By FoxFaceStories
When an entire college literature class is transported to a fairy tale world while studying folklore, they soon find themselves living out actual famous fairy tales! But these various friends, groups, and even professors must now contend with the world starting to change them. After all, Puss in Boots wants a wife, the Big Bad Wolf is looking for a mate, and the Goldilocks bears have laid a transformative trap for the next unwelcome visitor to their home . . .
Fable 1, Part 2: In Want of a Wife
Spencer was itching to leave. This place was giving him the creeps. A talking cat guy? Fairy tale land? A smiling face in the moon? It was pure insanity. The fucking cat hadn’t even heard of football before, either. What kind of world didn’t have goddamn football!? It was positively unAmerican! He was already thinking of ditching Norman, but that would be a bad idea. The kid had, he had to admit, been kinda useful in saving their lives. Besides, he knew his way around this fairytale stuff.
“If only I’d been with Abigail Edgerton,” he muttered as he walked through the gardens behind the castle, plucking the occasional apple to munch upon. “She’d know just as much, and I could totally be her sexy knight.”
“A knight, you say? And yet, sir, you seem to lack chivalry when talking of women.”
The footballer nearly jumped. The short Puss in Boots, lord of the castle, had snuck up next to him. He’d ditched the armour, and now simply wore a loose cloak over his shoulders, beneath which was a tunic and rolled up breeches, his tabby tail flicking behind him, his feet still in those old leather boots. He grinned at Spencer, who narrowed his eyes.
“How long have you been there?”
“Ah, long enough. A cat can be stealthy, you know. So, do you plan to leave today? I hope you are not taking good Norman with you, good sir. I would most like to have him stay here.”
“Pfft, good luck with that. He doesn’t exactly fit . . . in.”
Spencer’s voice trailed off as he looked up to see Norman approaching from the castle’s rear steps. The short man’s shoulders were hunched, and he looked almost as nervous as that halfwit George Eustace. And he was walking strangely, like his hips were swaying from side to side a little. And had he put something on his ears?
“What the hell?” Spencer said. “Why does nerdy Norm look so funny?”
The Puss in Boots whistled a little, then grinned so widely that his white whiskers drew up. “Funny? Not at all, good sir. I rather think he is on his way to becoming captivating. Come here, Norman! You look marvellous! Please, I beg your allowance to have a good look at you!”
Norman was still fidgeting with his hands together. He’d eaten the breakfast that a servant had delivered at his door, hiding under the covers like a child until the servant left. He’d tried to wait out this strange condition, but it had only advanced in the last few hours. His ears were in the progress of migrating to the top of his head, while the fur was spreading down his back and over his hips. The young man had originally put a cloak on, but it had felt all wrong, rubbing up against his fiery red fur in a frustrating fashion that left him snarling just like a cat. His whiskers were starting to protrude, his voice cracking from the sheer tension (or he hoped that was the simple reason), and his hips were oddly wider now. He couldn’t even attempt to wear his original clothing; his entire shape had changed, including his rear which felt like it was pushing out. This was to say nothing of his nipples and broader chest area; the former were looking larger and more erect, and certainly more sensitive, while he was developing a softness in his chest. His ribs no longer showed, now his general boney thinness. Instead, the flesh was rising, to the point where it looked like two small lumps were present. In the end, he’d had to get out of his room before his condition became even more humiliating, and yet it did anyway, because just as he was deciding whether to simply turn around and not face Spencer’s mocking gaze, he tripped over his changing feet, both of which flung easily out of the boots he’d put on. He let out a loud, feline “MEOOWWW!” of panic as he stumbled down the stairs, and as he bent over something erupted out of his backside, the protuberance extending and lengthening, gaining vertebrae as it did so.
“My lady!” Puss in Boots declared, running forward on all fours for a moment, and momentarily looking like a large cat before he apparently shifted back into a more humanoid form. He just managed to catch Norman’s tumbling form, who ended up dipped in his arms as if the nerdy young man, transforming though he was, had been turned into some kind of helpless damsel in distress, with the handsome Puss in Boots as her saviour.
And he was handsome. Norman’s heart briefly skipped a beat as he looked up at the dashing hero of folklore and his kindly face. He smiled, his snaggletooth showing slightly, his green eyes magnetic in how they drew Norman’s gaze in.
