Cat Fever
Snow fell, dulcet and fluffy, and stacked outside the wooden windowsill outside of Bernadetta’s room. Alone and lit only by candles, more than usual, she found herself hating the world outside. Supposedly, this academy rarely actually got any snow but here it was, snowing. Classes weren’t cancelled for obvious reasons. Most students didn’t mind just putting some boots on and trudging over to their classes but Bernie wasn’t most students. She was quiet in her room, isolated and happy. The second she left all that security she was seeping in would vanish.
Laid in bed and stripped down to spats and braless, Bernadetta stared up at the ceiling and counted the smudges and then counted how many times she had counted until the very concept of counting was giving her anxiety. She closed her eyes and placed the book over her head to cover her eyes. She didn’t notice the shadow edging across the room, crawling over her pale stomach without a trace or a tickle.
“I hate this…” She muttered. Early classes were the worst. What was worse than outside was when outside was cold, hard, dark, and with classes. Her least favorite classes. “Why is she making me learn heavy armor? I hate heavy armor… The only thing I like about it is… it kinda feels like I’m back in my room. But otherwise…? I…”
She tensed. A sudden jerk of her knee sent her seizing. Tingles ran up her nerves and an instant cold sweat budded from her pores like the premonition cracks of a dam about to burst. Her hand wanted to scratch but it was just as taken by the sudden petrification, the shaking, the shuddering as a firey sensation struck her. Her spats began to inflate at the crotch. A crawling pins and needles feeling rushed up and down like the waves in a pool. Rising higher and higher that buzzing buggy sensation crawled and inched up her crotch, like insect legs squirming and then suddenly changing into something broader less creepy crawler but warmer and firmer. And then it reared its head, Bernie watching with her arched strained head to observe.
Little barbs pushed down against the surface of her pale stomach like stilts lifting open a tight purse, and then came the head that was pointed and sharp, clearly inhuman, but so exotic and thick. The head pushed higher and higher, thickening like a spell pluming from a capable mage’s hands. And when it reached Bernie’s navel is deposited a seedy river and grew longer still. All along the way it was marked by barbs that gently jabbed Bernie.
Purple fur spread across the surface of her hands, her feet, a tail curled out from her rear pushing her spats down lower. “No no no no…” Her throat was so dry that the dampness budding from her new addition drove her to want to drink it. She leaned forward as she successfully combated her paralysis and sampled the salty flavor.
And the spell broke. Bernie was free to move, fallen down to her paws and feet, and left to battle with these new sensations. She looked at herself, blush thick on her face. “What… what?!” She panicked.
KNOCK KNOCK!
“EEEH!!! DON’T KILL ME! I DIDN’T MEAN TO BECOME A FREAK! PROMISE, I’LL STOP, I’LL VANISH!”
A long pause followed, Bernie certain she would need to vanish forever in a cave somewhere. Edelgard’s voice came next, “Bernadetta,” she said her disappointment palpable as the snowy wind whipped the window harsh enough to register an eep from Bernie’s throat, “You… need to come to class. I came here to escort you. I had a hunch you would be scared of the storm and would need someone to help.”
“… Oh…” Bernadetta looked down at herself. Gulp. “I um… I might have an emergency. I think I am turning into a cat.”
“Bernadetta!” Edelgard was sharp. “You have missed the previous eight classes. No more excuses. Clothes. Outside. As soon as you can. We will not miss Professor’s first class.”
Well… Bernie wagged her tail and hunted for the pieces to her winter uniform. She threw on some tights and tugged her tail and her new cock inside the tight attire. She tugged her longest skirt down as far as it’ll go to hide her cock. She put on gloves to hide her hand paws and boots as well. Her paws had actually grown her feet out so the boots didn’t quite fit well. Finally, a knit beanie atop her head to hide those new sensitive ears.
She slid open the door just a crack. “Okay…” She tugged her coat tighter around her face. “Let’s… go…”
Edelgard stood there with an impatient look on her face. She reached out her hand and grabbed on to Bernadetta’s outstretched hand. She squeezed. Bernie’s eyes widened as she felt her soft pawpads squish inside of her glove against Edelgard’s soft hand. Her tights felt a lot tighter suddenly.
The whole way to class Edelgard was proselytizing Bernadetta to do better in class and attending it but Bernie’s eyes were open to a whole new field of education. Even with that coat on there was a certain feminine curve to Edelgard’s frame that was impossible to ignore for the already imaginative and panicky girl. She imagined more sway to it, more heft. Her tongue grew drier with every second she imagined. The cold nibbled her nose until it blushed, just like Edelgard’s own perfect features. How badly Bernadetta wanted to grind against that face.
Edelgard marched forward and opened the doors to their first class and patiently took a seat. “Hmm, shocked Ferdinand isn’t in here. Quite eager for these classes…” Edelgard checked her pocket watch, a trained thumb arching to the release switch to open the cover with pianist swiftness. “Five minutes before start…” Edelgard stood up and walked to the front desk, noticing there was a writ upon it.
