Call the Kavunkabeest‘s bluff

Duncan closes his eyes, bracing himself for the horror that is to come when something dawns on him. "Little Spareling?" Did the Kavunkabeest really call him that? And what else did it say? It referred to Felixia as having a fur coat, but unless the Felechon had an opportunity to recharge her magic, the only fur on its body was the facial hair of the pirate, and perhaps some unmentionable body hair -- hardly appropriate for a "fur coat for a tentacle." Duncan narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

Then, deciding he really had nothing to lose if he was wrong, he tried another tactic.

"Yes, please, ravish me with your manly tentacles!" he cried out, in what he hoped sounded like a lust-filled voice. The Kavunkabeest stopped abruptly, eyes wide with astonishment.

"What's that you say?" it asked.

"I cannot disguise my desire any longer," cried Duncan. "I have spent far too long in the company of that loathsome Felechon, and now that I am in the presence of a truly glorious specimen of sexual perfection, I cannot restrain my passion any longer. Come now! Make me wait no longer!"

"Loathsome Felechon?" the creature repeated, incredulously. "Whatever do you mean?"

"Pretend not to misunderstand me, O desire of my loins! You saw the hideous creature, so you can only imagine what a challenge it was not to vomit forth my disgust of its putrid scent and vile form! Truly, my prayers are answered, now that I have stumbled upon this place to find you have rid the world of that ill-kempt, dismal, flea-ridden--"

"Flea-ridden! Why that's outrageous! I--" The creature stopped in mid-sentence and narrowed its eyes at Duncan, who tried to hold the gaze steadily, and was successful for about 15 seconds, before he burst out in explosive laughter.

"Oh, Felixia! You should see the look on your face!"

The wolf-eagle countenance of the creature looked fiercely at the prince for a moment, before the horrible hooked beak impossibly curved into a wide smile, and the fierce wolflike eyes transformed into a much larger version of Felxia's familiar yellow cat eyes.

"Oh, well done, Little Princeling," said the creature, setting Duncan down on the forest floor. "How did you see through my clever guise?" Duncan watched, transfixed, as the hideous creature magically transformed to the 2-foot-high, yellow-gold fur covered cat/woman he first met in the Library.

"You had me going for a bit," admitted Duncan, picking himself off, and brushing off bits of grass from his naked body. "But you have to be far cleverer than that to pull one over on me!"

"Hmmm...." said Felixia with a purr. "Challenge accepted!" With a laugh she says, "You should have seen the look on your face when my tentacle bumped up against your backside, though! I thought you were going to pass out!"

"But Felixia... What happened? How did you get your magic back? Did you find the mystical catnip after all?"

"You can thank me for that," came a voice from above their heads. Duncan looked up and immediately panicked, thinking he was about to have another encounter with a Kavunkabeest. He watched as a long tentacle-like thing pierced the tree's canopy and began to descend, snakelike, down the trunk of the tree.

Seeing only one appendage, and noting that it was not covered in suction cups, Duncan spared a closer look, half convincing himself it was a massive constrictor snake. Only when the head of the snake drew near was he able to see that in the place of a snake's head, it had the small head of a cat. With a start he remembered where he had seen such a thing before -- it was when Felixia was attempting to impress him by showing him a Felechon penis!

Looking again upward, his suspicions were confirmed when he saw a small man, naked, but for the calico fur that covered his body, descending from the tree's branches, aided by the enormous organ that came from between his legs. A male Felechon!

"Allow me to introduce Norax," said Felixia, siding up to him as he set foot on the forest floor. "We're old friends."

"A bit more than friends, wouldn't you say?" said Norax, reaching Felixia's hind end and giving it a nibble with the mouth at the end of his penis.

"I don't understand," said Duncan.

"Ah... well, I think you're probably old enough to hear this, but a boy cat and a girl cat have different private parts, and when a boy cat and a girl cat like each other very much, they get together and--"

"I'm not talking about that," said Duncan impatiently. "I mean what happened to the dwarves, and how did you get your magic back, and what does this guy -- Norax -- have to do with any of it?"

"Well, you are correct that the typical way to recharge a Felechon's magical powers is to roll around in the Mystical Catnip under the light of a full moon, but there is another way, and that is to -- well -- roll around under the light of the full moon with another fully-charged Felechon."