“I - I - Ohhhh!”
Another eruption of feeling suddenly surged through Norman’s body. Somehow, it was directly in response to Puss in Boots’ touch; the fable’s paws upon his body caused more fur to erupt, coating his stomach in just seconds. More than that, his ears finally pushed up on top of his head, and his hair grew longer and more wild, descending down his back.
“I don’t understand what’s h-happening to m-me!” he groaned, as more changes took off. The transformation was pleasurable, and even as Norm tried to fight it he couldn’t help but give increasingly soft and even feminine moans in response to it, particularly as his hips spread wider and his chest pushed out into two lovely small bumps that were undeniably womanly in shape.
“You are getting the princess you want and deserve, not to mention a noble lifestyle!” Puss in Boots declared.
“What the fuck are you talking about!?” Spencer yelled, watching this from the sides. “He’s becoming a cat person thing! Wait, is he growing fucking tits!?”
Norman’s ocean blue cat eyes widened. “I’m growing tits!?”
He shifted in such a way that even the gallant Puss could not hold him up. He fell onto the grass, and Puss in Boots on top of him. In his panic, the changing young man’s new claws extended from his hand-paws and ripped open the front of his shirt, exposing his two furry mounds and the large pink nipples atop them.
“Oh my God!” he cried, voice cracking up a notch.
Puss was on top of him, his face almost pressed into those furry breasts. There was a moment’s silence as both of the pair realised that Puss’s paws were on Norman’s sensitive new breasts.
“Uhhhh,” Norman gasped, trying not to notice how nice this felt, or how handsome Puss truly was. The famous feline’s form was suddenly even more attractive to the former human, and it left his tail shaking beneath him. God, he was even purring.
“I’m so sorry, my lady!” Puss said, leaping back and instantly covering his eyes while extending one hand to help Norman up. “I mean no offence in placing myself upon you so scandalously! Please, allow me to help you.”
Norman found himself taking Puss’s hand. A shiver ran through his body as Puss in Boots - the Puss in Boots - aided him to his feet. But this moment of gallant chivalry did not last long, because Norman then proceeded to look over his form.
“I’ve got breasts! Oh God, oh God, how has this happened? I’m not just turning into a cat, I’m turning into a female cat!”
“That’s what I was saying, dude!” Spencer barked. He moved to grab Puss in Boots, but the feline evaded his grasp easily. “This asshole changed you!”
“Don’t hurt him!” Norman called out. “I’m sure there’s a reasonable explanation for this . . . thisness.”
“Dude, you fucking meowed a moment ago! You’ve got a tail!”
Norman regarded this, realising for the first time that yes, he indeed had a full tail now. A fluffy, fiery red tail that swished about his ankles, which were now also covered in fur. In fact, his face was almost covered in fur too, and his belly as well. The man swallowed, trying to keep down his panic. “I - I feel so strange. Lord Boots, why has this happened? You said if I drank the wine then I’d get the happy ending I wanted.”
At this, Puss in Boots gave a little bow, one that had a hint of sheepish embarrassment about it. “Ah, well, meaning no offence, my lady, but you are well aware of my famous cunning and guile. I wanted a mate, and you did too. You wanted a wealthy life away from your boring reality, and I wanted to share my own wealth with someone of great intelligence, wit, and guile. It only made sense to use the ogre’s potion to make you a woman equal to myself, one whom I shall love and hold dear as my darling noble wife.”
Norman’s jaw dropped. “I’m - I’m turning into a catwife?”
The cat took Norman’s hand, holding it gently.
“You are turning into a beautiful catwife,” he said. “One who will want for nothing, nor lack for adventure and joy. You will no longer be some small thing people underestimate, but rather a fierce woman of intelligence and brilliance, able to outwit your greatest enemies, and be the centre of attention of your allies and friends.”
“I - I would?”
“Of course,” Puss said. “From the moment I saw your derring-do and cunning in action, I knew you could be the one. Not to mention the experience of your lively conversation last night, your fierce understanding of the world and insatiable curiosity for more of it. A man like that could be so much more. He could be . . . she could be a feline noblewoman I would most like to spend my life with, and shower with all she wants. Does that not sound better than your other life?”
