Tabbiecat

She’d fallen asleep at her computer while watching the votes tally. It was clear early on what the winner would be, but she’d tried to stay awake anyway just in case there was a last-minute surge.

Waking late in the morning, she found the new transformation already in place. A long black and brown striped tail escaped her pyjama pants via a hole it had made for itself.

It was very much alive and very much part of her. She could feel it just like an arm or leg. With effort, she could control it, but it moved on instinct if ignored. It was wonderfully soft and delightfully fluffy and even stroking it herself made her shudder with sexual pleasure.

She also had a new set of very functional ears protruding from the top of her head. Confusingly she still had her old set, and the doubled aural input was going to take some getting used to. They twitched as she stroked them and turned to follow noises.

Her hair had been updated to match, as well. It was shorter, fluffy, and kitten soft with brown and black stripes.

Looking in the mirror, she loved and hated it all at once. It was fulfilling a fantasy, but one she would have preferred to have kept as a fantasy. The judgement of others, and the realities of grooming fur were not things she looked forward to.

The sound of Meagan coming home from breakfast presented her with a challenge. Instinct told her to hide, to just never leave her room again. That was where she was comfortable, anyway. It was her safe space.

That was a fast path to disaster, though. She didn’t fully understand the game she was part of, but she knew she needed points to win it and losing it would have consequences. Also, if she was going to have any chance of learning magic, she had to be “good.” Titania hadn’t been entirely clear what that meant, but she sure as hell didn’t mean hiding under her bed.

She fortified her resolve and left her room.

Megan took a moment to notice, then took several increasingly long looks to fully appreciate the effect. “That’s a fashion statement,” she said.

“I’ve always wanted to try it,” said Tabitha honestly. Then began lying, “And I saw a place selling them, so I gave it a go.”

“So, you’re a furry?” asked Megan, trying and failing to sound non-judgemental.

“Hey, I know some pretty chill furries,” snarled Tabitha. “But no, it’s just the catgirl thing. I think it’s cute.”

“It’s really lifelike,” commented Megan, impressed. Then reached out to stroke the tail.

Tabitha clenched her fists and jaw, swallowed hard, and fought to maintain steady breathing as an uninvited orgasm shot through her. “Yeah, It’s pretty impressive technology,” she said. With an aim to change the subject and escape any other awkward moments with her sister, she said. “I’m heading out exploring. You need anything while I’m out.”

That shocked Megan more than the ears and tail. “Exploring? Outside? In the sun? You’ve been to precisely three places without me since we got here. What’s gotten into you?”

“I blame you,” said Tabitha. “Your vacation liberation is infectious. You’ve been coming out of your shell; I figured I should give it a try, too. No consequences, no regrets, right?”

Megan took that as a compliment, and possibly affirmation as a positive influence on her little sister. She yielded without further complaint.

Tabitha left to dress and found her wardrobe had been edited for her transformation. Nothing was missing, but all of it had space for ears and a tail. There were also additions: thigh-high socks, pleated skirts, a frilly maid outfit… they’d equipped her to fully embrace the catgirl aesthetic.

She was tempted, but she wanted to keep a low profile for the moment. Jean shorts and a Hawaiian shirt would do.

Tabitha was worried that she wouldn’t know who to ask. She didn’t know who else knew about game. Almost immediately upon leaving her room though, she started to think everyone was in on it.

A few folks around the resort were also sporting animal ears or tails, and she saw a salon advertising the service. She thought they might have similarly been punished, until one of them pulled her aside to take a selfie with her. “I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but you’re my favourite,” a fellow guest with a fox tail said. “I’m rooting for you to win.”

“Is it okay for me to ask how or what I would win?” asked Tabitha after humoring the lady with a pic.

“You can ask, but I don’t think I can say,” she replied. “I’m not telling you anything Lady Titania didn’t. I don’t want to get turned into a newt.”

“She can do that?”

“Can and will,” she confirmed.

Tabitha was **** to release the fan. “She did say that there were things I could buy, magic elixirs, if I knew who to ask. Are you the right kind of person?”

The woman smiled knowingly. “Not quite, but I can point you in the right direction. Most of the shops have special reserves. Things they don’t keep in plain view. If you’re flush with BP and discrete, they might open up their stashes to you. Careful, though, it’s all fairy magic so it likes to get up to mischief.”

“Well, I aim to misbehave, so that sounds perfect,” said Tabitha, excited about the prospects.

“And that’s why you’re my favourite.” The foxtail lady gave Tabitha a quick kiss on the cheek and a wink before flouncing off to continue pretending to be a guest.

It took a while for Tabitha to find an adequately adult oriented looking shop with nobody else in it. With polite inquiry and a check of her BP balance, she was shown to the small back room of a lingerie shop.

There were few items, and all of them kept under lock and key. They had a chastity belt which made every other part of the body an erogenous zone, a dog collar which would make the wearer perfectly obedient to the person they let put it on them, and a full body latex suit which could grow appendages inside and out. Their most expensive item was a red leather body harness they called a succubus suit which would make anyone who saw the wearer lust after them, and the wearer crave semen.

Once she’d worked out how to ask, almost every shop had something hidden in the back: a costume store with outfits that would transform the wearer into the thing they dressed up as, a souvenir shop with scented candles that would make people horny or sleepy, a wine and spirits store that had a fine selection of bottled emotions, a sleepwear shop that sold erotic dreams… the list went on.

She bought little. It was all expensive, and even though she had a decent supply of BP, it wasn’t clear how much more she’d be able to get, so she had to be strategic. She picked up a pair of dreams and a bottle of lust. The former because she wanted to get some ideas into Martin’s head, and the latter because it was versatile and felt a little less invasive than some of the other options.

The shopkeeper told her. “It’s not a love potion. Messing with love is dangerous magic. It just gonna make folks horny. They’re as likely to go back to their room and wank themselves silly as anything else.”

She tested it on herself first. Both out of curiosity and compassion. She wasn’t going to start drugging people without knowing the effects. A few drops in a pina colada was enough to have her feeling warm. A full shot ruined her afternoon and might have given her carpal tunnel syndrome.

Armed with magic and knowledge, she felt ready to really start playing this game.