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Pretty Kitty [Anthro Cheetah Girl TG]
🕑 Added 2024-11-19 20:00:09 +0000 UTCCommissioned by SpiralTrance
Aaron had been looking forward to going to this Halloween party. But when his magical girlfriend turns him into an anthro cheetah woman as a joke, he realises that maybe the relationship isn't worth it. Luckily, the party has plenty of men he can make the most of his new body with.
~
Halloween had always been Aaron’s favourite time of year. Maybe it was immature, but the idea of having an excuse to dress up, get drunk and hang out with all his friends late at night had never lost its appeal. This year, Jacob was hosting the party and had told people to go all out with the costumes. He was excited to be able to go all in without people thinking he was weird for once. It had always felt like such a waste to go to a Halloween party in a cheap mask that got taken off five minutes after arriving. He and his girlfriend, Vanessa, had decided to go in a couple’s costume, and the idea of going as a hunter and a cheetah sounded perfect. Vanessa had suggested it, and Aaron was more than happy to lean into the role of the macho hunter, wearing a rugged, outdoorsy outfit complete with a fake rifle and camouflage.
He imagined himself as this brave, primal figure, and the thought of Vanessa by his side in a sleek cheetah costume made it even better. He hoped it was one of those skin-tight bodysuits or even better yet, maybe just furry lingerie. That’s what most women did these days, fancy underwear disguised as an animal costume. Anything was possible with Vanessa, thanks to her magic. Witches were rare these days, so when his girlfriend had revealed her powers to him a few months into dating, he’d been gobsmacked and excited.
He stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the khaki vest he had bought specifically for the occasion. He could almost feel the confident grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. Everything was set. He had even grown a little stubble to add to the effect; he looked like he’d stepped out of the pages of an imperial adventure novel.
Vanessa, however, had been in the other room for the last twenty minutes, preparing her costume in secret. Aaron chuckled to himself, imagining how amazing she'd look as a cheetah—wild, fierce, and sleek.
"Hey, babe, are you ready?" he called out, glancing at his watch.
They were going to be fashionably late, but he didn’t mind. Secretly, he was hoping to make an entrance. When he walked in looking this way, with Vanessa on his arm, he was going to be the envy of every guy at the party.
“I’m ready!”
Aaron grinned, bracing himself for the big reveal. But when Vanessa stepped into the room, his grin faltered. She wasn’t in a cheetah costume. She wasn’t sleek or wild or sexy. She wasn’t anything he had expected.
Vanessa stood there, grinning proudly in a hunter’s outfit that was even more detailed than his own. Her long, beautiful bronze hair fell down her shoulders in waves, and her red lips turned into a wide smile. She wore a fitted jacket, tall boots, and a cap that sat jauntily on her head. She had even gone so far as to put on a little face paint, a couple of dark streaks beneath her eyes for effect. In her hand, she held a toy rifle that was nearly identical to his. Except she’d clearly used magic to make it look more realistic than his plastic one.
"Surprise!" she said, beaming.
Aaron blinked, confused.
The whole fantasy of their dynamic, him as the strong, protective hunter and her as the sleek, elusive prey, was crumbling right in front of him.
“Wait…you wanted me to be the cheetah?”
"Of course!" Vanessa grinned as if this was the most obvious thing in the world. "You’d look adorable. Plus, it’ll be hilarious!"
"Adorable?" Aaron baulked. That was the last thing a guy wanted to be!
His face flushed as he tried to picture himself walking around the party with spots and a tail.
"I can't do that! Besides, I already bought all this hunter stuff!"
"Oh, come on, Aaron!" Vanessa cut him off, crossing her arms. "It's Halloween! You're supposed to have fun with it. Who cares about being all macho? This will be so much better."
"Better how? Besides, I don’t have a cheetah costume.”
“That’s fine, I can use my magic to make you into a real cheetah for the night!”
“But…but…”
“Come on.” Vanessa pouted. “You said I could choose the costumes.”
“I really don’t think-”
“Ugh, you really are no fun! I don’t know why I let you talk me out of breaking up when we clearly aren’t a good match.”
