Request: From Knight to Kitten.
#17 of Commission
Soft meadows, glittering droplets and a low sun; a perfect start for Giles' time as squire. He carried many items with his mule, following two knights and the clergy aid. The first knight was the clergy, on his way to the holy city to bury his sword and take place within the religion. Ten years of loyal service earned him that. Giles' master was seven years, quite old but as good with a sword as a cow with grass. The aid, well, he's just a cleric that's supposed to supervise the pilgrimage. As for Giles; he was just eighteen and ready to slash his first sword. As they walked, his knight gave advice and all.
"The sword is a part of you. When you sheath it, it is like pulling a glove over your hand: it becomes a little less dangerous. Always shall it strike with strength and accuracy!" Giles nodded, observing the knight as he chopped a few blades of grass away with a sheathed sword. "Nothing is harmless. By god, I defeated an enemy with my cock once. By that I mean both my pet and my genitalia. Just remember that the enemy is never unarmed. Even just a head can fight."
"Sir Galvin, your knowledge is great and mighty, but you have yet to give me a sword." The knight sighed, doing a suiting facepalm.
"Squire Giles, a sword is like a game of cards: know the rules before joining in." Giles nodded again, obediently following. "Still, your heart and instincts are the true source. Your mind can be clouded and confused, while the heart always strikes true. Do not listen to others. If I were to attack you, do not let honour or code stop you from defending yourself."
"Such wise words." With a soft headshake of arrogance, the knight continued.
"One day you will wield a blade. Then, I wish to see only greatness and experience." The squire nodded humbly, following the knight in every step he made.
Nightfall was moderate. The warmth slowly vanished and the sun made place for the moon and his cold, white rays. A small fire made to guard the campsite, combined with loud ramblings and goblets of wine. Doing so, nobody noticed the shadowy figure in the dark, who reached for a large bottle of wine.
"Giles! Get sum' of the water! We're gonna show you something!" Giles followed that order, a bit annoyed by it. He saw sir Galvin with honour, yet when it came to anything other than sharing wisdom, he became cocky and always pushed Giles to his anger. He was sure he was going to receive the water, but resisting a command would be terrible to the knight's code. As he marched through the sloppy mud, the figure revealed a small flask.
"Terrible knights. Thinking a place in the holy city would safeguard them? I'll show them our tendrils spread into the darkest forests, even within the holy city itself! But for now, this man and his ridiculous 'pilgrimage' will have to do. I hope he can stand the 'heat'..." He sniggered as he put a few droplets of from the flask into the wine, before slipping it amongst the bottles.
"Kelvin... Galvin... Sir... pass the bottle around, eh?" The old knight reached for the spiked bottle and took a firm sip, before handing it to his aid, which drank and passed it on.
"Terrible AND foolish knights." The figure sniggered, vanishing into the thick woods.
"When I get to the holy city..." The oldest night got on his feet, holding a goblet and spilling. "I'll swear never to grab a blade again... I'll fill my sheath with wine instead." The loud ramblings of the drunken knights were heard by the squire, who grunted and remarked.
"I'll just stay here until they lose their consciousness. Not that they'll ever notice." Sitting on a rock with the bucket, a hooded figure passed by in the shrubbery.
"The Guild shall be pleased." He heard vaguely.
The knights were drunk, but even that couldn't stop them from noticing slight changes. Ever so, the alcohol seemed to vanish as the spiked wine slowly crept through their veins. Mostly, they felt their age fade into nothingness. Slowly turning younger, they noticed their beards disappearing.
"Look at that!" The oldest knight felt his clean skin, moving his limbs with clean agility. However, this sudden reduction spurt made a large amount of his clothes fall onto the ground. The aid noticed his body jerked around, heat spreading through his body. He fell on the ground, panting and looking around. His quick, jerky movements gave away his anxiety. "What's with you?" The aid crawled forward, revealing his butt and a curious, wet vagina.
"I need sex... someone fuck me..." A strong, mysterious musk oozed from his backside, alluring the two to interfere, but fate struck dear and had already taken their manhood. Slowly, they could catch a glimpse of the organ vanishing into their skin, slowly wrinkling into a moist, meaty hole. Within a few moments, it started to spread the second wave of effects. The aid, smaller than the two knights, showed a preview of their own doom. Her hands shifted to her chest, cushioning and embracing it as it slowly pushed forward. Her waist shrunk, sending all it could to grow breasts. She swallowed, enduring the odd pain of growing like this. They kept growing, slowly leaking milk between his fingers. Her mind turned simple, thinking about instincts. "Mate..." The knights fell, strengthening the smell of pheromones and lust. Galvin looked around, seeing his squire was still not back.