"We did a spell more than 'roll around,' laughed Norax, who now appeared to be wearing some kind of strange tubular armor around his abdomen, as he wrapped his massive member multiple times around his body.

“You see,” explained Felixia, “I had just created the diversion to lead the dwarves away and was about to double back to you when Norax showed up. I had no idea he lived here. The dwarves were approaching, so we both went up to his treehouse to hide, while I explained our situation. Well, as it turns out, he was fully charged with his magic, and I guess you could say his ‘magic wand’ was fully loaded, too, and before you could say, ‘Hey presto!’ I had my magic back, and the dwarves are probably still running to get away from the Kavunkabeest.”

Duncan retarded the two warily. “‘Hey presto?’ That seems like a rather quick fix, if you know what I mean.”

Norax seemed to blush under his calico fur. “Well, in my defense, it had been a while.... You know how that can be.... But I made up for it later, didn’t I?” Again, he pinched Felixia’s bum, but this time with his paw.

“Well, I don’t want to offend your delicate sensibilities, Little Spareling; I know how easily you blush.... But that was a quick fix. Once we had the dwarves on the run, we retired to Norax’s bedroom to make sure my batteries were full and his wand was drained.”

“But wait,” interrupted Duncan. “I heard you screaming. I thought you were being torn apart!”

“Well, I always have been a bit of a screamer,” purred Felixia. “And I was being torn apart! You saw the size of this thing.” She reaches down and strokes behind the ear of the head of Norax’s penis. “Now you can see why I have a hard time thinking of your little doohickey as a real piece of male anatomy. Speaking of which....”

Felixia regarded Duncan’s female form evenly, and then, cracking her knuckles and emitting a full shower of yellow sparks, pointed her tail at the transformed prince.

Instantly Duncan feels his body tingling. He holds up his hands and sees the thin, feminine fingers grow thicker. He sees his forearms grow more muscular, with fine blonde hair sprouting evenly over them. The center of gravity of his body changes as the enormous weight on his chest subsides. He looks down and is able to see his legs clearly without the hinderance of breasts, and he watches his legs lengthen and thicken. He reaches to his face and feels its familiar contours, and the rough stubble of two days’ growth of his blonde beard. The tingle focused between his legs, and as Duncan looks, he sees his vagina close up, and in its place his balls return, and a cock springs forth like a tree in rapid growth.

Duncan is about to speak his appreciation, when he notices one more burst of a tingling sensation between his legs. He looks and sees a yellow cat’s head at the end of his cock, looking up at him and purring.

“Felixia!”

The Felechon just laughs and again points her tail at Duncan. The cat’s head disappears, and he is relieved to see his penis exactly the way he remembers it.

“Sorry about that,” Felixia says, still giggling. “After seeing Norax’s piece, I thought you might have Felechon envy. By the way, did I get your size right? I didn’t bring my reading glasses.”

“It is fine,” says Duncan, who is so relieved to be a male again, that it rather overshadows the feeling of discomfort he would normally have about standing naked in front of the two creatures.

“Here’s a tip, Young Spareling,” says Felixia. “You might consider doing some ‘man-scaping.’ It can’t do much for your self esteem that the longest thing hanging between your legs is a pubic hair. In fact, I’d offer to help you with that myself, but the way your man meat is, I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to distinguish it from the rest of the short and curly things there, and I might accidentally cut it.”

“Enough with your insults, Felixia,” said Duncan. “I know you are just trying to goad me. Now please give me my clothes so I don’t catch my **** in this night air.”

“Clothes? Oh are you naked? It is so hard to tell with you.”

Felixia again points her tail at Duncan, who sees his travelling clothes forming around his body. He breathes a sigh of relief but then jumps with a start and grabs at his crotch. “What did you do? I felt something!”

Felixia purrs. “I gave you a little gift. I must be getting soft as I get older, but I am kind of taking a liking to you. I gave you a couple of extra inches, so it will be easier to find it next time you have to use it.”

Duncan gingerly rubs between his legs and confirms that it does seem to be a more substantial package than what he is used to. He is suspicious, though, given the Felechon’s track record for mischief.