Aaron swallowed, feeling the pressure rise. He tried to find a way to argue, to wiggle out of this embarrassing situation, but Vanessa wasn’t budging. She stood firm, her eyes daring him to say no. She’d walk out for sure if he did, and there was no way he’d ever find a girlfriend as hot as her again.
"I just—it's a little... embarrassing, don’t you think?"
"Embarrassing?" Vanessa scoffed. "So what, your pride matters more to you than me? Your girlfriend’s happiness?."
He groaned inwardly. The thought of all their friends seeing him like that, all the jokes they’d make. He imagined walking into the party, everyone staring, laughing, taking pictures of him. Vanessa walked up and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Pretty please, babe?”
She used that voice that got to him every time. Aaron sighed, feeling himself cave in. Vanessa had this way of getting what she wanted, especially when she turned on the charm.
"Fine," he muttered.
“Thanks, babe! You’re the best.” She grinned. “Now stand still while I focus, I have only used this spell once before…”
That didn’t exactly fill him with confidence. He’d only just agreed and he was already regretting it as Vanessa reached out a hand and began to mutter under her breath. A soft ball of light appeared in her hand, and tiny motes danced off it. They floated through the air until they surrounded him, bobbing and weaving, and then all of a sudden, they all flew straight into him. They moved so fast that Aaron winced, expecting to feel some sort of collision, but there was nothing but a brief burst of warmth across his skin. Then…nothing.
“Did it not work?” He asked, a little too hopefully.
“Just give it a moment…”
Aaron tensed, but after almost a full minute, he began to hope the spell had fizzled. No such luck. He opened his mouth to say they may as well go as an adventuring couple when suddenly, there was a strange pressure at the base of his spine. The pressure continued to build, and Aaron groaned, bending over slightly as he felt his centre of gravity shifting.
“Vanessa…this f-feels really weird!”
His hips bucked against his will, almost trying to push the pressure out. His legs cracked slightly as the bones changed shape, his feet stretched, and his nails grew, leaving Aaron no choice but to fall to his knees.
“Ow! Uh, uuuuuhhhh…”
His hips continued to buck up and down, pushing that pressure as it grew until, finally, he felt his spine beginning to elongate, growing out into a long, swishing tail that was instantly covered in a thick sheen of golden fur.
“Oh God…Oh God, it’s working hgnnn!”
Aaron reached up to cup his burning ears and felt them shifting along his skull, moving to the top of his head and growing round and furry. Aaron's hand trembled as he pulled it away from his head, only to find it no longer human. Fur sprouted rapidly across his fingers, reshaping them into paws, the transformation creeping up his arms like wildfire. Every inch of skin tingled, alive with the prickling sensation of fur spreading across his body. The fur wasn’t the only hair growing either; his skull buzzed and burned as his dark hair shot down his shoulders, changing colour as it grew. He grabbed a handful and pulled it before his eyes: red. Long red tresses continued to spill forth and slip through his fingers while he could only stare in shock.
Aaron’s mouth fell open, and he gasped as his canines sharpened, he could feel his mouth changing shape too, becoming more cat-like. He took solace in knowing things would be over soon; there couldn’t be much more to change. But then his hips bucked involuntarily again, only this time, instead of his tail growing, it was his butt. His hips thrust again, and his ass continued to grow in size.
“W-what’s happening!?” he cried, trying to stop his body from betraying him.
Each time his hips moved, they seemed to widen, and his ass got plumper, more peachy, more feminine. When he started to feel his cock tingle, though, that was when he knew something was very wrong.
“Vanessa, I think something is wrong!”
His pants ripple across his ass, revealing his new curves to his girlfriend, who blinked in surprise.
“Oh, I guess it works the same regardless of sex…I’ve only ever done this spell on a girl. So I guess it’s making you look like one…”
“What!?”
His cry changed pitch halfway through as his balls suddenly seemed to vanish, along with his penis. For a few seconds, he was totally smooth, save the fur, and then, two wet folds opened up, and he shivered.
“Oh God, I have a pussy!”
His voice was different, too, there was a strange reverb to it, like a purr, and it was much higher and feminine to suit his new butt. His chest was heaving now, growing heavier.
“Oh no!”