Norman realised that he had also shortened a little with this last change. Puss in Boots was now only just a tinier bit shorter than him. With each breath, his new breasts, small though they were, rose and fell, barely covered by the scraps of his torn tunic. He could feel the rondure shape of his rear, not to mention his furry tail swaying. Even his orange-haired legs seemed shapely and strong, like this body was made for agility. And with his new ears, he could hear the soft, expectant purr of Puss in Boots, the gallant hero of legend waiting on Norm’s answer.
“That . . . I mean, it doesn’t sound terrible. It’s just, I’d have to think about it and-”
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Spencer shouted. “This is the most revolting dweeb shit I’ve ever heard! Nerdy Norm, what the hell is wrong with you?”
But Norm was experiencing a set of sensations he’d never imagined going through. Perhaps it was the arousal his changing body was currently flooded with. Perhaps it was the way Puss in Boots’ tail flicked against his. Perhaps it was just the idea of living out a true fantasy, even if it was a bit more female than he initially imagined.
“I’m not saying yes!” he said aloud. “I just - I need time to think! This is so sudden!”
“Ugh, this is nuts. You’re fucking nuts,” Spencer said. “I’m heading off this evening. Got it, Puss?”
“I would suggest waiting until morning.”
“Not gonna happen. I want a horse and some supplies, and I’m getting out of this freakshow. And I want a second horse for Norm for when he chooses to come with me. Got it?”
Puss in Boots fiddled with a whisker. “I will do exactly as you say, and nothing more. I shall even set you off in a direction.”
“Good,” he said, and marched off, back into the castle, presumably to order about some guards who had very pointed sticks with metal bits on the ends of them.
Boots then looked slyly at Norm. “Ah, I forgot to say which direction I would lead him, didn’t I?”
That made Norm chuckle, but his voice sounded odd to him, so it turned into a cough as he tried to lower it. Unfortunately for him, his voice was now quite light and almost musical. Anyone hearing it would think it sounded either like a man pretending to be a woman, or a woman pretending to be a man, but certainly not masculine.
“Um can I please get something to cover me?”
Again, a sheepish look of embarrassment from Boots. “Of course, my lady! My sincere apologies! Please take my coat!”
He removed the cloak and placed it over Norman’s shoulders. Norman closed it at the front, but couldn’t escape that it was looser around his upper frame, except for his new breasts, which now had a furry and slightly suggestive cleavage where the front of the coat where it descended in a V.
“Um, thanks. Look, Lord Boots-”
“Please, call me Puss.”
“Okay, Puss it is, then. Look, I don’t know how to feel about this. You’re changing me into a cat! Or a cat person, at least. And a woman! God, somehow the second one sounds even stranger, despite the fact that I’m covered in orange fur and have a tail! Look, maybe I gave the wrong impression when I talked about my secret fantasies and my love of fairytales. I didn’t mean I wanted to be one!”
“Whyever not?” asked the cat as he began taking Norman on a stroll through the elaborate gardens. “A fairy tale can live forever! A fairy tale can live the most fantastical life compared to the boring greyness of your own world, good lady.”
“I’m not - I’m not a lady,” Norman said, though he was very aware of the sensation of his tiny boobs bouncing upon his chest. It didn’t help either that his hips now had a natural sway to them, or that his rear was so . . . pronounced. The long hair was just the clincher.
“You could have fooled me,” the Cat Lord japed. “Though if this is how you look while still of the rugged sex, I can hardly imagine what your loveliness shall be like when your transformation finishes.”
With that compliment, he plucked a rose and handed it to Norm, who found himself taking it. It made his tail curl happily, and he couldn’t stop from smelling it. No one had ever called him lovely, or beautiful, or had committed such a romantic gesture for him before.
“You tricked me, though. That’s hardly fair!” Norm said, snapping away from the sweet romance of the moment. “I didn’t ask to become your mate!”
“Ah, it is true,” Puss admitted. His boots scuffed a little upon the ground in frustration, though she sensed it was more at himself. “I admit that I have been unfair in my dealings, though trickery was always my game. I did not even inform the Marquis of Carabas of all of my plans. Call it a fault of mine. But I promise you, Norman, if you choose to become my wife, I will never lie to you again. You will become my Nora, and you will be the one person I always entrust everything to, even my secrets. I shall be no Bluebeard, I promise!”
This made Norman giggle. Somehow, the name of Nora didn’t actually sound too bad. He swallowed, adjusted his chest a little - which caused Puss to look away - and continued.