She bent over and read aloud from the paper. “Says… class will not be held today, apologies if you have already arrived. The winter weather is forecasted to grow too dire to make it home from class safely. I am sending out a notification now…” Edelgard’s eyes turned to the extinguished candles still steaming. For once, coming early was her failing.
But… Bernie couldn’t hear still. She felt that itch again, throbbing and pulsing. Her skirt was lifted a foot out and her tights strained against her large needy cock but she hadn’t noticed yet. Her eyes were locked as Edelgard bent over. Her skirt lifted, her coat not covering it, and her perky rear exposed. She gulped. Bernadetta rose to her feet and quietly walked over. She was good at sneaking, at lowering her foot steps below the volume of someone’s speaking voice, but now she was even better. Her feline feet slipped free from her boots.
And she lunged.
She humped and humped, her barbs biting right through her own tights and drawing a tight saw wound in Edelgard’s signature red tights. Edelgard turned, eyes in shock. “Bernadetta?! What are you–?
Bernie rammed her face forward and wrapped her lips in Edelgard’s. The pair mashed tongues together. Whatever magic had afflicted Bernadetta it was now rushing into Edelgard just the same. A long shade marched across her body and pushed inside her. Edelgard broke the kiss, eyes weak, spittle connecting them.
“What has… gotten into you?” Edelgard coughed.
Bernadetta lunged forward with her paws and ripped off Edelgard’s coat and squeezed her top below. “Bigger…” She mumbled. Magic surged through Edelgard. Her breasts swelled, filling Bernie’s paws. “Bigger…!!!” Overflowing now, too big to be held, jiggling off the sides of her digits and weighing on the desk she was bent over.
“When did you learn this spell? What exactly have you been doing in your room…?!”
No response. Not from Bernie now, she was frenzied, lost in what she needed what she wanted. She wanted to be lost. She wanted to be ferocious. Desk crackles echoed across the learning halls. Bernie hissed spit through the corners of her mouth.
Something rushed out of her, hot and sticky. She slowly dragged out, trying fast at first but the barbs made Edelgard eep weakly. Hearing her make those sounds were exciting but Bernie wasn’t cruel. She dragged the rest of the way out.
A long webby waterfall oozed out of the bent over Emperor and pooled up at the bottom of the white painted desk and flooded the tiles below. Bernadetta gasped, her breath visible as she looked at Edelgard.
Edelgard was on her back now. She split open her top with a single tug, revealing those breasts each bigger than her head, her nipples inverted but prodding out from her overwhelming arousal. Bernie could lay her head between them and there’d be no sign of her. She did just that and inhaled.
And she was gone. It was like being back in her room but somehow even better. There was a warm pleasant smell not dislike flowers and fruit and the musk of someone sweating and ornery. Bernie closed her eyes. It was like she never crawled out of bed, never had to get up and out into the cold. Back in bed, blankets wrapped tight around her, and everything was fine.
She raised her head, renewed from her mobile at-home experience, and climbed up Edelgard. Edelgard positioned herself on the desk, watching patiently. Sharp gasps from both of them filled the room. They were alone in their passion that was budding from the shadow they now shared.
“You were telling the truth…?” Edelgard tugged the beanie off of Bernie’s head revealing those purple ears that laid below. Bernie climbed and placed her cock between those heavy breasts. Edelgard squeezed them together with her hands. Bernadetta thrusted back and forth.
“It feels so good… I can’t stop now!” Bernadetta laughed. “This is… the best feeling I’ve ever felt! Your tits feel amazing, Edie! MMmph!” It was overwhelming. Drool filled Bernie’s mouth and made her hunch over, sweat spilled over her spine and made her back shimmer in the cold light. “Wow wow wow!” She laughed and tensed her tummy. “I’m close again already! I can’t…” She slammed her hands down on Edelgard’s shoulders and squeezed for support. She put all her weight down and made her wince.
And then it was nothing but effort. Bernie raised her hips and slammed them down with the effort she’d have never shown school, she poured everything she had into the mindlessly frenzy that was joyously overtaking them both. Edelgard laughed and cooed and urged her on. Such a good girl, just a bit more, don’t waste a drop.
Bernie came again spraying her load across Edelgard’s face. The sight was so lewd. If anyone else had known what she had done she’d be chased out of the Empire, expelled from class, and her father…
No. She was going to enjoy this. If anything, how wrong it was made it feel even better. “We’re going to keep going… over and over…” Bernadetta smiled and crawled off the desk. “Until… I figure out what feels best…”
Edelgard rose, her painted imperial face peering at her changed form and brought cum to her gloved fingers. She sucked her fingers cleaned and eyed Bernadetta with those heavy sharp gazes. “… Back to your room then? Remaining here only risks us being detected by others and the blizzard will only trap us here.”
They retrieved their coats and bundled as tightly as they could, though Edelgard looked like she was smuggling groceries with how distended the chest portion of her coat was. They slowly made there way out, now graced by the snow dunes that had climbed over the greenery of the campus. But Bernie knew the way. There was no gale thick enough for her to not remember the trail back to her room.
What exactly caused these changes? Something dark, something that slithered in the dark no doubt. Their incentive was loose. Their reasoning obscure. Hubert was fucking fuming probably.