Kerinkov repeated, and Vanita couldn't withhold her urge, crawling onto the soft bed as commanded; miss Kerinkov stroked her hair softly, and Vanita closed her eyes in involuntary comfort. "You really are a beautiful girl, Vanita, and you make a very sexy kitty. I think I'll keep you as my horny little pet". Vanita felt her warm pussy twitch, and her tail flicked behind her. Why did she let this woman talk to her like this? She nudged her head against miss Kerinkov's hand, relishing the sensations; wondering why it was becoming so hard to think. "I don't... I'm not a h-horny pet, I'm..." "I bet this petting is making you all hot and wet in your pussy, isn't it" "Y-yeah, but..." Why did she even admit that? "And don't you need a lady to finger that hot pussy for you again?" Her pussy squished, her body remembering last night's thundering orgasm. Having miss Kerinkov as her lady... why...

The petting stopped, and Vanita moaned in disappointment, crawling after miss Kerinkov's hand. "I have a present for you" miss Kerinkov whispered, lifting something red from her nightstand. There was a clear tinkle, and Vanita saw it was a collar, a thick leather collar with an attached bell. There was something about the collar that confused her, some reason why she was supposed to resist. It clasped around her neck while she tried to think what it was, but even when she tugged at it while miss Kerinkov was closing it behind her, it didn't come to her what it was. "There. Now you are my cute pussy pet". She was a pet now? Miss Kerinkov was her lady, her owner? Miss Kerinkov slid her fingers under the collar, pulling her down to her face, and locked lips with her. Her resistance faded with her growing arousal, and she hungrily answered the kiss, moaning softly when miss Kerinkov squeezed her tits. She wanted to be petted. She wanted her lady to pet her.

Her pussy was dripping again. Miss Kerinkov's smell, her soft skin, her soft lips, her soft hands running through her hair, her nimble fingers tweaking her nipples, it all made Vanita so horny. She was kissing and licking miss Kerinkov's neck now, and sensing the girl's enthusiasm, miss Kerinkov parted her négligé for her, giving access to her large breasts. Vanita breathed in her aroma, didn't hesitate and promptly tasted the stiffening nipples, licking first, then suckling on the soft orbs, making Kerinkov moan in pleasure. "Ahh... your t-tongue is amazing" miss Kerinkov smiled, guiding Vanita to her other breast while folding away the blanket, slowly revealing more of her beautiful naked body. "Don't be afraid, pussycat" she invited with shallow breath, and Vanita nudged closer, licking her way down from the breasts to the woman's crotch, where her trembling lips found the warm wetness of Kerinkov's pussy.

Vanita felt like a horny pet, her head between miss Kerinkov's warm thighs, her tongue lapping at her bare slit. She had come here to demand help with this skin costume, and she somehow ended up pleasuring miss Kerinkov like a submissive lesbian; but despite her shame, it kind of... felt right. "That's a good pussycat". The degrading compliment made her pussy squish, made her try harder even though her blush deepened. The impossible idea of being transformed into a dumb, docile pet for her lady confused her, aroused her so much. Did that mean... she was a lesbian? A submissive lesbian? She shuddered with delight as miss Kerinkov petted her head, stroking her sensitive ears lovingly; with each lick her collar bell tinkled, and her pussy became even more wet. She definitely was a horny pet now, but... she didn't care, she'd lap cunts all day long if it felt this good, and if she did well maybe she would get rewarded with pussy rubbing. She moaned with longing, licking and sucking at miss Kerinkov's burning slit, her tail flicking left and right. Whether she liked it or not, she wanted to please this woman, needed the humiliation, needed to be owned as a horny submissive lesbian pet. Miss Kerinkov was her lady. She heard the woman gasp, her body shivering around her, her pussy convulsing around her tongue. Vanita had made her lady cum. Vanita was a good pussy.

Part 2 - White Cat

Miss Kerinkov was panting blissfully, lying back with Vanita still between her legs, dutifully lapping the juices from her twitching slit. "W-what is it, Juliette" miss Kerinkov stammered. "You requested these documents..." a soft voice whispered behind Vanita, and she scrambled onto her knees, blushing furiously as she covered herself; Kerinkov stretched contently, seemingly uncaring about her naked body on full display. A mousy woman with long silky black hair, a beautiful, porcelain-like face and thin glasses held out a file, patiently waiting for Kerinkov to rise up to take them. "Oh right, I guess I still need to sign those". She took her time looking through the files, and the silence made Vanita feel more and more uncomfortable. She glanced back at the woman, who now smiled uncomfortably at her. "You must be Vanita Vaishampayan - I'm Juliette Evans, Natasha's assistant" she greeted, holding out her hand to shake. Vanita nodded, moving to shake the woman's hand, but stopped when she saw her deformed paw; the woman sensed her distress, clumsily petting her head instead. "I think I'll give her a new name actually" Natasha interjected, looking up from the papers. "From now on, her name is Pussy". She emphasized her choice by sneaking a quick finger between Vanita's ass cheeks, teasing her wet slit; Vanita moaned and looked at her in aroused confusion, unable to protest, unable to control her tail flicking excitedly across her back.

Juliette sighed. "Don't do that to her, Natasha - I prepared breakfast for us in the kitchen - I don't really have that much time left, so..." Natasha smiled lazily, letting her négligé slide off her shoulders. "Go eat breakfast then, I'm going to take a shower. Oh, and take Pussy along with you, I bet she's hungry as well". Vanita cringed at her new name, but regretted the finger leaving her snatch more. "Although she already lapped up so much of my juices..." Natasha added with a giggle; Juliette turned around in frustration. "Natasha, stop humiliating her already, the poor thing must be terrified of what's happening to her..." "Why can't you just mind your own damn business? She seems to be enjoying my costume just fine" Natasha snapped with sudden anger, and Juliette cringed. "I-I'll be going then..." Vanita didn't understand the sudden tension between the two; when Juliette gestured her to come along she crawled off the bed, wobbling on her feet for a moment before shamefully returning to all fours.

"I'm sorry, Natasha instructed me to buy this stuff for her new pet, before I found out she was talking about... you, so... just bear with it until she's in a reasonable mood again, okay?" Vanita looked miserably at the chunks of cat food in the metal bowl on the floor, but to her surprise they actually smelled quite nice, and she didn't want to make things even more complicated for miss Juliette. "I-it's okay, it's my own fault I guess..." Juliette smirked, petting her head. "You shouldn't have put on that costume..." she whispered, and Vanita looked up from her bowl. "What is going on with me though? What is this costume doing to me?" The delicious scent under her nose was too tempting, and she blushed as she bent forward, taking a gentle bite from her bowl. "There is something very... wrong with those costumes. It's a long story, but basically it seems that some of Natasha's costumes turn out... cursed, for lack of a better term. If you're not careful you get stuck in them, and if you're in them for too long you start... changing to fit the costume". Vanita chewed thoughtfully, her sharpened teeth ripping through the meat reinforcing her belief in what Juliette was telling her. "Cursed? How is that even possible? And am I going to change even more?" "I don't know, dear..."