“Is there a way to turn back?”
Puss nodded curtly. “My dear lady, you can reject the change. It can only be sealed if your heart truly desires it, and you seal the change.”
“How is it sealed?””
Puss held out an arm, and Norman took it automatically. His body still felt like it was changing; he could feel his member starting to shrink away, for one. But he took the gallant cat’s arm anyway, as if he were already a feline noblewoman.
“It is sealed with a kiss, of course. Come, I’ll show you the centre of the gardens. Trust me, it’s utterly magnificent for a good little catnap.”
***
Spencer tapped his foot upon the cobblestones near the edge of the castle courtyard. It was turning to night, and he desperately wanted to leave. To get away from this freakshow of a castle, no matter how extravagant it was. He needed desperately to get back to the real world. The important world where things made goddamn sense. Where freakin’ football existed, for God’s sake!
“C’mon, you dumb nerdy asshole. Hurry up and get out here. It’s getting dark. You stay here any longer and you’re gonna turn into some kind of cat slut for that freak.”
He had the horses ready and supplied and packed. His family was rich; he knew how to ride a horse even better than the so-called brilliant mind he was trying to save. How to escape a fairy tale, on the other hand? Well, that was the only reason he was thinking of letting that nerd tag along.
“C’mon,” he repeated to himself. “I already feel ridiculous in this stupid medieval getup.”
Suddenly, a door across the courtyard opened, and a feline form advanced. For a moment, Spencer thought that it was Puss in Boots coming to make another snobby comment about manners and chivalry, but the figure was moving in a far more feminine manner. Its hips swayed, and it placed one foot in front of the other, which exaggerated that flowing movement. The cloak around its form suggested a more feminine figure, and this was proven very true when Norman finally neared Spencer and threw back the hood of his cloak, revealing that he was, after another whole day’s worth of change, looking much more female and much more feline than before.
“Um, hello Spencer,” the changed man said, though his voice now sounded quite feminine indeed, with just the slight suggestion of a male husk behind it. “I changed a bit more, as you can see.”
He lowered the cloak off of his body as evidence, and Spencer took a step back. The person before him now looked like a complete cat-person, and a female one at that. She had soft feminine features and a cute triangular cat nose, not to mention prominent whiskers which must have been pushed out across the day she had spent with Puss in Boots. Her frame was smaller in the shoulders but broader in the hips, and she had a delicate hourglass figure that was evident from the new clothes she had been given; a light blue and quite feminine tunic with a pair of shorts beneath. The shapely nature of her legs was clear even with the fur, and the same was true of her bust, which had noticeably grown. Spencer knew breasts - he’d fondled more than a few in his day - and this new woman clearly had generous C-cups. Smaller than the ones he loved best, but still a solid size. There was even a hint of furry cleavage there, and he noticed that her hair was more white at the front. The nerd-turned-feline fidgeted with her paw hands, her now fully-grown tail swaying behind her. As if to complete the effect, a gust of wind passed through the courtyard and caused her hair to sway to one side. It was long enough now that it fell down to her shoulder blades, and was just a bit more red than her orange fur to provide a slight contrast.
“Holy fuck,” Spencer said. “What the shit has happened to you? Are you fully changed?”
Norman looked nervously at the ground. “N-not yet. I’m still male. I just . . . don’t feel very male right now.”
“Yeah, ‘cause you’re a fucking freak cat bitch! Jesus, what the hell is this shit? We need to get out of here. C’mon, I’ve got horses ready. I know how to ride and I can show you, or you can get trampled if you can’t figure it out.”
“You want me to come with you?”
Spencer scoffed. “Fuck off. As if. But you know all this fairy tale shit that Abigail is really into, so you can help me find her or get out of this crazy alternate dimension or whatever it is, got it? And maybe you won’t end up such a freak if you get away. You’ll change back, right?”
Norman shifted on his feet. It occurred to both of them that this was quite cat-like in behaviour as well, for the almost-woman was scratching at the ground a little like a cat upon its haunches.
“Puss says I’ll change back unless I seal the transformation with a kiss. He wants me to marry him.”
“Fucking hell,” Spencer said, and he couldn’t stop himself from laughing. “You’re really in it now! God, I can’t wait to tell the others. Nerdy Norman, turned into a catgirl! C’mon, let’s go, dweeb.”