"Maybe Giles can mate..." The knight fell forward, crawling over the soil to feel his chest expand. Slowly, three pairs of breasts grew out of him, from the biggest at the top to the smallest at the bottom. Fur sprouted from his skin, erasing more and more of his humanity. As a cute cat nose formed, she followed her nose more than her eyes. She moaned softly as a trail of milk and mucus followed her. Her brown fur, large ears and developing paws replaced more of what she thought was her body, to her own mind fixing her.
"Stupid knights. Why did they stop? They never pass out this fast." The squire turned around, seeing a brown cat slowly walk forward. It panted and lactated, smelling very alluring and strong.
"Giles..." It spoke quiet. "Please... come... now..." He recognised the shreds of his master's voice in the cat's plead. Seeing her breasts sway by her soft stepping, smelling her strong pheromones, hearing her squishy lips grind together, all too much for a simple squire to resist. The pheromones, like moles it dug into his mind, convincing him he had to do this. He followed her, seeing the oldest knight finish his transformation. "Giles, never doubt your heart." Was the last sensible, or human, thing the brown cat said, before poking her ass up and releasing a fart. The hormones that were still inside mixed with this gas, making the otherwise gross fart an enjoyable whiff of perfume. His nose drew him closer, before sliding over her and dropping his slacks. Her slit moist of cum, dribbling scents and odour, each of which tickled him to go into her. "Yes... mate with me..." The cat purred as his cock slid inside, guiding her heat onto him. As impossible as it might sound, the environment drove him into lust that would only stop if each of the cats was pregnant. There's a word for it, yet he couldn't think of it at all. All his mind could conjure was a simple sequence of going in and out until he came inside her. That he fucked his ex-master seemed as relevant as urge to find out why it happened. His first pulse rocked her, shaking each set of breasts wildly and splattering milk over the logs. "Harder... I need you..." She urged him to press with more strength, go deeper and insure her heat would end. He grabbed for her breasts, searching stability and squeezing them hard. The slapping noise of furry boobs enticed the other two cats to mark their offspring's territory. The white cat sat by a tree, pressing down on her bladder to leave foul smelling urine. This smell worked in on the smell of hormones and pheromones, filling Giles with the strength of dominance. The other, monochrome coloured cat, walked around, leaving a small trace of poop as she settled another place to capture. A large, stinking turd decorated another slice of her future land on which she hoped to prowl.
He was so busy with her he didn't notice her peeing. Even less that the white cat had removed most of his clothes. Not that his mind would prioritise clothing. Instead, he came, filling her fertile insides with human sperm. Nobody knew if it would give birth, but she was sure her heat had ended. She slid from underneath him to sit at the fire and warm her stomach. As she left, a few droplets of urine left her, rejuvenating the exhausted squire. And as soon as he was available, the white cat, the ex-oldest ex-knight came over. Her cunt was moist of urine and mixtures, giving a slight, comforting sting as he forced himself inside her. Despite being a whole different species, their entire situation of heat had a firm grasp over his libido. Her breasts swayed around with each thrust, dancing to a simple rhythm and playing on his senses. He tried to match the rhythm, making his own movements stronger. She enjoyed it, panting in bliss and joy, pushing back against his penis to feel him. He pulverised her insides, smashing in deep enough to feel her uterus filled with life. Her fur ruffled against his chest, warming him in the cold night, which slowly became a frosty one. The sex and the fire warmed him, making the need for fur or clothes obsolete.
"Yes... mate..." The cat moaned between her quick pants. She wanted more, wrapping her tail around his back and tugging slightly. So he went and came.
All three cats filled with sperm, the scents that once strengthened his body to go on vanished, carried by the winds to placed unknown. He was too tired to bother thinking, falling asleep next to his multi-breasted ex-master. The cats drew closer, warming him to insure their future offspring. When a droplet of milk dribbled onto his lips, he started to suckle the brown cat's teats, feeding after a workout like never before.