Vanita ate hungrily while Juliette felt across her hair and back, as if inspecting the changes. She let her, enjoying the caresses on her fur more than she cared to admit, still hovering over her bowl a while after she emptied it. "I can't help you out of it, and I don't think Natasha is in a very good mood right now, so just try to endure it for a while" Juliette sighed, scritching shortly behind Vanita's ears. "Why was she angry?" Vanita asked, closing her eyes in delight. "You should know this isn't the first time someone got stuck in one of her costumes, I've been trying to help her prevent this sort of thing from happening, but she's just so... Oh, don't bring any of this up to her, she's upset enough as it is and she doesn't want me to tell anyone about her... issue - I felt you deserve to know what's going on, but don't let her know, alright? I have to be on my way soon... is there anything I can do for you for the time being?" Vanita looked up at Juliette, breathing heavily, only understanding parts of what Juliette just told her; Juliette blushed as she saw the look in her eyes. "N-no, it's okay... I d-don't think..." Vanita smiled weakly, but she knew her longings were damn obvious.

Juliette closed her eyes, adjusted her glasses, her tone forced-businesslike now. "I'm... aware the costumes tend to have a... a stimulating effect on their wearers, so if you need... I mean, if you want me to..." "Sorry..." Vanita whispered, smiling guiltily. "I'm really horny, I-I can't help it, my pussy is so hot and wet and my nipples are all stiff and sensitive, and..." "I understand... it's not your fault, the costume does that to you, so just... try not to let Natasha know how it makes you feel, or she won't even try to help you" Juliette said, more softly now, but Vanita felt her hand tremble as it caressed her back and round ass; it was obvious this would be a one-sided deal. Juliette unceremoniously slipped her fingers into her snatch, tender but practical, and Vanita mewled with pleasure, her mind dazed with her growing arousal. Fingers in pussy felt so good. Hand rubbing her tits.

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"Wow, Juliette" Natasha admired, crossing her arms across her naked chest. "What does she have that I don't?" Juliette turned around, hastily removing her fingers from Pussy's slit. "Somebody has to do it, right? The poor girl can't help herself after all". Ahh, Juliette. Always the caring kind, even if it meant shoving her fingers into another woman's twat out of pure pity. Sure, she was jealous - she never got Juliette to do that with her, heck, she was pretty convinced by now Juliette had zero interest in other women, but that was her pet she was playing with. "Shouldn't you be heading off? It's getting late". It wasn't, but Juliette got the hint, quickly washed her hands and took the pile of papers Natasha placed on the kitchen table for her. "I'll be back around five then - you did sign all of these, right?" She just waved her away, taking a quick drink from the orange juice on the table. Her presence irritated her this morning, their fight still fresh in her memory.

The wide garden seemed grim and unkempt under the clouded sky, and the furniture on the patio was green with moss. She'd hire someone to clean it up a little, but she wasn't sure how long they'd stay this time. She still didn't understand why Juliette wanted to move from their last home - one journalist asking too many questions and she got all spooked. But because of this situation, she was expecting Juliette to leave her soon - she had only been here three days and already a girl was trapped in one of the costumes, despite all of Juliette's measures. She didn't care - it wasn't her fault this time, and she really liked the way it turned out. When she originally made the costume she had no idea it would look so sexy on such a girl. Pussy didn't even seem to realize how gorgeous she was, but her reaction to the costume made for a very entertaining pet, a perfect plaything for lonely nights. She was just a dumb, horny pet now, unfortunately not a talented and reliable assistant like Juliette, and she loathed the thought of having to find someone new to replace her.

She grinned as she monitored Pussy, licking the last bits out of her bowl in typical feline fashion. It was clear she was unfulfilled, her heaving chest, flushed face and gleaming slit all hinting at her discomfort. There would be plenty of time to play before she'd get back to sewing, and she looked forward to having her beg for attention. "U-umm... miss Kerinkov..." Pussy muttered, looking up, then averting her gaze again as if she never saw a grown woman naked. "What's wrong, pussycat?" She saw the girl's tail flick nervously, her ears twitch, and smiled. "C-could I maybe get a drink?" Natasha sank down on her knees, caressing Pussy's face; she could smell the girl's musk over the light hint of fish on her breath. "Pussy liked my juices, didn't she?" she mocked, stroking her thighs invitingly, her slit opening up in slick anticipation of that wonderful sandpaper tongue. "Go on then" she encouraged, but Pussy shook her head, her collar bell tinkling. "I mean, like... water or something".

She was still resisting, and as cute as her humiliation was, right now Natasha didn't feel like playing around anymore. She pulled Pussy's head closer, momentarily smothering her between her thighs, and soon she felt Pussy's tongue licking her, her new instincts taking over. But it stopped; Pussy pulled herself free, breathing heavily. "I-I really shouldn't, I really like you miss, but this costume is just..." Her enthusiasm was quickly becoming sour now. "Are you saying there's something wrong with the costume? Doesn't it make you feel good?" Pussy shrank back, blushing, and Natasha's impatience was wearing thin; this girl was obviously horny as butter, so what was holding her back? "It's beautiful miss, b-but I'm stuck in it, with that curse and stuff..." A cold wave of disgust rippled over Natasha as she realized Juliette had been talking behind her back.

"Oh! I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean-" "Shut up" she hissed, and Pussy cringed. She didn't need another person whining and reminding her about her so-called 'curse'. She didn't need another person telling her those creations were 'dangerous' instead of trying to appreciate their quality. Playtime was over. She reached to her left, grabbed the leash from the kitchen table and hooked it to Pussy's collar, who nervously fumbled her paw against the joint. With a sharp tug on the leash, she pulled Pussy before her, looking up in fright. Without a word, she walked off to the back room, roughly pulling and dragging Pussy behind her, crawling and stumbling to keep up, muttering soft protests all the way, but she was too pissed off to care. Finally she pushed Pussy into the large basket she had Juliette prepare for her, tied the leash to the radiator in a quick knot and left the girl in her basket, miserable and alone. That girl would learn to respect her lady yet.

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Stupid stupid stupid. Why did she have to bring up exactly what Juliette told her not to? She sighed, hugging her knees. Now she was still thirsty, still horny, but tied down in a basket like a stupid pet. The costume wasn't coming off, that much was obvious - curse or whatever, it seemed grafted to her skin. It didn't even feel like a costume anymore, much more a furred nakedness than anything else, and she wondered how she'd be able to hide it in public: a long trenchcoat and just try to keep her tail still? A hat over her ears? She couldn't even walk normally, she'd be crawling through the busy street, everyone staring at her, led on a leash by her lady... her paw sneaked between her legs, rubbing her slit clumsily; Juliette's fingers had felt so much better. She really felt like a horny animal, controlled by her base instincts, but somehow it wasn't that bad. The intimacy with miss Kerinkov, and just now Juliette, was... new... and wonderful. She couldn't resist how sexy her costume made her feel... and the shameful prospect of being treated like a pet felt almost like a wet dream.

There she went again, out of control with arousal. Her paws didn't satisfy her, and she whined in frustration, brushing her hair out of her face while she recovered from her efforts, her pussy pulsing with heat, glistening with her wetness. She bent over to inspect the weird fusion of what was a costume yesterday and her pink slit, but as her back arched she felt she could bend down even further, her old nimbleness somehow amplified - more changes? Her pussy reeked of arousal this close, and she couldn't resist a tentative lick, shuddering with delight as her tongue darted over her clit. She blushed, realizing the depravity of what she was doing, but it felt too good to stop. Vanita Vaishampayan, somewhat reserved but promising student, was licking herself to orgasm like an animal. She moaned, her collar bell tinkling while she licked. Vanita Vaishampayan would never do a thing like this. Her lips were sticky with her own juices, her clit buzzing with delight as she licked and sucked. Only a horny Pussy would lap her own slit like this.

