It might be worthwhile

Your plan is nothing less than creation of a whole race. At some point you'll need allies and confidants, otherwise you'll never get the results you desire. Magic can do many things, but the old adage that two heads are better than one still holds true. Sandra - if she can be trusted - would be quite valuable.

She continues to whimper as you prepare some ingredients and pretend to look over your notes. Without her realizing it you cast a spell of truth on her and are pleased when she repeats her offer over and over. When the sobbing overtakes her ability to speak you smile to yourself and open her cage. She blinks and wipes away her tears.

"Just so you understand fully," you say, gently lifting her from the cage, "I am on a mission. I intend to take as many women as I can and change them into catgirls. I want to leave this world with a whole new race - a race of my creation! I am going to sire many children with these women. I will make presents of them to powerful nobles, royalty, merchants and warriors so that everywhere their children will find powerful friends."

She nods, so you continue. "The memories of each woman I have changed are gone. I have told them that the catfolk live in the north and that a terrible disease has killed many of them. Only a few have managed to come south for treatment from myself, a powerful life mage who visited them just a year ago." You stroke her pretty red hair and she nods again. "I planned to craft stories of their culture myself, but of course that would be a great draw on my valuable time. How are you at stories?"

"In my work I have had to play many parts. Before my parents sold me into bondage I had little in the way of education. But my first master knew I would be worth far more if I were well read and able to attract nobles. So I can both read and write and have read many tales from lands to the south and plays from the far western isles." Now it's your turn to nod. You bought her almost entirely for her looks, but Sandra is quite well educated. Even if you have to edit her work it will still prove a huge savings in time and effort.

"Hmmm, it seems quite appropriate that a harlot will pen the history of these sex kittens, for I intend sex to play quite a role in their 'primitive' culture. Especially since catgirls will outnumber catboys no less than eight to one. Now as for your own story - you were young and pregnant, so when the disease struck your family took no chances, sending you far to the south at the first opportunity. You found me and with my experience treating other catfolk I made you immune to the disease."

"I'm afraid that won't do," she says, looking at her feet, "for I was sold into bondage due to my barren womb."

You put a hand to her belly and feel within her using your magic. It's true enough, but you can tell that this infertility can be cured - at least by a life mage as powerful as yourself. "That's the story I want to use," you tell her, "and your womb will not stand in the way of my plans. Now hop on the table so I can turn you into a most fecund feline."

Sandra's jaw drops and she vaults onto the table, asking, "Is that possible?"

"Of course. No mere warlock could manage it, but I will cure you and then I shall prove it by seeding you."

Finally you are ready and, for the first time, use the transformation spell on its own. The orange hairs, selected as a match for her red hair, are sucked inside her belly and Sandra begins to change. He body doesn't change as much as Yvonne's did since she was lithe to begin with. Her fur comes in orange but soon changes - becoming redder and redder as it coats her body.

Her coat ends up unlike that of any cat you've ever seen, a vibrant red with only hints of orange. It's truly striking and the first time you've seen the human hair color dominate. Her belly is of a slightly more orange shade, but still more red than the original hairs.

Perhaps that's something to do with orange cat hairs? Less potent than the others? At this rate you'll need to make up a chart in your journal. Sandra's sighs, sucks in a new breath and looks up at you, allowing you to see that she has the same pale blue eyes as before, though now they have a vertical slit and seem shinier.

Now for her womb. The trick with repairing damage like this is to balance things properly. Do too good a job and the patient's body is unable to keep up with the changes. Even if you succeed there's a good chance she'll end up at the other end of the spectrum - extra fertile instead of barren. You'll need to cast your spells very carefully to avoid pushing her too far. As you work you look at Sandra's tight little belly and smile. A very fertile red furred cat? It seems appropriate somehow, given the stories about how much redheaded women enjoy sex.

You decide to shore up a few other parts of Sandra's tight little body to help. You make her belly and skin even more flexible and quick to heal than the other catgirls. You strengthen her heart and liver and some other organs, so that she can support larger litters. You think about altering her libido, but probing her mind shows that she was well suited to sex work. Instead you slightly increase the sensitivity of her nipples, pussy, ears and tail, sure that that will increase her appetite just the way you want. Finally you cast a few protective and mending spells to smooth and connect your changes. You have high hopes little Sandra will be a boon and you want to make sure she has a long, healthy and pleasurable life - particularly since you plan to add her to your harem.

"All done," you tell her, then put your hands against the table to steady yourself. You really overdid it, leaving yourself short on mana and breath. It will take a good night's rest to recover, but before retiring you intend to see if Sandra is as good as she claims to be.

Sandra sits up slowly and looks over her new form, stroking her tail, examining her breasts, her ears and fur. But she keeps one hand pressed to her belly. "Am I really all woman now?" she asks, and you realize her parents must have believed in certain superstitious nonsense.

"You are whole now, but no more a woman than before."

She smiles, showing her pointed teeth, and replies, "I can feel the difference. I feel more alive, more sensitive. I... hunger." She hops back down from the table - much more gracefully than before and says, "Your turn. Just lie down and let me show my thanks."

You're not about to argue. You can see that her slit is already glistening. When you lie back on the table Sandra opens your robes and begins to lick your cock with her rough tongue. Then she moves down to your balls, lapping away and driving you toward orgasm. She's so good you forget how sharp her new teeth are, because you don't even feel their touch. You wanted to save every drop for her pussy, but Sandra takes your whole length into her mouth and expertly coaxes you to cum. Like a good whore she drinks it down and smiles.

But she doesn't stop. You see her thin red tail flicking back and forth behind her. Sandra takes your softening shaft back into her mouth and uses dozens of short, intense licks to reawaken your prick. After a few minutes you're amazed to find yourself hard again, just like when you were a teenager. Sandra climbs over you and lowers her drooling slit onto your shaft, her fingers teasing your balls. "I've wanted a child since I was just a little girl myself," she says, slowly rocking her hips and squeezing your length. "I always rubbed the bellies of pregnant women for luck. I'd given up hope of ever having a child, so please master - make me a mommy!"

You use just a hint of magic on your balls, bringing them back to fullness - in fact, distracted by your feline lover you perhaps make them a little overfull. Your testes, bulging with extra cum are a little painful, but Sandra's hot love tunnel is milking you in such wonderful ways that you put it out of your mind. Her technique is every bit as practiced and sensual as her blowjob, but you can see her face now. Her eyes are glittering, there's a happy, thirsty smile as she pants and purrs, devoted to drawing your seed into her belly.

When you feel your nuts pulling up against your groin you thrust up hard, burying yourself inside, as deep as Sandra's pussy will allow. She arches her back and lets out a high pitched, "Meowryr!" then slumps on top of you, her head nestled against your neck. Exhausted, you just put an arm around your sexy, eager confederate and fall asleep.