Makoto fixes Kyoko, focusing on her behavior.

Writing from his current position posed a challenge, but otherwise, Makoto didn't have any worries filling in the blanks that would return Kyoko to normal. After all, he knew her name wasn't "Kittygiri," and he knew what her regular outfit was supposed to look like: her single braid, her dark purple leather jacket, her skirt, and the rest of it. More importantly, he remembered how she normally acted in that outfit. If only he could magically return her to that form... Without wasting time, he scratched out what Sayaka had written and filled in the blanks with his own recollection. Now, it just remained to be seen if there really was magic behind this.

After all the anticipation, the result was anti-climactic. Makoto didn't know what he had expected; some kind of puff of smoke or flash of light like in an anime? Instead, correcting the information hadn't changed Kyoko at all. She was still dressed (barely) in the same fetish cat outfit. The book in his hand wasn't pink anymore, and he felt like something else was different, but it was taking him a moment to figure out what it was, exactly.

Sayaka raised her voice. "Did it work? Kyoko still looks weird! Do we need to do something else?!"

"Something's fishy, yeah..." Makoto muttered, still struggling under Kyoko's alternating attempts to grind on him and lean forward to lick him on the mouth. "Pft pbt... W-wait a minute! Wait a minute, hold on!"

Kyoko did no such thing, continuing to purr affectionately and snuggle him with that strange look in her eyes. "What's the matter, Master? Have I been a bad kitty? Are you gonna punish me? Ooh, please don't get me with the spray bottle, I'd hate to get wet and nyasty! I'm gonna- hyeeeaaagh?! Oh! Unngh!!" The detective let out a startlingly high-pitched, un-Kyoko-like sound as her face screwed up in perverse pleasure.

Sayaka had finished pulling a beaded tail out of her friend's ass with little fanfare. "Ugh, now I remember! I did turn you back to normal! I just forgot what a total freak you are, Kyoko."

"Y-yeah... I'm a freak... need to be punished...!~" Kyoko moaned from her place collapsed and half-naked on top of Makoto. "Punish your freaky nasty kitty, Kyoko Kinkigiri, Master...!"

The young man beneath her struggled his way out. He stared at Kyoko with a raised eyebrow. "This doesn't make sense. To turn her back to normal, I was thinking of what she usually wears and her usual behavior. This definitely isn't that."

Sayaka rolled her eyes and knelt next to Makoto. Casually, she gave Kyoko a slap on her exposed butt, eliciting another shameless bark that was supposed to be a meow. "Did you not know? Yeah, Kyoko's a cool detective who wears a leather jacket, a tie and a button-up, and all that... most of the time. Every now and then, though, she gets like this: a super-perverted slut who wants to live out her craziest fantasies with whoever'll entertain them."

"So... this was just, uh... like kink play? And this is Kyoko? Like normal?"

"Well, I don't know about that," Sayaka admitted, wiping her hand that had touched Kyoko off on her skirt like it was dirty. "Before you got here, Kyoko was acting like a clown, and before that, she seemed to be some kind of blonde bimbo. I literally saw her turn from a clown into the cat form after I put in the details to correct her, so I think there _was _some kind of magic. But, yeah... hard as it is to believe, this is the real Kyoko Kinkigiri. She probably figured the chain of bizarre transformations was a good excuse for her to act like she was still under its effects and do whatever she wanted. Because she's such a dumb slut!" she concluded with an angelic smile, giving Kyoko another friendly smack on the ass.

Makoto watched as the eyes seemed to roll back in Kyoko's head as she stuck out her tongue, splayed out on the floor and occasionally making small mutterings that were probably supposed to be kitty roleplay. He turned back to Sayaka. "Stop that! Stop talking to her like that. Something's wrong. I know Kyoko isn't normally like this-!"

In response to Makoto's concern, Kyoko's kitty-pawed hand suddenly shot up. "H-hold on... hold on, Makoto... I appreciate the sentiment, but..." The detective clawed her way up from the sweaty pool she'd been presenting as, entering a formal and serious sitting position. She took out the plastic fangs she'd been wearing over her real teeth and spoke normally. "Sayaka's right. I'm sorry for startling you, but, yes, I'm fully back to myself. This is... just the kind of play I'm interested in. I apologize." Still half naked, she presented herself in a nearly-naked dogeza, putting her palms and her forehead all the way to the floor. "That said, if you're upset about it... you can punish me for it. I would deserve it."

"What are you talking about?" Makoto felt like his head was spinning. Somehow or another, this was starting to feel more and more believable to him. Kyoko's voice had cooled back down from her disturbing kitty impression, and her eyes seemed sincere.