A door in the distance slammed shut, and Pussy cringed, her mind clearing for just long enough to realize that if miss Kerinkov saw her like this she'd lose all possible credit as a human being, no longer to be considered anything but a dumb pet. Despite the thought of miss Kerinkov towering over her making her pussy squish in heat, she quickly rose back to her knees, licking her lips to clear some of the mess. She needed a drink. Inspecting the knotted leash, she found her paws were quite ineffective against the thick leather, her sharp nails just leaving scratches; her teeth were more effective, and despite the bad taste, with some effort she managed to finally jerk the knot loose. She spat out the leash and crawled off into the hallway, dragging her leash beneath her, and to her satisfaction she found a slightly opened door to a toilet, a white sink gleaming in the light. Balancing herself against it, her reflection in the mirror surprised her again; it was unbelievable how the costume had merged with her, and at the same time... her feline features made her so look so sexy.

But her legs started shaking with her efforts to stand upright, and she quickly remembered why she was here: water. Her paws fumbled on the faucet, trying to grip the round knob; she swallowed dryly with anticipation of the refreshing water, intensifying her efforts, but the faucet simply wouldn't budge. Even clasping her teeth around the knob didn't help this time, and her shaking legs finally gave way, returning her back on the ground, thirsty, frustrated. She needed a drink, badly. And then she noticed the toilet bowl, and blushed. It looked clean. She could... Pussy shook her head, the mere thought was ridiculous. She was a well-raised girl, she wasn't desperate enough to... It smelled clean too. The water in the bowl shimmered with her breath, but she pulled away. She couldn't let her instincts take over like this, she wasn't a dumb pet...

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Three, four, five stitches. Natasha held out the hem of the satin dress, inspected her work, and smirked. Sewing usually took her mind off her troubles, but she was still pissed. The sharp ring of the doorbell worsened her mood - she hated interruptions, and she wondered who would show up at her door anyway - Juliette had her own key, and the electricians were unlikely to show up on a Sunday. Brushing the clipped threads off her skirt, she began pacing for the front door, muttering about the inconveniences of only being able to remotely unlock the door from her office. The doorbell sounded again, despite her already at the door now, and she angrily pulled it open, startling the pretty blonde girl behind it. "Uh... hi... I'm here for Vanita?" Vanita actually invited someone over? She looked over the blonde, clutching her schoolbag nervously; she hadn't figured anyone else knew about Vanita's stay at her place, and this was a serious complication. "And you are...?" she informed coldly, folding her arms across her chest. "Oh sorry! My name is Sophia, Vanita's roommate - we were supposed to do a homework assignment together, and Vanita thought it'd be okay if..." She smiled guiltily at her, and Natasha thought quick - she couldn't just send her on her way, not with Vanita to end up missing and everything. She needed some answers.

"...Sure, no problem. Come on in, Sophia". Sophia nodded happily and stepped inside. "I'm sorry to be a bother, miss...?" "I'm Natasha Kerinkov" she replied, and they shook hands; Natasha noticed how soft her hands were, just like Vanita's. "Oh, I thought... so anyway, are you really a fashion designer?" Sophia asked, peering into the hallway; she was obviously a lot braver and more curious than Vanita, and that worried her. "You could say that". "That's so cool..." They walked to her office, and Natasha guided her to cop a feel of the girl's sweet ass, wrapped in the tightest jeans. Like Vanita, this girl was gorgeous, although she seemed more aware of it than Vanita was. "Is Vanita busy?" Sophia asked, staring around in the office for a bit, and Natasha looked up from the girl's chest, smiling thinly. "Vanita is a little tied up right now, but I'm sure she'll be around soon". "Must've worked late last night, she didn't come home..." She sounded concerned for her friend, and Natasha knew she needed to resolve that. "Oh yeah, Vanita was pretty exhausted - she fell asleep on my couch, so I just let her stay the night - I'm sorry if that caused any problems". "Oh! No, no worries, I mean I didn't know if she was supposed to stay over or not, we only discussed the homework assignment really".

Natasha sat down on the desk for a moment, smiling warmly at Sophia now. Definitely a cutie; where Vanita had a deep exotic look, Sophia was a flawless Slavic beauty such as herself. Perhaps getting rid of her wasn't needed just yet. "So... who else knows about you and Vanita being here?" she asked bluntly, and Sophia was taken back. "Uhm, what..." "I'm trying to keep the address private, I only just moved in and then you show up all of a sudden - should I expect a party here tonight?" "Oh! Just Vanita and me... definitely just us two". Just what she wanted to hear. "Listen, Sophia... I'm kind of busy working on a dress, but you're free to join me until Vanita gets back". "You mean actual designing?! If it's okay, I'd LOVE to watch..." Natasha wrapped a kind arm around her, guiding her to her sewing room. "You seem excited - do you have any experience designing clothes yourself?" "Oh no, I did some modelling though, I'm just not very good with my hands". Natasha clacked her tongue, her excitement growing. "A model, hmm... maybe I'll let you try on some of my creations". For the first time, Sophia's cheeks glowed a beautiful rosy pink, and Natasha knew that she desired this girl in the same way she had desired Vanita. It'd infuriate Juliette, but that thought appealed immensely to her right now.

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Vanita blushed as she lapped at the surface water with her tongue. She was drinking from the toilet like an simple animal, unable to stop herself from giving in to her urges. She imagined miss Kerinkov looking at her, smiling down mockingly, and although her thirst was quenched, her arousal just kept on brooding, clouding her mind. Maybe if she could show miss Kerinkov she was a good pussycat she'd play with her and rub her pussy... She licked her lips, finally sated. She'd drink from toilets, eat from a bowl, crawl on a leash, she'd suffer all that humiliation if it could make her cum like she did last night; her old life, her school, none of it mattered, all that was important was her new craving for sexual release. The doorbell sounded, and Vanita hoped it was Juliette, back to finish what she started earlier. Hearing Miss Kerinkov stumble in the back, she sat against the wall, trying to stay quiet to avoid getting spotted - she was supposed to be tied in her basket, not drinking from the toilet, and upsetting miss Kerinkov even further was the last thing on her mind. The doorbell rang again, and immediately after the door was opened, and Vanita could faintly make out a voice... that voice...

Sophia. Their homework assignment. She forgot all about their appointment, forgot Sophia would show up, but now... there she was. She was about to move out of the toilet to explain the situation when she realized how she looked: she was fused to the sex kitten outfit, alone in the house with miss Kerinkov, leaving nothing to imagination. If Sophia saw her like this... thoughts of Sophia petting her flooded into her mind, but she hastily shook them off, increasingly worried about her raging lesbian fantasies. Ever since last night it was all she could think about, tits, pussies, those curves, soft lips, skin, sweet smells... The voices in the hallway disappeared, and Vanita sneaked out of the toilet, crawling back to her basket. But if miss Kerinkov didn't send Sophia away, what was she...