He got to his knees just in time to watch his shirt burst open, sending the buttons flying as two furry breasts formed on his chest. His clawed hands cupped both the breasts, almost hoping they could be squashed back into him, but it was no use. Aaron could feel his nipples buried under the silky fur. Aaron looked down at the tatters of his costume in dismay; only a few minutes ago, he’d been posing proudly, but now it was ruined. And so was he! With a wobble, he got to his feet, awkwardly trying to balance on his digitigrade legs.
“Look at you…” Vanessa gasped, hand over her mouth. “You look…great!”
“G-great!?” Aaron cried. “I’ve got tits! And a tail!”
“Okay, the breasts were an accident, but the rest of your look is incredible! We’ll make such a great couple!”
“You’ve got to be joking, I can't go to the party like this!”
Vanessa pouted and rolled her eyes.
“I just used a lot of magic to transform you for the night, and all you can do is complain?”
Aaron’s mouth opened and closed a few times in shock; was she seriously annoyed at him right now?
“I agreed to be a cheetah, not a woman!”
“Oh, come on, it’ll be funny! Everybody will see what a good sport you are.”
“They’ll see me as a freak…or seriously whipped…” He muttered, and suddenly, Vaennesa was right in front of him, eyes boring into his soul, filled with red-hot rage.
“What was that?” She hissed.
“N-nothing.”
Her eyes narrowed.
“That’s what I thought.”She said before the fury dissipated in an instant and she was back to her normal self. “Anyway, we’d better get going! We don’t want to be late!”
Secretly, Aaron wished for bad traffic. He’d love to be late, so late that the party was over and they could just come home. Vanessa stripped off the last of his clothing, leaving him naked, modesty provided only by his fur.
“Can't you use magic to at least make me a male cheetah?”
“Nope. Sorry, I used too much. It’ll take too long to rejuvenate. But don’t worry, I can turn you back into your normal self tomorrow morning.” Her smile suddenly turned cold. “If you don’t ruin my night, of course.”
Aaron swallowed; maybe it would have been better if they broke up. Vanessa may have been hot as hell but he was starting to realise she was also more than a little psychotic!
“Course I won't ruin the night, you know me! I love Halloween!” Aaron laughed nervously, he couldn’t get used to his new voice. It sounded so strange. Strange enough that maybe people wouldn’t even recognise him. He could only hope.
“Good!” Vanessa smiled. “Then let’s get going!”
She gave him a quick pat on the head, eliciting pleasure and confusion in him before they made their way to the front door. On the way, Aaron passed the floor-length mirror in the hall, and he froze, taking in his new appearance. He was everything he’d imagined Vanessa would be tonight: sleek, sexy, even a touch wild-looking. His nails were now sharp claws, his face a mix of feline and human, his gentle curves were supported and decorated by that shiny patterned fur. It looked so different he couldn’t help but feel his stomach stir in arousal. He had to take a moment to remind himself that he was looking at his reflection, not a woman.
“See? Didn't I tell you? You look fabulous, babe!” Vaennsa grinned, squeezing his shoulders. Aaron forced himself to smile and nod.
He just had to get through this party without pissing her off; then, tomorrow he could get turned back, break up with her and run fast and far. Till then, he’d just have to deal with it.
~
The music was blaring loud enough that Aaron could feel the bass in the pads of his feet as they walked up the street toward Jacob’s house. Colourful lights shone through the half-covered windows, and the air smelt like that distinct mixture of fall leaves and sugar syrup that permeated the air on Halloween night. More than once, they were stopped so that people could compliment his outfit. A few even expressed jealousy that they didn’t know a witch to transform them for the occasion. Aaron forced himself to smile and agree all while secretly envying their cheap Walmart costumes. He’d take them over this any day.
His heart was full of dread as he approached Jacob’s place. The party was in full swing, and it seemed like Jacob had opened the invitation to just about anybody because the place was packed. So packed they didn’t even have to knock; the door was open, and people were coming and going at a rapid pace. A tentative part of him hoped that would mean they wouldn't be noticed, but of course, he had no such luck. The second they walked in, heads turned; some with awe, some with jealousy, and for the first time Aaron was glad for his fur; it hid the full body blush spreading over his skin.
As they stepped inside, he tugged awkwardly at his fur, trying to cover himself up, but there wasn't much left to the imagination.