Still, it was Sayaka who answered Makoto's question. Impatiently, she grabbed Kyoko by the hair and rose to standing, pulling the other woman to sit up on her knees. "This is how the real Kyoko is, Makoto. Every now and then, you've gotta pull her hair and call her a bitch a bit until she finally winds down. Isn't that right, you filthy little slut?"

"Y-yeah, it is!" Kyoko admitted readily, gulping before letting her tongue hang out of her mouth. "I'm sorry, Makoto... honestly, I thought it was more exciting as roleplay. I thought the best roleplay would be if you thought I'd been genuinely transformed. I'm a twisted degenerate. You should call me that, Makoto. Call me a freak and spit on me. Please!"

"She's right, you know," Sayaka told him, matter-of-factly. "If someone like you does it, I think she'll finally calm down."

"Really?" Makoto was hesitant, but the more he considered it, the more it started to make sense. Maybe there'd never been any magic to begin with? Maybe that had all been a misunderstanding... But why did it feel like both Sayaka and Kyoko were off?

Still... he looked at Kyoko's pleading eyes. She seemed to be working to keep herself looking composed, as if she felt that was the only way to keep him calm and have him give her what she wanted. "We're... friends, right, Kyoko? And you're really you?"

The woman wearing a collar that declared her his property and currently begging for him to **** her nodded vigorously. "Yes, of course. Whatever you say. Master."

"Then, as a friend... this is.... r-really screwed up! If Sayaka's right, and you did this on purpose, I'm not okay with it at all! You made me worried sick about you, then you pulled me into a freaky fantasy without my consent! That's not okay."

Kyoko's eyes seemed to register apology, but there was something else there, too... Her breathing was picking up, and she was growing more red. "I'm sorry, Master. I was a bad kitty, Master. At a time like this, respectfully, I think you should... p-punish me, master!" Hopefully, disgracefully, she turned in place on her knees on the floor so that her ass was turned his way, still open and inviting from the tail that had primed her earlier. She let her hair continue to be held and twisted as she rotated, wincing, but smiling. "Anal! Anal would be a very appropriate punishment for me. No one could blame you for punishing a dirty kitty slut like me with some anal play, Master. I-"

Makoto couldn't take it anymore. He needed to do something to end it. Wincing, he landed a hard slap on Kyoko's bottom.

That seemed to be enough. Accompanying Kyoko's cry of mixed pain and pleasure was a telling squirt. "I'm being punished! Oooh, I'm such a dirty girl, I pushed even my good-boy master to my limit and now he's paddling my naughty dirty kitty ass!! Ooooooh~!!" She finished jetting with shameless satisfaction and the **** of someone either incredibly aroused or incredibly sensitive. She twitched on the floor as Sayaka and Makoto watched.

The latter apologized profusely. "Oh God, Kyoko, I'm sorry! That was out of line-"

Kyoko's gloved hand shot up again to silence him. She remained that way for a long moment, gathering herself. When she looked back at him, she was red-faced and exhausted, but she somehow did seem to have her ordinary composure back. "No, don't apologize. Sayaka was right, and I owe you my thanks. And I truly do apologize for pulling you into this, but... frankly, I do have needs, and satisfying those needs, on occasion, does lend me the focus to excel as a detective. Think of what you've done not just as a service to me, but as a service to everyone I'll help on cases. Even if I had to make up this whole ridiculous 'Popup' scenario to do it."

Somehow, seeing Kyoko back to normal was a huge relief to Makoto, even if she was still leaking on the library floor and hardly dressed in kitty stickers and accessories. "Uh, sure... S-so, Sayaka, all of that nasty stuff you said about Kyoko was just roleplaying, right? You're still Kyoko's friend and don't look down on her at all?"

Sayaka was smiling, but cast her eyes to the ceiling and spoke in a cheeky way. "Suuure!"

Makoto didn't catch how ingenuine that was. He was happy to have things back to normal. "Thank God. Well, then, we're done here. Unless... Kyoko, are you gonna, uh, clean all this mess up yourself?"

Hearing that made Kyoko stifle a small moan for some reason, but her glove easily hid it. "Yes... I'll clean up my mess. Please, don't trouble yourself with any of that, and don't worry about my clothes. I have a real, presentable outfit around here somewhere. Go get some rest." She gave Makoto a reassuring smile.

The young man happily obliged, taking Sayaka with him. "Great. You get some rest too! You look... exhausted."

Kyoko nodded. "Oh, and Makoto. Don't tell anyone else about this side of me, all right? It's a secret for just a few people. I'd appreciate it if you treat me normally in classes. Please don't call me dirty names or demean me. All right?"

"Of course-" Makoto began, agreeably.

"Because I'll cum," Kyoko added, smiling. "And if I cum in class, you'll be responsible. And you'll have to punish me again."

"... Okay, Kyoko. Glad you're back to normal," Makoto told her one more time, smiling awkwardly and hurrying his way out of the room.