"Wow... these are SO beautiful". Natasha looked up from her work, watching Sophia go from dress to dress. "Oh, those are nothing special". She smirked as Sophia held up a black latex dress, with frilled apron - a maid costume, but definitely not made for practical purposes. "Kinky...!" Sophia giggled, but quickly put the dress down again when she saw her expression. "That costume I made for someone special, I'd rather you didn't touch it". "Sorry" she whispered, blushing. "So - you don't mind sharing an apartment with a lesbian?" Natasha suddenly commented, placing the sewing needle back in the cushion. Sophia spun around as if she was burned. "What? I'm not-" "I'm talking about Vanita. I got the distinct impression she likes girls" Sophia stared at her in confusion. "Oh! I d-don't know, I mean really? We talk about guys all the time, I don't think..." "And how about you?" Sophia was blushing crimson now, not knowing where to look. "Uhh... w-why are you asking this, I don't... Geez!" Natasha just smiled, now understanding why her hands had crafted two cat costumes - once again, her talent was providing her with a wonderful gift; with no further hesitation, she gestured Sophia over. "Come here. There's something I want to show you".

Vanita felt her heart pound as she watched Sophia and miss Kerinkov from the shadows. Sophia was so beautiful, and seeing her together with miss Kerinkov sparked all sorts of wild fantasies in her mind... She froze when she heard miss Kerinkov casually inform Sophia that she was a lesbian, but quickly warmed up to this revelation. It was true. She was a lesbian. Sophia deserved to know, more than anyone else. Her ears perked up when miss Kerinkov bounced the question onto Sophia as well, and she suddenly felt her tail swish back and forth dangerously, almost taking along a sash hanging from the wall. Sophia didn't answer the question. Did that mean... "Wow... it's really well-made" she heard Sophia exclaim, brushing the white costume miss Kerinkov held up gingerly. "It's a cat costume-" miss Kerinkov explained, "-every hair in it was individually placed for the most realistic look and feel". "Wow" she heard Sophia repeat, and she felt a cold premonition. "Would you like to model it for me, Sophia?"

Juliette had explained there was something wrong with the costumes; she still didn't really understand what happened to her but Miss Kerinkov had to know it better than either of them. But Sophia definitely didn't know, and now miss Kerinkov was trying to seduce her to wear the costume. Sophia was in danger; she needed to do something, warn her, she couldn't let her best friend get trapped in that costume... Sophia was already taking off her blouse, and slipped out of her pants professionally. Vanita was mesmerized; her friend's tits hardly rivaled those of miss Kerinkov, but they were still impressive. She imagined how the costume would strain against them, stretched to its very limit around those beautiful soft orbs, wrapping around that pert ass, her mound cupped by the softest white fur showing between those firm thighs... She had to... Sophia took off her bra, her top now entirely bare, seemingly uninhibited by miss Kerinkov looking on approvingly. Those beautiful soft pink nipples... Sophia looked so sexy... Her paw sneaked between her thighs, brushing against her dripping pussy, her nail thumbing her throbbing clit.

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"Umm... my panties too?" Sophia informed, and Natasha nodded resolutely. "You said you modelled before, right? So get rid of them, a model has nothing to be shy about". She tried to control her breath, already shallow with excitement. Two cat costumes. One black like ebon, one white like snow. Sophia complied, and Natasha approvingly noticed her beautiful blonde tuft - she was a natural, she was perfect, just like Vanita was. She'd wear the costume, because the costume wanted to be worn by her. Her head spun with delight as she helped Sophia into the neckline, savoring the velvety softness of her skin, making sure the costume went on flawlessly, but there was nothing to worry about. Sophia seemed almost in trance, despite the awkward questions about her sexuality earlier not even commenting on her hands groping her breasts now as she pulled the costume further into place. She tugged the long blonde tresses into the cowl, where they would undoubtedly pop out of soon enough again. Sophia was hers. "Let's take a look at you" she whispered into the girl's ear, assisting her towards the large mirror.

"It's..." Sophia started, hiding her crotch with her paw, trying to smile off her embarrassment. "It looks very sexy on you". "Is it supposed to... I mean, I can see..." "So what? You have a beautiful body, Sophia. The costume just emphasizes that". She could see Sophia's lip trembling in the mirror, but the girl relaxed, letting her hands slide aside her body. Miss Kerinkov smiled, clasping her hands around the girl's chest, stroking down firmly as if straightening out the costume, then cupping the girl's ass. Sophia turned around, blushing as she saw her backside, the white tail plump between her round cheeks. "I-It's really... geez... what is this costume for?" Natasha smiled, turning Sophia back again. "The costume is for girls that want to be pets, to be kept and treated like a lowly animal - girls like Vanita". Sophia blinked, briefly touching the white ears on her cowl. "Wait, why would she...?" "Because it makes her pussy dripping wet" Natasha whispered into her ear, and Sophia turned crimson.

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Vanita didn't hear it, but she knew what Natasha had whispered. She knew she was talking about her, and she knew the woman was right about her. She couldn't control herself, her mind dominated by her lust, loving the degradation, getting off on the depravity of being nothing but a dumb horny pet. A clear tinkling slowly brought her to her senses, let her focus on her situation. She didn't stop miss Kerinkov from suiting up her best friend Sophia. Instead she watched them and rubbed herself; she was still rubbing herself and it was making her collar bell tinkle, and she was too late to notice the sudden silence and changing shadows in the room.

Miss Kerinkov smiled mockingly at Vanita, covering up her activities as well as she could, but she knew they had seen more than enough. "Someone here to see you, pussycat" she whispered, grabbed the leash Vanita dragged in after her from the ground and gave it a firm tug. Vanita hung her head, miserably crawling after miss Kerinkov.

"Come, pussycat" miss Kerinkov called demonstratively, letting Vanita crawl before her, still holding her leash. Sophia was in shock, covering her mouth with her pawed hands, and Vanita saw the fear in her eyes. She had to do something, anything to comfort her. "Hey Sophie" she greeted upward, trying to seem as relaxed as possible, keeping her aroused breathing to a minimum. "A-are you alright Vanita?!" Sophie cried, wobbling two steps towards her, but Vanita waved her paw. "Don't worry about me, I'm horny... I-I mean fine, I'm fine. Look, I sort of forgot about our project..." she stumbled, trying to stay cheerful despite her blunder. "Why... why are you on a leash? I-I mean sorry, geez... this is none of my business, I..." "She's on a leash because she's my pet" miss Kerinkov interjected, bending over to stroke Vanita's hair. "I'm not... I'm not really a pet or anything" Vanita explained despite her furious blush, trying not to enjoy the petting too much. "I mean, we were just playing around, and I... mmm... ahh..."

It took Vanita several moments to realize she stopped talking, and Sophie was staring at her in disbelief. She had to regain control, had to tell miss Kerinkov to stop touching her, had to get Sophie out of that... sexy costume... "Does my pet want her pussy rubbed?" miss Kerinkov inquired, and Sophie gasped audibly. Vanita's head was throbbing with confused arousal now. She really wanted her pussy rubbed. Pussy wanted to cum so badly. But Sophie was watching, her lovely Sophie, she'd think she was a perverted freak if she gave into her lust right now. But Pussy was just that, a perverted, horny freak, a submissive pet. "P-pussy does..." Vanita squeaked, hurriedly raising her dark ass towards miss Kerinkov, her thighs gleaming with her juices, her tail twitching left and right in anticipation.