He gestured for the feminine feline to follow him, but Norman stayed rooted to the spot, glaring as only a cat could. Spencer regarded the short individual.
“Dude, are you coming or not? I’ll stop giving you so much shit. Hurry up and help me here.”
“I didn’t come to go with you,” she said, standing just a little taller. Her tail had gone rigid. Defiant. “I came to say goodbye, Spencer.”
Spencer smirked. “Is this some kind of joke? Are you fucking serious!? There’s no way you’re staying here, right? As some kind of . . . cat bitch!?”
Norman’s claws extended, and Spencer halted. There was something fierce in the nerd now. Something almost predatorial. “You won’t be making fun of me anymore, Spencer. I may be a nerd, and I may be weaker than you, but I’m also smart. I possess cunning. And right now, I think I’m following my destiny. I’ve always hated how our world trod on me. I always fled to fantasy. And now I’m in a fantastical place and I’ll have respect and love and comfort and adventure.”
“You - you’ll be a goddamn chick!”
Norman placed his hands on his hips and let his tail sway behind him. He was still getting used to it, but he was starting to think that having a tail was one of his favourite parts about this transformation. That, and the sheer energy and agility he now possessed. Plus, the asthma was completely gone.
“True, it’s not exactly as I pictured it,” he said. No, she said, because she was starting to truly adapt to the idea of being ‘Nora’ now. “But I’ll adapt. I like Puss, Spencer. I . . . I like him a lot. He’s handsome and charming and - and this body rather likes him too now that I’ve changed! And to be honest, I wasn’t anything to look at before, but now I feel fucking beautiful. And you know what else? I didn’t exactly mind furry stuff in private, so maybe this is just another part of my fantasy coming to life! So from now on, I’ll be a Lady Cat, and I’m going to love it. Good luck with your own adventures, and I hope you find the happiness I plan on having.”
She turned and began to walk away, one foot in front of the other, her rear swaying and her tail with it, her movements delightfully feminine.
“Wait! Wait, you freak!” Spencer shouted. “Where do I go? At least give me some pointers! You know all of this shit!”
Nora sighed. She could feel her body starting to change again, and was excited to feel her member pulling further within her. She wanted to experience that moment without Spencer present, but decided to help him one last time. And perhaps show a bit of cunning. She had a map on her person, one that Puss had given her. To the east was a fae forest, a place where a ‘thin space’ might be found that would penetrate back into their original world. But to the west was more forest, and more adventure. Three Little Pigs and Big Bad Wolves and Little Mermaids and Princesses and Peas. All sorts of adventures that she looked forward to experiencing herself, but that Spencer could really benefit from. After all, he needed to respect fables and fairy tales a bit more, didn’t he?
“You’ll be heading West,” she told him. “That way lies your direction.”
“Fucking finally. Well, so long loser. Enjoy having a cat pussy.”
Spencer mounted his horse and left the keep. Nora had to giggle to herself. She was starting to think she really was worthy of Puss in Boots’ interest with her choice of words. If Spencer had been more clever, he would have realised she never said which way led to freedom.
“Very, very clever, my Lady,” came a sonorous voice in a charming English accent.
Nora’s ears just managed to catch her stealthy suitor, who was located upon the ramparts above. Her night vision made it easier to spot him, and she grinned like the Chesire Cat itself, who could well be present in this land somewhere.
“My Lord,” she replied. “Listening in, were you?”
He jumped down, using his claws to descend from a rocky crevice to a hanging flag, down to a wall-mounted sconce and finally to the ground. Then he bowed to her in his gentlemanly fashion. “I could not resist being in your presence, my dear. Though truth be told, my heart was in horrible motions, afraid that you would flee with that cur and flee my pursuit of you forever.”
He stepped closer to her, his boots scuffing the ground almost nervously. She realised he was nervous; she could smell such things now. It made the new woman grin. Even now, the last change was taking place. The last subtle adjustments to her face left her a fine feline beauty. A small growth to her breasts, leaving them pert yet not too large, maintaining her sleek and elegant grace. And, of course, her male genitals were pulling up inside of her even as a passage burrowed from the other side. She gasped a little as something began to grow within her, and her sharp mind instantly determined that it was a womb. A uterus. She ran her hands down her form and let out a soft purr. Her breasts were sensitive, yes, but she could feel lower nipples on her form. No breasts, but the nipples were there. It made sense; she was a lady cat now. The Lady Cat.
