The laughter was soft and friendly. Sure, Rachel really didn't want jokes on her being involved with Cynthia, partially because there was a part of her that was attracted to Cynthia, but then Rachel had always been a lesbian and found women attractive and after becoming a werecat, some of those things were a lot stronger now. She had control, but she couldn't deny the attraction. And in a way, Cynthia's being friendly to her as a student advisor and being interested in D&D only added to that. Leslie had never been into that and in the back of her mind, that made Cynthia a step up. But she wasn't sure if Cynthia was a were or if she was interested in girls instead of boys, and that was enough for Rachel to keep her control up. Besides, she felt that even if Cynthia wasn't interested in romance, she'd at least be a good friend.
And to a degree, she felt that her siblings and mother also knew that. They just wanted her to be better and better adapt to what she'd become. That was a big part of why they'd moved to Moon Lake, and Rachel accepted that. And while Jasmine may not have liked losing her "boyfriends" in Florida, and Michelle probably didn't like knowing now that Moon Lake didn't have sports programs that she could participate in, to a degree, Rachel also had the sense that Jasmine had no ill intent with her jokes on her being into Cynthia and her mother was no different. In many ways, Rachel had the sense that her mother was looking for any and every possible way to help her daughter, and because she had long accepted that Rachel was a lesbian, and helped her hide that from her father, there was probably some hope on Rachel finding someone and being happy again.
"It's good to see you smile, Rachel," Charlene said with a smile as everyone's laughs died down.
"It's good to smile," Rachel managed, "which to a degree... I've been able to do since we got here... at least more than where we were in Florida. The people here have been friendly and don't mind me being a lesbian, and it would seem they've been friendly to you too."
"They have," Michelle nodded, "I wish they had sports teams I could compete in... but they have been nice. And who knows... maybe they'll be other things that will be nice about being here."
"Hopefully," Charlene commented, "but all of you have school tomorrow and that includes classes in the morning for Rachel. So... it'd be best to get some sleep. I probably won't be too far behind."
There were a few nods as Rachel, Michelle, and Jasmine then made their way upstairs. They then went through the process of getting ready for bed. This included brushing teeth and dropping off the dirty clothes into the appropriate laundry hampers while then putting on their sleepwear. For Rachel, this was more to slip out of her bra and just wear the shirt she wore in the day as a nightshirt. She'd put on a clean shirt in the morning, and the weather in August had been warm enough that it wasn't like she needed something heavier, even in Washington state. From there she climbed into bed. It took a little while to drift off to sleep, and she heard when her mother came up the stairs and went to her room. Though she did drift off to sleep... and dreams soon followed...
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"Rachel!" Leslie's voice echoed through stone halls that looked rather like something out of the Middle Ages or some of the fantasy games that tried to copy elements of the Middle Ages that were in things like what went into the televised cartoons on D&D or in many other sorts of fantasy stories.
It left Rachel nervous and worried as she looked around, seeing a long hallway with armored knight statues holding axes lined it. She backed away and found that she was in her werecat form while wearing a long pink dress. Rachel never envisioned herself ever wearing such a dress, and even her D&D character never wore anything close to it, but for the moment, Leslie's voice echoing through the halls was enough for her to ignore those things. She tried to move away from the voice, but with it echoing through the stone halls it was hard to be sure.
"Rachel... come to me, you know you want to," Leslie's voice echoed again.
"No! You raped me!" Rachel shouted back and ran as fast as her dress would allow, and even reaching down to lift it up enough so that her digitigrade legs could move her.
She eventually came to a large wooden door, with only a large iron ring for the door handle. Rachel pulled on it and made her way into the room on the other side of the door. The room wasn't huge and there were no torches in it, but there was a large window that looked like it had a stained-glass window that looked like the image in the glass was actually of her mother with a male African Lion standing behind her. The window let in enough moonlight that Rachel could make out something that almost looked like an alter with white cloth hanging over it. It was like something out of a church, which only left Rachel confused. None of this was something Rachel expected to see.
"But you wanted it," came Leslie's voice from right behind her.
Rachel turned to see Leslie standing there right behind her, naked and in her werecat form with largely cream fur with the brown mask and forearms, feet, and tail and with her green werecat eyes looking back to Rachel's. The one thing that Rachel noticed that was different was that two blood red horns protruded up and forward from her skull and right before her ears. Behind her back were two black bat wings and at the end of her tail was a scorpion's stinger. It was like Leslie had somehow gained other features and this made Rachel step back further, toward the altar that was in the room.