“Vanessa!” Jacob cried, “There you are, and who is this lovely lady?”
Aaron wanted to curl up in a corner and die of embarrassment. Hearing his college mate call him a lovely lady with utter sincerity and a flirtatious smile was humiliating.
“It’s Aaron, silly! I used my magic to change him, isn't he grand?” Vanessa grinned.
So much for people not knowing it was him. Jacob’s mouth hung open in shock and a small amount of disgust crossed his features. Obviously, coming to terms with the fact the sexy, anthro woman before him was his friend.
“Aaron, is that you?” He gaped. Aaron nodded and forced himself to smile.
“Y-yeah. Vanessa’s magic sure is something, isn’t it.”
Aaron’s cheeks burned as more people turned to look, whispering to each other, and they looked him up and down like a piece of meat.
“It’s uh…it’s a choice. I am sure you’ll catch plenty of eyes.”
"Yeah, yeah," Aaron muttered, shifting his weight as he adjusted the tail that had somehow gotten stuck under his leg.
“I’m going to get punch. Make sure to show off as much as possible!” Vanessa grinned, walking off through the crowd, looking cool as a cucumber in her costume.
"You’re a brave man," Jacob said, slapping Aaron on the back. "Or a very whipped one."
The comment made a few nearby partygoers laugh, and Aaron could feel the heat rising in his face. He plastered on a grin, trying to play it cool, but inside, he was cringing hard. He moved further into the party, and every new person seemed to have the same reaction. There were wide-eyed stares followed by giggles or outright laughter as the news reached them that it was actually a guy walking around as a cheetah. A few people were kind enough to compliment him on his “dedication,” but most just found it hilarious that he’d even agreed to it. A group of Vanessa’s friends, standing by the snack table, burst into laughter the second they saw him.
“Oh my God, Aaron, you look so cute!” one of them squealed, pulling out her phone. “I need a picture of this!”
Before he could protest, she was already snapping away. Aaron grimaced, instinctively covering his face.
“Oh, come on! It’s too good!” she insisted, barely able to hold back her laughter as she captured more shots. “You’re gonna be Instagram famous.”
The woman reached out and ran her hand over his head of red hair, patting him like a cat. Before he could stop it, a purr rumbled through his throat. He shut it down quickly and stepped away, only to have Vanessa catch his arm.
“He’s just shy, he loves it. Don't you, babe?” Vanessa grinned, eyes cold.
“Yeah, it’s great,” Aaron muttered, trying to slink behind Vanessa, but it was useless. She was loving every second of it, basking in the attention. Every time someone made a comment, she would beam proudly as if she had won some kind of prize. His tail twitched and his ears flicked back and forth in irritation; new animal instincts taking over despite his best efforts.
All Aaron wanted to do was melt into a corner, but Vanessa dragged him onto the dance floor. That’s when the real humiliation hit its peak. She twirled around him, pretending to “hunt” him while the other guests laughed and cheered them on. Aaron had no choice but to go along with it, his paws waving awkwardly as Vanessa circled him with exaggerated predatory movements. Each movement made his unsupported breasts bounce awkwardly. He could feel his hips swaying from side to side and his long hair tickling his shoulders. There was no way to forget what he was.
“Run, cheetah, run!” someone shouted, and Aaron’s face flushed so hard he was sure it was visible even in the dim party lighting.
Finally, it seemed that Vanessa was satisfied. She’d gotten her laughs and admiration and went off to join her friends, leaving Aaron alone in the middle of the room, feeling uncomfortable and humiliated. His tail flicked from side to side and with a cat-like hiss, he stormed off, down the hall. The party had spilled from the main living area to every room in the house. He recognised a handful of faces, but mostly the partygoers were plus ones or even just people who’d wandered in off the street.
Aaron wanted to find a nice dark corner to disappear into, but his new animal instincts didn’t let him. His legs felt almost itchy; they needed to run, to move. It seemed that the transformation had changed him more than just physically.
“Wonderful…” He hissed.
