I hated to not watch them drag Brittain away, but I did not want to lose track of the other girls either. Watching Brit had been more fun than I expected. When they finally stopped running in order to compose themselves, they stopped outside the panther pen. They were talking animatedly about everything that had just happened to "poor Brit." I could hear only a little of it. But what I did notice right away was the way they were standing.
Three of them had their backs to the enclosure while only one was left to catch a glimpse of the big black cat. Everyone at school swore that Kelly was gothic and easier than a blow up doll. The truth of the situation that only her best friends knew was that she was very moral and a virgin. I knew because I had made some lewd comments a few weeks back that I did not think she would mind. She did.
Physically she was the opposite of Brittain -- pale, thin, tall (5'7"ish), pert but small breasts. What I really liked was her cute little face and her long straight black hair.
I dared not get too close to them, but as I watched the conversation it was obvious she was less and less a part of it. When she moved toward the barrier of the pen, the others freaked anew. They put hands on her shoulders and asked what she was doing. Then Kelly began to undress. She pushed her pants to mid-thigh before the others caught her by the arms. A tumultuous scene occurred between her and the friends trying to help her, but each time an arm came free it was pushing at her pants or tearing at her shirt. Eventually she threw a large piece of t-shirt out of the melee and I heard her scream, "But I need it to fuck me!"
Her friends dropped her in shock of what she had just said. Before they could recover her new vagina was leading her to the big cat. She discarded clothing as she went. Her scent made the beast tame and wild at the same time. When she went naked to all fours, it came around behind her. It was her first time.
She screamed when he pushed into her, and I felt terrible. I knew her transformation at this point might need to go all the way. No one should have to live with that memory.
I walked up to the girls like a dumbfounded spectator, "Oh my god, is that Kelly?" They sobbed on my shoulder and watched their friend be lost to them. Her feet shifted and elongated. Her knees came up off the ground as her legs shortened. Soon the panther was slamming home between Kelly's haunches. Her arms transformed slowly to front legs, and she came for the first time. I let the change continue as her breasts and hair receded into her body, disappearing away to nothing. The tiny features of her face were already a bit feline, but now they were more so.
The big cat came and dismounted. I was terrified for Kelly because the change wasn't complete. She was still covered in skin and didn't have a tail. The look on her face was sheer terror as she looked to me and her friends. To my relief the panther started on her again. Fur began at her paws and slowly crept up her four legs. Her head shrank and rounded as her shoulders and hips narrowed. Pointy ears set up on the top of her head and the fur finished clothing her. She came moaning a second time, and we heard her voice for the last time. As the panther came a second time, she roared. When he finally dismounted, her tail stuck out behind her.
"We should get back to the bus, y'all. We can't do anything for her." The girls were hysterical, and I wrapped my arms around two of them as we headed toward the main gate.