As Dave sat on the couch, fear and apprehension filling him from snout to tail as Ashlee pondered what she was going to write for a moment, before the Pen was put to the Paper as she made her wish known to it.
“Prepare yourself.” She stated simply as she slipped the paper and pen under the couch.
Truth be told, had he been able to do so, Dave would have been sweating profusely now. The long minutes she’d spent both thinking about what to do, and then the lengthy command written down left him fearing the worst.
So that fact that nothing was happening to him came as a shock, topped only by what he was witnessing now. Through his slitted eyes, Dave could only watch as a now all-too-familiar event occurred. Her skin changed colour and appeared to be becoming rough, before what Dave recognised as fur sprouted over her body, a tawny-yellow for the most part with white-tan for what would be the underside, throat and lower jaw. Ashlee’s hair was receding into her skull that was reshaping itself, the face pushing forwards into a short muzzle while her ears became more pointed and rose to the top of her head. The long thick tail that snaked out from between her legs mostly tawny-yellow save for a small bit at the tip which matched her underside.
The fact she was becoming some kind of wildcat was now obvious, but what Dave couldn’t quite work out was which one.
Not that he had time left to think about it, as now the final touches were being applied. Her own clothes fading away to nothingness while her frame thickened with muscle, not to the point of over-muscular, but rather a toned athletic build. The last part was the inflation of her breasts, swelling until they were like what Dave had given to Claire following his reduction in their size to make them manageable.
Leaning back with her head well over the armrest and one leg pulled up, the plantigrade heel pressing into her firm rear, Ashlee made what sounded to Dave like a purring noise.
“Well? Cougar. You like it Dear?” Even with her new face, there was no mistaking the smile on it.
“Ah….Ash….Ashlee?” Dave sputtered out, his snout clapping open and shut as he tried to take it all in.
“Is there, a problem?”
“Five minutes. And you do what you….chastised….” Words failed Dave at this point.
Ashlee’s response to this was to pull herself up and move so she was now straddling Dave, pressing her heavy bust into his chest as she stared right into his eyes.
“When you let me know what you’d done, you also alerted me to the likes of those who want that Pen back, and are quite willing to take some, harsh measures, to achieve their goal. So, if I’m going to be sharing the quite hefty risk in this, then I might as well also share in the fun.” She finished with a lick to the side of his face.
Dave, quite understandably, was having trouble processing all of this. From chastising him for his admittedly reckless usage of the Pen, to doing almost the same thing herself. So his not being able to say anything back was a natural act given the circumstances.
“Now. Some questions.” Ashlee began as she now sat herself right next to Dave. “First off, why did you take away all the clothes?”
“Well,” Dave began, trying to find the right words. “After what happened, what I did, to Jenny and Joe, I noticed bits of Joe’s ruined suit laying around my new office. That’s when I made that move, so nobody would raise questions about the…state of their attire. After that…”
“And yet there’s still a fair bit around for them. Some had clothes to speak of, and close to all had some form of footwear on, jewellery, and accessories.” Ashlee cut in, not harshly though.
“Protection with regards to footwear, after all there is a lot on the ground that can really cause problems.” Dave gave the best answer he could. “The accessories and such? Seemed, fine by me.”
“The same applying to coats and the like I take it? Weather protection?” Ashlee worked out herself.
“That it is.”
“And yet, you still had yourself covered on the way back.”
“It was windy out there.” Dave responded. “But, why are you asking all this?”
“Wanting to get a real good idea if what’s been going on.” Ashlee answered as she snuggled up closer. “Like I said, since I’ll be sharing in both the Risk and the Fun, it helps if I know what the, foundations, are.”
“Are, you saying…?” Dave began, but unable to finish his question.
“Yes. But, not tonight. This night is for you and me, and then we can get to work in the morning.” Ashlee concluded as she rose, retrieved the Pen and the Paper, then pulled Dave up with her. “And now, let’s do it.” She made clear her intent as she half-guided, half-pulled Dave into their bedroom.