He stalked through the party, trying to burn the energy that hummed in his veins. His eyes burned slightly as he walked; this was the worst Halloween ever. He’d been so looking forward to tonight, and his bitch of a girlfriend had ruined it. Why did he even agree to this? It was so obvious now that all Vanessa really wanted was to humiliate him. To what end, Aaron had no idea. And to add to the indignity, he couldn’t even break up with her until tomorrow, or he’d end up stuck like this forever. Without realising it, he picked up speed, walking through the house faster and faster without any clear direction. His eyes burned, and then all of a sudden, he slammed into something warm and found himself toppling to the ground. Only, instead of hard floorboards, Aaron found himself laying on something warm and solid: a chest. A broad, muscular chest, in fact. One that was pressing against his new breasts in a way that was far more pleasing than he ever wanted to admit.
“Hey, are you okay?”
Aaron blinked; he’d been so distracted by how nice it felt to be pressed against a warm body that he didn't even think about whose warm body it was. He looked up and realised his face was less than an inch away from a stranger. A handsome man around his own age with warm brown hair and green eyes that were wide in surprise.
“Uh, yeah. I’m fine!”
The fact that he was, technically, totally naked right now suddenly made this position feel a lot more scandalous. Against his will, his body responded, nippled hardening and pussy turning moist. He scrambled back, trying to get to his feet and wobbling again. He still wasn't used to his new legs, and they sent him tumbling right back against the man as he sat up. He laughed and gently wrapped an arm around Aaron’s shoulder.
“Hey, relax. I’m not going to yell at you for running into me.” He grinned. “Accidents happen…hey, are you crying?”
“No!”
Arron shot back and swiped at his eyes in embarrassment. To add to his shame, his paws curled across his face, cleaning it like a cat.
“Oh, uh s-sorry, I don’t normally…it’s this costume it makes me a bit more…”
“Like an actual cheetah?”
“Apparently.”
For some reason, that made him giggle. The sound was light, and after such a stressful few hours, it felt nice to release some of that energy. The laugh took on a rumble, a sound somewhere between a cat's purr and a normal woman's.
“Hey, for what it’s worth, I love your costume. You don’t see magic outfits often.” The man said. “I’m Rich.”
“I’m…you know what? Just call me Cheetah.” Aaron blushed. There was no way he wanted to tell this handsome stranger he was really a guy.
“Okay! That’s fun. So Cheetah…should we get off the floor?”
Aaron suddenly realised they were still sitting in the middle of the hallway. People pushed past them and rolled their eyes, clearly thinking they were just another drunk couple. Rich got to his feet and offered Aaron a hand, which he took, wobbling to his feet. His heart was starting to hammer slightly, and that strange warmth that bloomed in his stomach hadn't gone away. They walked together out into the garden, where there were fewer people, and Rich sat down on the grass, patting a spot beside him.
“So…did you want to talk about why you were crying?” He asked, offering a cup of punch he’d grabbed on the way.
“Just… embarrassed. This costume isn't exactly what I had in mind,” Aaron replied. “I was hoping to relax tonight. But…yeah, this happened instead.”
He took the cup gratefully, taking a second to figure out the best way to hold it with his half hand, half paw, and downed the drink, feeling the alcohol burn his throat. As he placed the plastic down on the grass, Rich’s hand reached out and took his hand gently.
“Here, this is something I did to my cat when it was stressed out. Maybe it’ll help you since you’re all feline now.”
The man pressed his finger and thumb between the little beans of Aaron’s paws and massaged the skin there. Before he could stop it, Aaron gave a little sigh of relief.
“Oh…that feels nice…”
Rich continued to massage them, moving down to the pads of Aaron’s feet and doing the same thing. Aaron tried to be normal about it, but it just felt so lovely and relaxing he couldn’t help but purr. The rumble moved through his chest, making his breasts tingle with the subtle movement. His nipples started to harden and poke through the fur. Something that didn't escape Rich’s notice.
“S-sorry, this is so embarrassing.” Aaron sighed.
“Don’t be…” Rich whispered. “Did you want me to stop?”
“No…”
Rich's fingers trailed along his arm, sending tingles through his body. His touch was gentle and soothing, like a warm breeze on a summer day. After all of Vanessa’s harshness, it felt all the softer and more pleasurable.
"You're like a beautiful wild cat," he murmured, his eyes fixed on Aaron. "Let me help you relax."