"You see, this is her ultimate fantasy - I bet you and her talked plenty about boys; she couldn't just tell you she was a submissive cuntlapper that gets off on being treated like a beast ofcourse". Vanita moaned in protest, but miss Kerinkov was too good with her fingers, she was giving herself fully to her now. She couldn't look Sophia in the eyes, knew Sophia must've despised her at that moment, but at the same time there was a certain fulfillment in that. Sophia deserved to know the real Pussy. "You wouldn't believe how hot and wet she is" miss Kerinkov giggled, but Pussy was too far gone to understand her words. She was drooling, drooling with mad arousal as those yummy fingers in her pussy and on her clit sent ripples of pleasure through her body, building and building to an inevitable climax. She looked up, watching sexy Sophia stand before her, licking her lips as she imagined her tongue exploring the girl's hot pussy, now clamped by white fur; she'd nuzzle her soft thighs, lick her big tits, suck on her nipples, kiss those beautiful trembling lips... she lost herself in Sophia's watery eyes, gazing into them blankly, and smiled as her orgasm finally hit her.

Her claws ripped into the carpet as she wailed with pleasure, uninhibited, free, jolts of delight, her breasts grinding against the plush, her pussy clamping down on the fingers as wave after wave of extacy surged through her body. She was cumming, right before her best friend, on the fingers of her lady that held her leash.

Vanita panted hoarsely as she slowly recovered on the soft carpet, her body still convulsing with pleasure, her ears ringing. No, it wasn't her ears ringing... something else was ringing, something that got her into this mess in the first place. "Be good now" miss Kerinkov cooed, and walked away to answer the distant telephone. Aside her panting, there was an uncomfortable silence between her and Sophia, the poor girl probably still shocked at what she witnessed, and although Vanita's shame had subsided, she felt more and more guilty for getting her friend involved. "A-are you okay?" Sophia finally whispered, and Vanita's guilt swelled as her friend's first concern was still her; she just nodded stupidly, she felt way better than okay. "What's going on here? What happened to you?"

"I've been really stupid" Vanita mumbled, her collar bell tinkling as she covered herself. "What do you mean?" "I put on this costume and didn't answer the phone... but then I got stuck in the costume, and..." "Wait, why did you put on the costume?" Sophia asked in confusion, and Vanita looked up again. Sophia deserved to know. "Because I'm a horny slut... It made me so wet, I rubbed my pussy thinking about miss Kerinkov petting me and I came hard..." "Oh... so what she was saying... but how..." Sophia sputtered, blushing furiously, but didn't finish her sentence. "I woke up as a real pussycat because the costume was cursed, and I ate from a bowl, and I licked myself, and I... drank from a toilet..." Tears of shame were welling up in her eyes; focusing her mind was hard for her, especially while seeing Sophia dressed up like her, in that beautiful white costume...

"I didn't know you were... you know, into that stuff... with the collar and everything" Sophia said vacantly, giving the impression she wasn't really listening. "I guess I should take it off then..." She turned around, modelling herself in the mirror, and Vanita swallowed as Sophia stuck out her ass in a pose, her dangling tail softly brushing against her face. "Do I... do I look sexy in it?" "You're always sexy" Vanita whispered, trying to avert her gaze from the spectacle before her. "I had... dreams about you, wet dreams, you are just..." Sophia turned around blushing, and covered herself up again; Vanita sighed. "I guess she's right, I must be a lesbian, I didn't realize it, but now... I'm sorry, Sophie". "Why are you saying sorry?" Sophia whispered in turn, crouching next to her. "Because... you're my best friend, and... all I can think about is having sex with you". She didn't expect the warm smile Sophia gave her, and her affection finally overcame her lust, allowing her to think straight again.

"You gotta take it off" she hissed, grabbing Sophia's shoulders with her paws. "Yours must be cursed too, you'll get stuck in it if you keep it on, and you'll change, just like me". "Wait, you can't be serious about..." Sophia gasped, then gave her a puzzled look when Vanita demonstratively flicked her tail while twitching her ears. "Wow, that looks almost real... sure, I'll take it off I guess". The clumsy mittens on her white costume didn't help with that resolution, and Vanita recognized how useless they were; she moved in, clamping her fangs down on the soft left ear and pulled hard. "What are you doing? I can just..." Sophia started, but the white scruff at her neck didn't seem to budge. "Hold on" she warned, and got up on her feet, wobbling uncomfortably, pawing at the edges of her cowl. "I can't... geez, what is up with this hood...".

The dangling tail on Sophia's costume gave Vanita an idea, and she moved around to Sophia's backside, took the plump white tail into her teeth and yanked it hard. Sophia yelped, falling back down on her hands and knees, but she didn't protest. "T-try that again?" Sophia encouraged, and Vanita started tugging in earnest while Sophia tried to pull back her hood. "It almost feels glued to my head, what is this thing..." Vanita didn't give up, couldn't give up. She had accepted her fate, but her best friend deserved better, no matter how sexy she looked in the costume. Sophia groaned as she pulled and pulled, and at first Vanita thought she was just frustrated, but her gradual moans made clear there was more going on. Vanita blinked and dropped the tail from her teeth, slinking back a bit. "I'm sorry Sophie, I..."

"W-what? Why did you stop?" Sophia panted, softly shivering; but Vanita saw she had gone too far. The costume was riding deep into Sophia's snatch, darkened by a revealing wetness, the pink of her folds showing through the white fur. It was just like Juliette said, the costume... was beginning to affect her friend. To her shame, that terrible thought turned her on immensely, clouding her mind with delightful desire to give in to her desire, to lean in to lick that hot slit, to show Sophia just how good the costume could make her feel... Sophia turned around, her legs awkwardly parted, and Vanita licked her lips when she saw her friend's soft pink nipples, erect underneath the stretched fabric, her inviting snatch... she wasn't going to be able to control herself much longer.

Sophia blushed and covered herself up, scrambling back on her feet. "L-let's just get out of here, okay? We can figure out how to get out of these costumes when we're safe..." Vanita thought for a moment, recollecting what was left of her wits, and nodded. "I... I know where the back door is, follow me". She crawled forward towards the corridor door, hoping Sophia wouldn't notice how wet her cunt was getting again. Sophia stumbled after her, supporting herself on the mannequins and clothing racks. "Wait up, Vanita" she panted, out of support for a few yards. "This costume is... I think it's too tight". "It's designed to force you to crawl" Vanita sighed; she now knew what happened to her was happening to Sophia just the same, quicker even. It took a moment for Sophia to resign, her blush intensifying; Vanita knew she'd have no hope of hiding her arousal with Sophia crawling after her. "O-okay, let's go".

Vanita slowed her pace to let Sophia keep up; it surprised her how agile she had gotten crawling on all fours, and Sophia was definitely still struggling. The back room was just up ahead, and from there they could sneak out into the garden... Sophia's hot breath kept breezing past her slit, making it twitch with the sensation; why was she following that close behind her? Back door... where were they going again? The garden... why were they going there? It was getting harder and harder to think for her, but in the back of her mind she held on to her goal: to get Sophia out of here. "I'll open the door" Sophia whispered, rising up on her feet to work the door handle. She was dexterous despite her mittened hands, and soon the cold breeze swept in through the crack. "Alright, we're out of here..."