Slowly, she took a deep breath. The change was finished, or nearly enough so. Just one last alteration had to take place.
“You didn’t need to be afraid, Puss,” she said, using his first name which she knew that he loved hearing from her. “Spencer is a bully and a dullard. I would choose you every time.”
“But that is not the same as choosing me. I am, in many ways, a knave myself, dear Nora. I changed you through trickery.”
“I should have known. It’s what you are famous for.”
“Nevertheless, trickery was done. Hardly a good way to begin courting a woman of such beauty and charm as you now possess.”
At this, she strode forward. Norman had never been confident, but something about gaining a cat’s grace and beauty, not to mention being seen as possessing such things, made her all the more confident. She sashayed her hips and came very, very close to the handsome Puss in Boots, so that she could smell his breath and almost feel his warmth. Her tail swayed and deliberately brushed against his own, teasing him.
“You are right,” she said. “It is a terrible way to start a relationship, Puss. I’m afraid I must renounce your tactics . . .”
“Oh, I see . . .”
“. . . and instead, substitute some trickery of my own.”
“Meow? What do you mean?”
“My Lord, I am sorry to say that you have committed a great scandal,” Nora continued, the warmth in her heart and arousal in her breasts beginning to truly swell. “You have used deceit to trick a good woman, and left her without means to defend herself outside of your castle. I’m afraid there is only one solution to regain your honour.”
Puss in Boots looked a little lost. “There is?”
Nora grinned, then pressed her body against his. She nuzzled against him, feeling his warmth, his strength, his manliness. “Of course,” she replied, pulling back to look cheekily into his eyes. “You’ll have to do what nobles have done since time immemorial to young women they have scandalised. I’m afraid the only option you have is . . . to marry me!”
There was a second’s pause, and suddenly Puss broke out into a magnificent grin. He placed his arms around Nora, who was now finally shorter than him, and spun her in a circle while laughing happily.
“Indeed it shall be!” he announced. “I am so very sorry that it must be done, but it shall! You simply must be my bride to make it up to you!”
“And provide me with comfort!” she said, giggling as he twisted her about.
“And riches!”
“And sharp wit!”
“And adventure!”
“And good jokes!”
He stopped swaying her about. The two were panting, joyous, their bodies now pressed against one another, her breasts against his chest. It was making her body further aroused, and she didn’t know how much she could hold on before she gave herself over to this new and wonderful life as a Lady Cat who already possessed a voracious libido.
“And all the love I can give, and more,” Puss in Boots finished.
And with that, the pair smiled once more, and finally kissed. Something passed through Nora, a delightful tremor that made her tail kink at the end and her body shuddering slightly. Her womanhood finished its formation, and all traces of masculinity were gone, leaving her now and forever as a beautiful lady cat, together with her future husband. She started to purr happily, and so did he, and when their lips finally parted they rubbed their noses together lovingly.
“Puss,” she said. “I’m afraid that I’m about to ask you to commit another scandal.”
The dashing cat chuckled and then took her paw-hand. “It’s quicker to reach our bed if we climb that wall there and jump to the vines. Fear not, we shall be married within the week, my darling!”
The two catfolk ran across the courtyard together, utterly smitten and ready to mate for the first time. Nora followed Puss’s example, ascending up the wall and then clambering into her future husband’s bedroom. Her husband! It still felt so strange to admit to herself, but her new feline body was in heat, and so she gave herself over to excitement. The anthro-cat reached out a paw and helped her up into the window, and she was dazzled by the wonderful lordly extravagance of his room, which was adorned with numerous pillows and plush carpets, with a very large bed with the most soft-looking blankets she had ever seen.
“This is where you sleep?” she asked, already purring with anticipation over the future catnaps she could enjoy in this space.
“And where you can sleep too, my Lady,” he responded in his charming English accent. “If you wish it so, of course.”
He gave a dramatic bow, then stood straight, a playful grin upon his features. He extended a paw to hers, and then with his other hand gestured to the bed. “Would you like to sample some comforts?”
Nora licked her lips. Her whiskers twitched in excitement, and her claws scratched lightly on the carpet. Without even meaning to, she found herself wiggling her haunches, as if ready to leap.
