#feline tf
Just doing some speed TFing based off a prompt. 1200 words in 25 minutes.
Jason flipped through the pages of the mutantur liber while his wife peeked over his shoulder in curiosity. Grace twirled a lock of her long blonde hair as he studied the pages. She knew he was supposed to be working on translating the book for the university, but something about the tome fascinated her. It looked so old and authentic, thick leather binding with burnished clasps and a swirling text that while meaningless to her, he assured her said mutantur liber in Latin. The Changing Book, recovered recently from a tomb uncovered during road construction. It had been sent to the university for study, and he was the one charged with transcribing it. Normally they wouldn’t have let it out of the building, but Jason had earned a lot of trust with the higher ups and they let him work from home on occasion.
Grace studied the Illuminated manuscript, the elaborate lettering and drawing were equally as detailed as the writing must be. “So.. what is this changing book about anyhow jay?”
“H-huh? Oh… well It’s supposed to be a book of arcane ritual practices dating back to the-”
“english please.”
Jason adjusted his glasses and smiled. “It’s a magic book.”
“I knew it! I mean look at this monster, any book that big and old has to be a book of spells.” She laughed and flipped the page to Jason’s dismay as he lost his place. The next page had a diagram of a human and a cat, and below it more Latin. “What’s this page say.”
“Hun, I’m trying to get some work done, I don’t mind you watching but-”
“Dear.” She said with a mocking tone. “You said you would take a break to watch our show at nine and it’s ten thirty, I think you owe me a little fun.”
“Shit… your right… Okay… well, this page is about a ritual to..” He skimmed through the text. “It’s an incantation said to give a person agility, flexibility, gifted sight and… well the powers of a cat.”
“A cat, that sounds kinda cool. Hey, do you think it works?”
“Works? You mean magic?” He laughed a hearty laugh and took his reading glasses off. “I don’t really think magic is real, it’s mostly just superstitious ceremony than sorcery. I tell you what though. I’ll translate the page tonight and you can cast the spell while I’m at work tomorrow, if I come home to a wife with whiskers then I guess it works.”
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Grace woke up the next morning well after 10 AM, Jason had gone to work hours ago and she had drifted back to sleep and overslept since the alarm had already gone off. She slowly got out of bed and stretched with a yawn as she wandered toward the bathroom. She looked herself over in the mirror, she had a cute tussled bedhead look going on, she didn’t feel like showering quite yet though and finished up her morning business and went to sit in the living room. As she sat down on the couch and flicked on the weather she saw a note tapped to the TV.
Hey hun
I’ll be a work a bit late today, but I did manage to translate the page for you, it’s in the study with my books. Hey if you could cook that salmon for dinner today that would be great, I’d love to have dinner ready by the time I get home, maybe we can curl up and watch some TV tonight.
See you latter my kitty <3
Grace clicked the TV off and wandered to the study, rummaging through his stacks of papers until she found his notes. She held the notebook it was written on up and read it. The spell sounded downright simple, a hand gesture and a few words and instant cat. She laughed as she said the words and flicked her wrist just so. This was silly but-
The lights in the room dimmed and Jason’s papers were suddenly caught in a whirlwind. The papers swirled around her and she felt her hair stand up on end as electricity coursed through her. Her vision swam. Hues began to become muted as other objects seemed sharp and in focus. She blinked and tried to stop her world from spinning but as she gripped the desk she didn’t notice the long scratch she left in the wood. She hadn’t seen the claws that were once her fingernails or the light layer of fur growing from them up her hand and on to her arm steadily. She was distracted as a feeling seemed to pull her forward. In the middle of the vortex of notes and electric energy she stretched forward, her spine cracked and popped and a sudden jolt made her cry out as her spine pushed outward and swelled into a long lithe tail. The skin covered appendage quickly grew short blonde hairs of it’s own until it was covered in fur. It lashed behind her as she clenched muscles and felt the power being infused into them.
Grace yowled in pain as she was thrown back from the study and landed in front of the couch. The magical rush of electric power seemed to flip off like a switch. As she pushed herself off the carpet with one arm she saw the study looked pristine as if nothing had happened. She mouthed what the fuck as she slowly came to her senses. She looked herself over and from what she could see though the slightly off colored but highly detailed vision was that she had fur all over her arms and legs, her shirt was being tented by what looked to be a few sets on nipples below her breasts that did not belong there. Her hands looked more like paws at this point… she could feel something under her and when she tried to get it out from under her found that it was a tail, her tail. She was freaking out at this point, had she actually turned into a cat!? She turned to the TV and looked at her reflection in the dark screen. Pointed ears, pointed teeth, short whiskers, her eyes had feline slits, her nose was pink… she looked somewhere between a girl and cat and she felt…
She felt good, oddly good. Better than she had felt in a long time. Her body was lithe and lightly muscled beneath her soft fur, every movement felt finely tuned and smooth, like she was a trained dancer. She felt another yawn overcome her and she stretched out on the floor, her claws needing into the carpet as she did. She looked a the living room clock and saw that eight hours had passed. It was already six and it wouldn’t be more than a few hours til Jason got home. She thought about the salmon fillet in the fridge and had to restrain herself from eating it all before her husband got home.