Rich began to pet him as he spoke, his fingers moving in slow, rhythmic strokes. He started from Aaron’s shoulders, gently massaging the tension away, then down his arms, the touch sending sparks of pleasure through his body. Aaron closed his eyes, savouring the sensation, feeling his worries melt away. The fur between his legs began to darken with moisture.
Rich's hands moved to his ears, gently rubbing the soft fur, and then to his cheeks, caressing Aaron’s face. Aaron purred softly, a sound that seemed to encourage Rich to continue. With that, he leaned in and gently nibbled on his earlobe, sending shivers down his spine.
Aaron's breath quickened as Rich's lips trailed down his neck, his hands now stroking his thighs. His touch was electric, and Aaron arched his back slightly, inviting him to explore further. He knew he should stop; he didn’t want to go too far but it had been so long since Vanessa had touched him so lovingly. She was a selfish lover, now, Aaron was drawing in affection and it was intoxicating.
Rich's fingers teased his inner thighs, inching closer to his core. Aaron's breath caught as he felt a soft touch on the sensitive skin of his new pussy. He gently stroked his folds, his fingers slick in seconds.
"You're so wet, Cheetah," he whispered.
Aaron’s mouth let out a sound that was somewhere between a meow and a moan.
Rich slipped a finger inside him, slowly at first, then adding another, stretching his tight hole. Aaron gasped, his hips moving in rhythm with the fingers. Rich’s touch was exquisite, and he felt an orgasm building. Rich's thumb found his clit, and he began to rub it in slow circles, his fingers still working his pussy. Aaron's breath came in short gasps as the pleasure spiralled higher.
"Oh yes, right there," he moaned, his hands gripping Rich’s shoulders.
Rich increased the pace, his fingers fucking him with urgency now. Aaron's body tensed, and with a loud cry, he came, pussy convulsing around his fingers. He lets out a short, sharp, roaring sound, it was primal and animalistic. Waves of pleasure washed over him, leaving him breathless and spent. His tongue lolled out of his mouth as he panted like an animal, and Aaron watched as Rich pulled back and stared at it hungrily.
“I’d love to know how that feels…” He whispered.
Aaron was still horny despite his orgasm, and some strange animal instinct was coming over him. He felt like he was in heat, and in that moment, strange as it was, all he wanted was to taste the man in front of him.
His clawed fingers reached for Rich’s belt and unbuckled it with ease as the man got to his feet. With a grin, Rich pulled out his hot length, already hard and beaded with precum. A little voice in the back of Aaron’s mind told him to stop, but he was a slave to his new animal desires and surged forward instead. His tongue licked at the tip, taking that salty drop of precum and swirling around the sensitive head. He’d never given a blow job in his life but Aaron found it oddly intuitive, especially when Rich’s hand came to cup the top of his head, stroking his red hair. Each touch sent a wave of pleasure through him; the praise was addicting.
Slowly, he began to bob up and down the length. Pressing his sensitive nose into the curly, musky hair between Rich’s legs. The tip of his cock brushed the back of his throat, but Aaron didn't gag. If anything, the sensation egged him on. Aaron gripped Rich’s tight ass and used it to push himself forward faster and harder. The grip on his hair tightened, and he felt the man’s balls slapping his chin. It was electric, wild, and addicting.
Then, Rich began to groan, his balls tightened, and Aaron knew he was about to cum. He pulled away at the last second, mouth open and eyes wide.
“Yes! Feed the kitty!” He mewled, and a moment later, hot cum was spilling over his face. It coated his tongue and chin. The salty liquid dripped down his throat and seeped into his fur. Aaron had never felt so turned on his life. Rich moaned in delight as he finally finished, and Aaron began to slowly lick the cum out of his fur as much as possible. It tasted so good.
“Wow, Cheetah, that was something else.” Rich moaned. “I wish I could go again!”
So did Aaron, actually. His sharp eyes darted about the garden. It was quiet. If anybody had come out and seen them, they hadn’t said anything. But the house was still packed full of people, especially drunk men wanting to score with a hot woman. He was going to break up with Vanessa tomorrow anyway, may as well use this body for as much fun as he could.