"Sophia..." Vanita interrupted, but she felt too embarrassed to continue. Sophia looked back from the garden, her instability forcing her back on her hands and feet. "What's wrong?" "I'm... not coming with you". "Wha-?" Sophia slowly crawled back in, blinking at her in confusion. "I... I want to stay here". She had decided this a while ago already, and while it had been a hard decision for her, having to tell Sophia was much harder, but she had no choice. "You mean stay here with Natasha Kerinkov and like... do that stuff?" Vanita nodded, wrapping her tail around her and hugged her knees. "But what about school... what about..." "I don't care" Vanita whispered. "I just... I just... yeah, I want my cunt rubbed by my lady..." She looked up, brushing the tears from her eyes. "I like being treated like a horny pet too much, Sophie". A cold wind blew in past them, and Vanita smiled wryly. "I guess I'm a perverted freak... and I want to stay here".

Sophia sat up on her knees, folding her arms in front of her chest. "Geez... so you're going to let this Natasha Kerinkov keep you stuck in that costume and humiliate you for her sadistic pleasure? I have to look for a new roommate, try to get through college and probably get a job on the side to pay for it all while you'll be here having fun with that lady? I thought..." Her words were harsher than the tone of her voice, which confused Vanita, but her mind was made up, and she simply nodded - there was no need to stretch this any further, this was where they parted ways. She'd miss her so much, but her desire for sexual fulfillment was stronger than the unrequited love she had for Sophia.

"Well, fuck that..." The door shut with an oiled click, but Sophia was still inside. "W-what are you doing, Sophie?" The longer the girl would stay in the house, the less chance she'd have of getting away while stuck in that expensive costume - miss Kerinkov would never just let her go. "Before I go... I want to feel... feel what it's like". She was blushing, and her smile confused Vanita. "I-I mean I'm not a lesbian or anything, but... I gotta admit I'm a little horny from that stuff before, and I always wondered... you know... with another girl..." "Oh no" Vanita snapped resolutely. "You're not thinking straight Sophie, the costume is doing that to you, you have to get out of here..." "Meowww?" Sophie softly whispered, slowly crawling closer. Vanita closed her eyes, pushing Sophia away from her. "Please don't do this..." "Don't I turn you on?" Sophie murmured hoarsely, lifting her breasts against Vanita's arms seductively, softly kissing her neck, sending shivers down her spine. "Doesn't Pussy want to have kitty sex with me?" "S-stop.. Pussy isn't..." Her smell, her warmth, her touch... her mind fogged over, her body burning with desire to act on her instincts. When Sophia kissed her lips, she lost the battle, and with a quick push, the girl was on the floor beneath her, breathing heavily with arousal but alarmed by her sudden movement.

Pussy would make Sophie feel good. Pussy knew that she was doing a good job, because Sophie made high-pitched moans as she nibbled on her white furred breasts, her tongue twirling around the stiff pink nipples already shining through the thinning cloth. She could smell Sophie's wet cunt as well, and the costume was riding deep into her already, just like hers had done... she smiled hornily at Sophie, who ran her paws lovingly through her short black hair, seemingly confused by her arousal. "W...what are you..." she started, but as Pussy turned around and spread her legs apart, her stammering soon turned to excited yelps as Pussy's tongue found the pink clit prodding against the soaked fabric. "S-stop, slow d-down... y-your tongue... stop, please... you're making.... oh g-god..." Sophie was squirming underneath her, trying to push her away, but Pussy had her pinned down, and was licking relentlessly. She knew how her tongue felt now, and she knew Sophie didn't stand a chance. Her last lick was almost victorious, Sophie jerking and moaning uncontrollably as she came.

The white cleft was dripping wet now, and Pussy lapped up the girl's juices, excited by the taste and tremble every time her tongue touched the girl's snatch. Sophie still lay beneath her voicelessly, collecting her breath, but Pussy wasn't done with her just yet, tracing down her slit again and again with long licks. The girl's resistance was gone, and it didn't take long before her own thighs were pulled down by Sophie's paws, a shivering tongue gingerly testing her dripping pink slit. Pussy was having kitty sex with her Sophie, and although Sophie wasn't very good at licking, it didn't matter - Pussy was very horny and was going to cum really fast. She didn't even pause when her orgasm hit her - Sophie sounded like she was getting closer and closer again, and Pussy was going to do her best to make her cum.

"My my, didn't waste any time, did we?" Sophie tried to shoot up from underneath her, but Pussy was relentless, oblivious to the tall woman towering over them. "M-miss Kerinkov... ahhh... I... umm... ahh... I'm..." Sophia stammered. "Going to cum? That wouldn't be wise... but I guess such a horny girl can't help herself..." Pussy felt something happen to Sophie - the drenched hair on her slit parted slightly, revealing the beautiful pink hidden underneath, and Pussy enthusiastically slipped her tongue inside, lapping deep into the impossibly hot folds, and almost immediately Sophie convulsed in her second orgasm, the claws on her paws digging into her thighs as she wailed with pleasure. It actually hurt, and Pussy was forced to crawled off her, allowing Sophie to shakily rise to her feet, only to slump down to the ground immediately.


"I... I feel weird" Sophia muttered, recovering against the central heating. Miss Kerinkov observed her with a wicked smile. "You're beginning to fuse with your costume, just enjoy it". "Wh-what? What is... happening to me?" Sophie pawed at her body, growing more and more nervous by the minute. Miss Kerinkov gestured at Pussy. "If you act like a horny animal... you turn into a horny animal, and just like your friend there you'll become a pretty pussycat". "B-but I don't want to be a cat!" "My costume won't turn you into a cat - what would I need a cat for?" Miss Kerinkov laughed, but Sophia didn't feel relieved. "It just turns you into a horny pet hungry for pussy... a girl-cat that can't control her urges". Sophia bit her lip angrily, tears welling in her eyes. "You don't understand... I'm totally not into this dress-up stuff, I'm not a lesbian-" "Ah?" Miss Kerinkov interrupted. "Your cunt is dribbling on my carpet and your lips are still shining with pussy juice... why can't you girls be more honest?" Sophia swallowed, quickly brushing her mitt across her pussy, leaving a long slimy trail across her white belly. "Y-you can't keep me here" she whispered resolutely, and miss Kerinkov just smiled.

"Come here, Sophia". She bent over a bit, patting her knees. Sophia looked up at her in confusion, unsure of how to respond, yet she felt herself crawl forward until she sat at miss Kerinkov's feet. "Can I go, please?" Sophia whimpered, but instead of an answer she felt miss Kerinkov's hand on her head, stroking her softly. "Shhh..." Sophia felt dazed, the room spinning slightly, but the sensation of her hood getting petted felt surprisingly good, and she couldn't bring herself to protest. "I..." she mumbled, closing her eyes in momentary bliss. "Feels good, doesn't it?" Sophia nodded dumbly. "It's making you all hot and wet again, isn't it?" Sophia knew she had been dripping wet before that already, but her slit was begging for attention again as well, and then she had the strangest sensation of feeling and moving her tail back and forth with each stroke. "Do you want to be my Kitten?" Sophia didn't like that name at all, and although she was feeling so good that it shouldn't matter, she shook her head, making sure to nudge it against the warm hand immediately afterwards. And then the hand stopped, and Sophia looked up in frustration.

"Come, Pussy... it seems Kitten doesn't want to play with us". Miss Kerinkov walked out of the room, and Pussy crawled after her, the sound of her collar bell jingling in the corridor. Sophia's head was throbbing, confused in her arousal. She was staring at miss Kerinkov's ass, wrapped tightly in her jeans, and she realized... miss Kerinkov was very pretty. She understood why Pussy... no, Vanita... wanted to stay with her. The outside light seemed cold and lonely to her now. Miss Kerinkov's perfume lingered, as well as Pussy's smell... In a last effort she tried to take off the costume, but other than her mittens clumsily sliding across her curves she accomplished nothing other than adding to her arousal. She didn't understand the entire changing part, a costume could never do that kind of thing, there were no such things as curses... but she sure felt different. Her pussy was throbbing, demanding attention... her nipples so perky and sensitive...