"And you wore my favorite dress," Leslie smiled, licking her lips and fangs, "that will make what is to come even better."
"Leave me alone!" Rachel hissed back and baring her own feline fangs for the moment. With both of them being werecats, a bite wouldn't be an issue, though Leslie's mutated form seemed to puzzle her a bit.
"Why?" Leslie asked, "you've come here... to me... I..."
Leslie reached out toward Rachel there came a sudden banging on the door that Rachel had earlier pulled to enter. The door was shut again now, but the banging was coming on the other side. It made Leslie stop her advance and both of them had to dive away when massive doors feel inward with Leslie diving toward the south wall of the room while Rachel jumped onto the other side of the altar. She peaked up and over to see Cynthia sitting atop a massive black furred Percheron Horse that was largely black. Underneath the massive horse was an Artic Fox that gave a series of growling yips at Leslie's position. Rachel then found herself captivated by Cynthia at the moment.
Cynthia was wearing white tunic, that looked like it had been altered a bit so that it hung just below her collarbone. And the front of the tunic and curving over the swell of her bosom was the image of a black cat sitting with its head held high with its ears perked and green eyes looking forward. the tunic hung low enough that the lower parts of that were under her belt operated like a bit of a skirt, though Rachel also noted that she wasn't wearing any pants but a set of metal guards at the knees and ankles that had metal guards between that gave a very boot like effect, even though it also left Cynthia showing a bit of thigh. Her feet were hidden in the black leather stirrups that hung from the horse's saddle. On the other side of the horse, Rachel could also see the handle of a long sword with an ornate cat's head metal pommel.
"Here you are you foul witch!" Cynthia spoke firmly and pointed an accusing finger at Leslie, "I should have known you would abduct the princess of the beautiful lands Covia and trying to turn her to your dark obsessions!"
"There is nothing wrong with women loving women!" Leslie vowed.
"There is when the love is not returned and you're forcing it on them!" Cynthia answered, "and I as a Knight of Chattonia and ally of Covia, I will defeat you!"
With that, Cynthia then drew sword, and as Rachel looked at it, it looked like it was as long as Cynthia was tall and had to have some weight to it. Leslie hissed and leaped into the air at Cynthia who only raised the sword light it was a feather. The image of a dice then began to flash on the blade of the sword like it was magic, and then it flashed a high number and stopped on that number. With that, Cynthia then swung the sword and sliced clean through Leslie who seemed to explode like the monsters on Power Rangers. From there, Cynthia then put the sword back in the sheath and looked to Rachel.
"I'm glad you're alright, Princess and I'm sorry I could not have been here sooner," Cynthia said.
"Cynthia?" Rachel asked.
"Lady Cynthia, Knight of Chattonia," Cynthia answered, "at your service."
"This all seems weird," Rachel said slowly as she looked to Cynthia as the horse turned its head to her.
"You really haven't seen weird, yet," the horse said with Michelle's voice, "as Lady Cynthia said, we're sorry we couldn't be here sooner. But someone needed to say goodbye for five minutes to her mate."
"Please, it's not like you didn't want to say goodbye to yours," the fox said in Jasmine's voice.
"Michelle? Jas?" Rachel blurted with wide eyes as she looked to the horse and the fox, "you..."
"Hey, it's your dream," Michelle answered, "it's your subconscious that made me into what horse scientists think is the breed that was the Medieval War Horse... the Percheron and made Rachel into an Arctic Fox."
"A dream," Rachel began.
"Yep, though it's about over," Jasmine answered as she looked up to Rachel.
"What?" Rachel wondered...
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Rachel came back into reality as she heard her alarm clock blaring the background. She looked over to her alarm clock and saw it was 6:01 AM. She reached over and pressed the button that turned the alarm off. She felt rested and even relaxed to a degree, though, she wondered about where all of that came from. Some of it touched on some nightmares she'd had at times while trying to get over the fact that Leslie raped her, but those dreams had all ended up as nightmares where it just happened again. This time, Leslie never got that far with Cynthia coming to her rescue with her sisters as the horse Cynthia rode in on and a fox that was along for the adventure.
"That... was... weird," Rachel said slowly.