I’ve noticed a handful of TF artists who have muzzles that look like image #2, figured I’d see if I could lend any expertise on some basics to reach #5
No idea if my tutorial is any good, but hopefully someone finds it useful
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Rereading the lines for the fourth time she clears her throat and prepares to make her wish. As her mouth opens she feels a force compel her, and her words are not the ones she intended. No, they are things she would never say aloud, secret desires. Her eyes went wide as the words left her lips, falling out of her like water held in her hands.
“I.. Wish… I… Was… A… Catgirl..” The words were plucked out of her by the book, she was fully aware, but sounded like she was in a trance.
People knew she loved cats, and a few had even seen her collection of art related to catgirls, but not a soul knew she wished to be one. She had always wanted to have a long fluffy tail and pointed ears covered in fur. She wanted to wear a collar with her name on it and to be able to purr. These were thoughts she thought late at night when she was alone, or when she browsed her computer and had a level of anonymity, never something she would say out loud, where other people could hear. The words had been spoken though, they had left her lips, not of her brains accord, but from her heart, and as hard as she tried to be upset by it, all she felt was joy, a childish glee like Christmas morning. The book was hot to the touch, it’s pages luminous even in the bright sterile light of the library. She felt her skin buzz as energy flowed up her arms and down her body, emanating from the book she couldn’t let go of if she wanted to.
Her hair standing up, the electric rush sent shivers down her spine and she felt it twitch and arch oddly. Her arms felt like she was holding live wires, the electric tingle was keeping her hands immobile. She watched as more and more hairs seemed to sprout from her forearms, growing into a thin layer of fluffy orange brown fur. The electricity continued to low up her arms, traveling up until her head buzzed fiercely. She felt a pinching feeling, like someone had hold of her ears and if she had been able to let go of the book she surly would have felt the strangle pointed shape and angle as they shifted up her head. The ears were lightly furred like her arm now, and the two orange pointed shapes parting her long blonde hair looked just like those of a cat.
She could feel it, feel herself actually turning into a cat, a catgirl, just like the ones she liked to look at. A rush of emotions filled her, she could feel the start of a small tail lifting her skirt up and she cursed herself for not wearing panties today. She had a tail… this… was awesome. She didn’t care if anyone saw, if everyone knew she was into catgirls, she didn’t even care that they would easily see her ass and maybe even her pussy at the right angle. The further the changes went the more excited she was, the more she tried to will them on. She wished she could run her hands down her furry thighs, wished she could tug on the fluffy tail that was growing longer by the second, wished she could grip her thick ass and-
She realized her hips and ass were swelling, growing more pronounced until her skirt was a little tight around her waist. It covered even less now, but she didn’t care, her butt felt so large, so plush, she couldn’t only imagine how much it would jiggle when she moved and the thought made her wish her hands were free even more. If only she could let go of the book for a moment she could take care of the building heat that was distracting her from just how good it felt to have the magic inside her.
It felt so good that she was worried she was going to cause a scene if it went on any longer, she wasn’t sure how long she could resist how good it felt without succumbing to pleasure. The magic energy seemed to sputter and wane, the warm pleasure became a dull glow and even though she didn’t want it to turn her all the way into a cat, she missed the feeling of the books power. Her hands suddenly came free and she stumbled back, leaning against a nearby table for support. Her breath was ragged and she couldn’t help but give a grin that exposed pointed teeth. She couldn’t believe it, she really was a… cat, a catgirl, with a rather thick backside. She rubbed her ass, feeling how big and soft it was, light fur dusting it’s sides. She could hardly believe that she was out in public, looking as feline as she did human, and rubbing her thick cheeks, but it was real, and it felt great…
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It had been a rough morning and all she wanted to do was go back to bed. She tried to entertain herself with some daytime television, but boredom overtook her and she soon fell asleep on the sofa. a few hours passed and she had strange dreams until she eventually awoke. After her an afternoon nap in the sun she felt the urge to stretch out. She leaned down off of her couch, arching her back and kneading her hands into the shag rug. She felt much better after a little sleep, all she needed was a little cat-nap…
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