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Miss Kerinkov slowly peeled off her trousers, smiling at Pussy who sat on her bed, blushing, unable to keep her eyes off her. She knew Pussy would remain reserved, shy - she preferred it that way, watching her new instincts take over again and again was incredibly arousing. She was a perfect cuntlapping pet, a docile lesbian slave aiming to please her lady, always horny. The full effects of the costume had surprised her - arousal seemed to make the girl dumber, and the small feline quirks in her behavior were nothing compared to her feral lust. She sensually dropped her blouse to the floor; Pussy was watching her chest, mesmerized by the round globes almost bursting out of her top. She lifted them demonstratively, anxious to have Pussy lick and suck her hard nipples; the girl seemed to hesitate some, but she herself wanted to wait a bit more for what she knew was destined to be. A small rustling behind her told her that she needn't wait long.

"Oh, it's you - what are you still doing here?" she mocked, stretching her arms above her head, not even turning around. "Why, instead of taking off your costume and going home, do you come crawling back to me?". She felt the girl behind her crawl closer, could smell her, and finally turned around, smiling as she saw the intense embarrassment on the girl's face. Sophia was close to breaking, she could see it in her eyes, and she held her hand, confusing the horny girl for a moment. "Show me what kind of girl you are, Kitten". She could see Sophia's lips were trembling as she leaned forward, planting a soft kiss on her palm. "No, show me what kind of girl you -really- are".

Sophia cast down her eyes, her cheeks burning with humiliation, but understood what she wanted of her, her resistance finally breaking as she leaned forward to lick her hand, the small tentative licks soon turning into lavish laps around her fingers. "My my, another a horny pet... so eager to please" She took Sophia by her chin, forcing her to look her in the eyes, and smiled; confused tears were rolling down the girl's face. "Very well then Kitten... I'll let you be my pet". The shivering Kitten smiled thankfully at her, and Pussy brushed past her leg, tenderly licking the girl's tears from her face.

"Now... come please your mistress, my pets" Kerinkov whispered to the girls at her feet, slowly pulling off her top; as worked up as she was, just the fabric sliding over her large breasts felt sensational already, and she realized her snatch was dripping wet from watching her two fuckpets make out in the back room. Fuck Juliette and her lectures about her 'curse'. It was a gift that couldn't be controlled, that didn't need to be controlled, and she was certain Juliette realize that as well one day. She lay back on the bed, but her pets were hesitating; she guessed Pussy could think enough to remember Juliette's words and Kitten was somehow still allowing her inhibitions to fight her urges. But their resistance didn't last - she only had to beckon to coerce them to approach, crawling onto the bed, both blushing as she guided them to a nipple each, moaning as she felt their tongues sample her rock-hard nipples. Their soft lips soon wrapped around the teats, Pussy's tongue rough, Kitten's still slick and gentle. She stroked their heads lovingly, smiling when she felt more and more of Kitten's blonde locks filter through the remaining fur of her hood, her large ears twitching as the blonde strands draped onto her chest as she licked. The petting had the desired effect - both girls were dripping on her legs, too far gone to wonder where they were or what happened to them, just doing their best to make their mistress cum. This... was heaven.

Epilogue

They had continued licking her until her tits and pussy were almost sore, but not before their sensual ministrations had brought her to two delightful orgasms, and now she lay back, panting happily, giving her new pets their deserved reward. Their tails twitched as they mewled with pleasure, bucking back on the fingers she was working in and out of their pussies. This was all the poor creatures lived for now, she was who they lived for now, and she was going to enjoy every moment of indulging their needs. There was only one issue remaining, an issue she knew only one solution for, and that hurdle was standing in her doorway, shaking. "H-hello Juliette... I think we'll need a matching collar for my new pet Kitten".

Juliette's folders dropped to the floor with a loud smack, alerting even the two costumed girls out of their delirious state. She covered her mouth with her hand, then promptly turned around and ran down the stairs; Natasha sighed and dried her smeared fingers on the linen, then quickly shot into her morning gown to follow her. Pussy and Kitten seemed confused, looking up at her in hope of more pussy rubbing, but she just gave them a quick smile, then closed her bedroom door on them before heading downstairs herself.

"Who is she?" Juliette finally asked, now sitting on her living room couch, still shaking. "Jealous, hmm?" Natasha chuckled, but the icy stare Juliette gave her told her the joke was lost on her for now. "Her name is Sophia - friend of Vanita. Came looking for her, so I couldn't let her go... since nobody else knew about either of them being here I got her to put on the other costume, I guess how things were meant to be". Lying wouldn't make a difference now, not yet. "Look, I just didn't want the situation to get worse-" "Worse?! For fuck's sake Natasha, the girl was already almost done transforming, and I've only been gone for a couple of hours, how...". "Yeah, what did you expect me to do?!" The anger was beginning to flare up in the room, but the sudden silence took Natasha by surprise. Juliette just seemed tired all of a sudden.

"I can't do this anymore. I'm tired of covering for your messes, Natasha. I'm tired of running just to end up in the same shit over and over again". Natasha had long anticipated Juliette would leave her over something like this, but the words still stung, still angered her. "I'll miss you" she whispered, keeping her voice as calm as she could, and it had the desired effect: Juliette looked genuinely surprised. "I'm sorry, Juliette. I can't help what I do, what I am, what I create. God, I need a drink". The room was quiet for a moment while Natasha strolled to the cabinet; Juliette sighed behind her. "Look... you've got to contact your brother. I know how things are between you and him, but he's the only one who can solve this situation for you, just like he helped your sister. You can't keep those girls here, especially not like this". Natasha handed Juliette a glass of brandy, and took a long sip of her own. She had to keep Juliette talking. "But where will you go?"

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"Vanita?" Sophia whispered, hugging her hairy knees. "What's going to happen with us?" Vanita looked up from the blankets, shifting her position slightly towards the girl sitting at the side of the bed. "I think it's already happened, I mean..." She plucked demonstratively at her arm. "...we're not wearing costumes anymore". Sophia buried her head between her knees, her white ears folding down against her long blonde hair. "I thought it wasn't real..." Vanita stared at her friend for a while; she couldn't tell whether the girl chose to seduce her or whether the cursed costume made her do it, but the apparent result was they were now both permanently stuck looking like furry sex pets. "It feels good though... I thought you were a total pervert earlier today, but... I... I guess I'm just as much a pervert then...". "Sophie, I think that's because of..." Sophia looked up from her knees, tears in her eyes but a weak smile on her face. "I don't care what I turn into as long as I'm with you, Vanita". Vanita slinked off the bed, crawling slowly towards her friend, softly kissing her lips. Sophia blushed, hungrily giving her a quick lick on her lips in return, her eyes asking for more. The costume had turned her into a submissive lesbian slut, just like her... could it be that wasn't such a bad thing after all?

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Juliette supported herself on the doorway to her room, her head spinning. The sudden turn of events, as well as the long conversation with Natasha took more out of her than she had thought, and although she came upstairs to pack her bags and go, she felt more like taking a nap now. Sitting down on the edge of her bed, she tried to collect her thoughts - why was she so damned tired all of a sudden? One glass of brandy? Unless... no, even Natasha wouldn't...

