"Have you been wondering why your owners' cat is so determined to mate with you, even when you're not in heat?" Anya asked. Princess thought for a moment. That was rather odd, now that she considered it. "Maurice is no more a cat than you are. He is a witch taking another form."
"It took me so long to find you because Maurice covered my magic with his own," Anya continued. "The rebels somehow figured out what had happened to you and sent in a witch of their own to keep you from retaking the throne. Every time he forces himself upon you, he strengthens the transformation spell. He uses his own magic to ensure you are unable to resist him."
Princess stared in shock at Anya. Somehow, it made sense. Every time she and Maurice had bred, she hadn't wanted to. But she never even tried to stop him. She didn't claw, hiss, or run. She just took it.
"Thankfully, his magic is crude and weak, so I can reverse his strengthening of the transformation. In fact, I highly doubt he'll even notice it weakening. I'll be able to return you to your proper self even if he continues to force himself upon you, but it will take longer. If you can, try to avoid him as much as possible."
Princess nodded. She was more than happy to avoid Maurice, especially now that she knew who he truly was.
"Excellent, my prince." Anya kissed the top of Princess's head. "I will slowly reverse the transformation from afar. When you can return to normal, your amulet will glow, allowing you time to leave and transform without being spotted. I will sense the transformation and seek you out."
"Sadly, I must leave now," Anya sighed. "I can't risk Maurice or any other rebel recognizing me. Stay strong, my prince."
With that, Anya left. Princess sat on the floor, her tail twitching, unborn kittens squirming impatiently. She wished she could have asked Anya about her pregnancy. But Anya was an amazing witch. Surely she had noticed Princess was pregnant and was taking it into account while she slowly removed the spell.
Right?