Thread: The wish (DTH and Kiyanayu)

She was a lost cat, she was. That furry slender creature on Andrew's lap had been bred from a ragdoll and a tabby to be sold at a pet shop. She had then known nothing but the cage she had been kept in, the food she was fed, and the bare white walls of the backroom she and all the other animals would be stored in when the shop closed. She had her siblings with her and the caretakers were not so cruel as to hurt her so she was not so afraid, but being locked up took the colorful things of life away. A cage was too small for a litter of four, and it was natural for a kitten to want to explore. Of course, being an animal, she had no idea about the freedom she lost, but her instincts did make her yearn for the wild. She wanted to run and chase the small creatures that scuttled around the corners. She wanted to pounce on something live for her food. Those were instincts that rusted with her aging. As she grew up, the chances of her being sold decreased. Not many humans preferred cats over dogs, and older animals did not induce the same urge for buying. Her siblings had been sold already, but it was too late for her. She was decked for breeding, and she did not know it. but she did know that she was being taken to another place when her cage had been lifted up and set on top of a carrier truck. A time went by when all she felt were the vibrations and the occasional jumps of the truck, and later she would notice that her cage was moving more loosely. Not long after, her cage tilted and she was rolling over a rough landscape and onto safe and solid ground. With body aches and a jarred brain, the cat shook her head and noticed that her cage was open. And that was when Andrew had picked the cat up, soon after she left her cage for a little exploring. She had been hungry and there was no food around when her savior came around the corner and spotted her. He had offered her a bit of meat, which she gratefully accepted and for which she brushed her head against his hand as a mark that he had fed her. What she had thought would be a short encounter, however, lasted longer as she was picked up. He carried her home, talking about things she did not understand. She knew he was depressed, however, and she nuzzled his chest to try to comfort him. It did little to comfort him then there were some burdens that animals could not take off their owners' shoulders. But his silent calls for company kept drawing her in everytime she felt his depression, she would always attract his attention. It was another one of those moments when her owner would sit idly and pet her to pass the time. She would lay on his lap, then, to relax under his large hands. She had also gotten used to him speaking again, although she never understood what he said she had yet to learn from classical conditioning. The innocent cat, however, was clueless as to what would happen to her in a while. All she knew that moment was that she was being given her new master's full attention. It was a little while after Andrew had said his wish, but gradually the cat's figure transformed. Her fur sank into her skin, but that on her head lengthened to become black hair that ended at her hips. Paws turned into hands and feet, and limbs into arms and legs. She grew heavier by the second, until her growth stopped to a height of 5'5. Bare naked on his lap, it was only then did she understand what her owner's last words meant. The cat turned onto her back to stare up at her master to reveal grayish blue eyes. She grinned coyly up at him. I want your attention, Master, she sat up and licked his lips. Plump breasts squeezed against his chest and a round, firm ass snuggly molded into his lap. Because you''ve been so gentle to me.