“And if I want more than mere comfort, my Lord?” she asked.
Puss in Boots kicked his eponymous boots off of his feet and then threw off his tunic in a smooth motion.
“Then that can be arranged as well, beautiful maiden. I find I cannot resist you, and if you feel the same way, then - mmphh!”
She did leap, as much by instinct as desire. The two anthro-cats landed upon the bed, and soon she was removing her own clothing and pressing her furry flesh against his.
“I want you now,” she purred into his delightful triangular ears. “No trickery or cunning this time. I just want you.”
“Then have me you shall, my dear Lady. I could barely stand another second of trying to convince you!”
“No convincing needed!” she said, giggling before nipping lightly upon his neck. They nuzzled one another, their paws scratched playfully as they rolled upon the unbelievably comfortable bed. Nora’s heat was rising. It was a need, far more powerful than she had ever imagined it would be. Even after choosing to stay in this catfolk form, she had been nervous about the idea of giving herself over to Puss in Boots, despite her attraction. But now all anxious worries fell away, particularly as he caressed her lovely breasts and licked her naked nipples. She meowed pleasurably, her tail developing a kink at the end from the sheer bliss of it all. Every part of her yearned to be touched. More than that, she needed to be mounted.
“T-take me!” she whined. “Make me yours! And you’ll be mine! I can f-finally get my fairy tale ending! Mhmm!”
“Not an ending,” Puss replied, turning her around so that she was on all fours upon the bed. “A beginning, my Lady. The start of a new life, the two of us on adventures, our cunning and intelligence together, our romance filled with passion. And the fruits of said passion!”
She wondered what he meant by that, but already her tail was lifting, making room for him to enter her from behind. He scratched her back, causing her to arch her body, and then he plunged his member into her. His thorny cock caused a brief sting of pain, and then it held within her, hard and thick and deeply arousing. Every nerve ending in her pussy reacted, and her passage became even wetter as he started to thrust. The fairytale hero gripped her hips and shoved deep inside of the new lady cat, and it left her pressing her head against the blankets, whining and meowing in sheer delight. She’d never had sex before; never had the chance to as a nerdy-looking man. To think that her first sexual experience was as a woman, and would be for the rest of her days, which could be quite a long time as a new living fairytale!
“Yessss!” she moaned. “Ohhhhh, it’s s-so good! Harder! You can g-go harder! I’m c-close! Mmhmmm!”
He did so, continuing to please her body, his paws scratching at her back before sliding over her rear and squeezing her there too. Her tail shifted over his shoulder, and Nora wondered how she had ever hesitated over this change. She was so glad to have been tricked by Puss in Boots that she couldn’t wait to experience this kind of passion every day. This passion, and the fruit of said-
Wait.
The fruit of passion.
He meant babies! Little kittens! Little anthro-kittens that he could well be putting into her right now. No wonder he wanted to wed her so soon, because she could be getting knocked up! The thought briefly terrified Nora, for even that change was a bit too much to imagine just yet, but then he gripped her hips and thrust into her once more.
“You are so very beautiful, my Lady Nora,” he said. “And by all the Fables, I cannot resist you!”
And that was enough to make her no longer care. She thrust her hips back against him, allowing him to plunge deeper. She could feel his cock throbbing inside of her, even as her own series of female climaxes approached. To be a mother to this man’s kits? Maybe that was exactly what she wanted. Besides, her body desperately needed him to cum inside of her. It was love as much as instinct, really.
“Ohhhhh, cum in m-meee!” she cried. “Cum inside m-meeee!”
Puss in Boots gripped her and groaned, and suddenly he ejaculated deep inside of her. It sent the new cat lady over the edge, orgasm after orgasm buffeting her while his hot seed spilled deep into her waiting womb.
“Yessss! Oh God, yesss!”
She collapsed forward, shuddering with each wave of bliss, and uncaring if she was pregnant or not. Why not get it done earlier? It would be a great way to thank Puss for the life he’d given her. Sure, it wasn’t quite the fairy tale ending that Nora had imagined for herself, but as her husband-to-be stroked her body in the aftermath, his member still deep inside of her, perhaps getting her pregnant already, she decided that it was more than enough.
In fact, this fairy tale fantasy was even better.
To Be Continued . . . in our next Fable!