Juliette woke to the shrill sound of curtains being pulled, and blinked against the sudden bright light. She took a moment to make sense of where she was, and soon found herself in her bed, wearing a bathrobe. "Good morning" she heard Natasha chirp, and despite her woozy head she shot up, shaking off her daze. Something didn't feel right. Natasha laughed as Juliette pulled the cord on her robe, falling to the sides to affirm her fears. The light reflected off black and white latex. A black body, squeezing tightly around her waist, white latex frills framing her naked breasts, an impossibly short black skirt lined with more white frills, held by an impeccable white ribbon. She reached behind her, feeling for the knot, and her heart pounded as she began untying it - it wasn't too late, she wasn't stuck yet, she could still... "I want you to keep the uniform on, Juliette" Natasha spoke, and Juliette looked up at her with a mocking glare. "Yeah right... I know all about your costumes, I'm not spending another second in this thing, or this house, or your fucked up life" she hissed while she tied the ribbon again, resting her hands on her lap - now she discovered the long black latex gloves she was wearing, but couldn't bring herself to try to peel them off. Why did she fasten the ribbon on her back again? Natasha's laugh sent a chill down her spine. Something was very wrong here, and she had to act fast.

What was intended as a quick dash for the door was cut short by a terrific crash to the ground as Juliette discovered the long black latex leggings she was wearing, snugly strung into ridiculously impractical five inch stiletto heels. She cringed as she got up, her calves protesting with every step, but her will to escape overpowered the pain. "Stay, Juliette". The short command rung in her ears, and she grimaced - she was through having Natasha boss her around. But her feet wouldn't move anymore. Nathalie laughed again, and she turned around slowly, her hands shaking. "Natasha... I can't stay here anymore, I don't know what-" "I bet you'd love to take that uniform off, wouldn't you". Juliette nodded, trying to peel the latex from her shoulders now, but her fingers were simply not cooperating, either just adjusting the fit or stroking the black smoothness, her pert breasts swaying with her efforts. "It's a maid costume" Nathalie explained, "I made it especially for you. Maids obey their mistress, Juliette. So because I told you to keep the costume on, you won't even be able to take it off anymore - that's how this costume traps its wearer".

"This is ridiculous Nathalie, if you want a maid you can just hire..." "Lift your skirt for me, Juliette". Juliette clenched her fists in anger, but Natasha's words proved true - she couldn't help doing what she was told, clasping the hem of her skirt and lifted it up without protest. Realizing she was unclothed underneath her short skirt, she looked away in anger while Nathalie feasted her eyes on her most private parts. The thought that Nathalie should've had plenty of opportunity to inspect her while she was knocked out just further upset her, but actually being forced to present herself to the woman... "You have a lovely cunt, Juliette". She bit her lip hearing the lewd compliment, but felt she was blushing - why was she blushing? And just how far was Nathalie planning to take this? Just how far could she take this? Nathalie slowly approached, playing with the cord on her own bathrobe, smiling wickedly.

She cringed as Nathalie unceremoniously slipped her hand underneath her skirt, feeling up her thighs, brushing her fingers against her slit. "Doesn't do a thing for you, does it? You look so repulsed". "Could you please stop violating me and tell me what this is all about?" She knew she couldn't hide the anger in her voice, and hated how Natasha seemed to enjoy hearing it. "I bet the very thought of having sex with me makes you sick to your stomach, doesn't it? Sit down on your knees, Juliette". Natasha seemed to know exactly what she was doing, but to her surprise the depravity of Natasha's words was actually stirring something in her, sparking a warmth she didn't understand; she sank through her knees, Natasha now gleefully towering over her adding to her anxiety. She was definitely flustered - was the costume doing this to her? "You look distressed, this isn't turning you on after all, or is it?" Juliette swallowed hard, trying to think of ways to get out of this predicament. "Natasha... I care for you as a friend, but... I just can't love you like that, I...".

Natasha nodded. "Oh, I know. But that doesn't matter anymore. This way I can force you to remain as my servile assistant. And even if I can't make you love me... at least you'll love obeying me, your mistress. Before we continue, let's first make sure you know your place. From this moment onward, whenever we're at home you will address me with 'madame', like a well-trained maid should. Is that understood?". Juliette sighed - Natasha loved power play, and any resistance right now would just make things worse. "I don't have a choice, do I, madame". She suddenly realized she was already obeying the command, and she felt a treacherous warmth flow over her body - how was Natasha doing that to her? "Spread your knees and touch your cunt for me" Natasha commanded, waiting for her to comply; her latex-clad knees slid across the carpet, her hand already brushing past her folds, the unexpected wetness actually guiding the smooth material inside. "Tell me how it feels". Juliette tried to resist, but the command was given. "It... it feels hot and wet madame". "Hot and wet already. And it'll get wetter and wetter with every command I give you, because being a maid, you love nothing more than obeying your mistress".

"Y-you can't do this to me... madame". She felt her pussy twitch with warmth; Natasha laughed. "Untie my bathrobe, Juliette". "Please let me go, madame" Juliette sputtered, leaning forward to pull the long cords, the robe parting to reveal Natasha's lush nudity, the nudity she was far too familiar with already, but she had never dreaded it as much as she did now. "Come here". Her body responded by itself, bringing her face closer to Natasha's crotch than she could bear, but it was the Natasha's betrayal, as well as the rising warmth in her crotch that sparked her tears. "Can you smell how wet you're making me, Juliette?" "No, madame" Juliette whispered hoarsely, trying her best to prevent just that. "Take a good smell then" Natasha commanded with a sadistic grin on her flushed face. She cringed, but couldn't stop herself, bringing her nose to the woman's genitals and inhaling the full force of the musky scent. She shivered as a droplet of her juices ran down along her thigh. "Good girl". The compliment sent a new wave of heat through her, which was beginning to numb her mind. She couldn't be losing this battle so quickly...

"Hmm... would you like to lick my pussy, Juliette?" Juliette blinked as she looked up - that was a question, not a command. "No madame, madame knows I don't like..." "Well" Natasha interrupted. "How would you like to clean my toilet with that tongue instead?" Juliette wiped her tears off her face, her eyes begging Natasha for mercy, but it was futile. She knew she was under Natasha's spell, and Natasha wasn't even going to make this final humiliation easy for her by demanding it. "I understand, madame" she mumbled, and Natasha guided her head closer, her tongue shivering in revulsion as it touched the wet slit. Why did she ever stay close to this cursed woman, this cursed family that caused nothing but misery wherever they went? It was too late. She was Natasha's unwilling servant now, her obedient sex slave, trapped in the outrageous fetish maid costume forced to do her mistress' bidding. And every time she did, she would slip further down the same spiral of lust that was dominating the two poor pets. It was too late. Her hand sneaked down beneath her skirt while she licked, her latex fingers dipping inside her throbbing slit. "Mmm... ah, Juliette, one last thing..." Juliette looked up while licking, Natasha's diabolical smile through her heaving cleavage, half-wondering what Natasha could possibly still do to her. "You're not allowed to relieve your arousal unless I permit it". Juliette's hand fell down her side, leaving her dripping pussy alone and aching, mortified knowing that the sadistic Natasha would have her fun making her beg for it.

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