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Jason was awoken by a yowl. He turned over sleepily to see where it had come from. His eyes shot open when he saw the strange white cat with chocolate splotches in the bed next to him. "Who are you?!" his voice came out in a high pithed squeal and he stopped, reaching up a hand to rub his throat.

"I'm the one who should be asking that! You're in my apartment!" she hissed.

He started at her in confusion, "What are you talking about? This is Ellie's house!" He blanched, and his voice shook, "What have you done with her?"

"I am her, you dolt! Who in Tartarus are-" she paused as if realizing something. "Jason?!" she gasped. "But how?! How can you be a rabbit?!"

"I'm a rabbit?" he asked nervously. He ran his hands up over his long ears, opened his mouth to run his tongue over his large incisors, and peered behind him at his brown and white scut. "I'm a rabbit," he repeated, bewildered. He studied her: white with brown splotches, brown eyes--unusual in a cat--, and a black spot under her nose. "Ellie?"

She nodded.

"You're a cat," he murmured, still confused.

The cat felt her pointy ears and sharp fangs and peaked at her long tail, "Seems so."

"How did this happen?!" he wailed, distraught.

Ellie reached across the bed to gently grasp his hand. "Whatever has happened, we'll figure it out, Jason. I promise you we'll get through this. Together."

Jason leaned across the bed and wrapped his arms around her middle. "I'm so scared, Ellie! I don't know anything about being a rabbit!"

The much larger Ellie pulled him up into her lap and hugged him to her chest, "Don't worry; I'll help you. It's not that hard."

He reached across her arm to grasp her right hand in his, "Thank you, Ellie."

She nuzzled his head, and he relaxed in her arms. Everything would be alright. He was confused and scared, but Ellie was with him. He loved and trusted her. Even if he was a vulnerable rabbit now, he would be safe with her to protect him. Suddenly, he felt something wet on his head.

"Ellie?" he asked in surprise. "What's going on?" He reached up and put his hand in a puddle of something slimy. "Yuck! What is this?!"

"You smell really good, Jason," Ellie breathed.

"You don't smell bad yourself. Cat scent kind of suits you," he jested.

"No, I mean really good, delicious."

Oh Zeus! Jason tried to swallow his rising panic. She was a cat, and he was prey. And unlike him, she'd never had a day of instruction in her life on how to quell her murderous feline instincts. And now, she already had him, was grasping him tightly. He'd let her catch him without even thinking. That hug may have been a fatal mistake. He had to try to reach through the instincts that must be swirling through her. The last thing he wanted to do was start behaving like terrified prey. That would trigger her instincts further. Still, his voice quavered with fear, "Ellie, you have to control those instincts! Remember, I'm your friend. We buy meat at the store."

"That's true," she murmured. "But, but it can't hurt if I only lick you, just to see how you taste." She rasped her tongue across his head.

He struggled in her grasp, and she held him tighter.

"Hold still, Jason!" she ordered.

"Let me go!" he cried. "Ellie! You're not used to controlling your instincts!"

"Relax, I'm not going to hurt you," she murmured. She licked the length of his long right ear and nibbled the end.

He lurched and she gripped him tighter, sinking in her claws.

"Ellie! Your claws! You're hurting me!" he cried.

"Oops!" She retracted her claws.

"Let me go! You're going to hurt me!" he pleaded.

"Not if you hold still!" she growled. "Relax, and I won't hurt you."

"You will! You're going to bite me!"

"I will if you don't hold still!" she threatened.

Her stomach growled, and Jason froze, trying to hold back another wave of panic. She was hungry, and what was she holding? A fresh rabbit. If she moved her jaws to his throat, there was nothing he could do to stop her. His voice shook, "Ellie, you're hungry. Why don't we get up, and I'll fix you some nice sausage for breakfast?"

"You know I can't stand the smell of that stuff!" she protested.

"I think, I think your opinion may have changed. Let's just get up and go find out," he tried to suggest calmly.

"You just want to get away!" she accused.

"No, I-"

"You're not going anywhere! I have you, and I'm not letting you go!"

Panicked, "Ellie, think! You're letting your instincts control you! You have to let me go! What are you going to-urk!" His desperate protests were cut off by her hand around his throat.

"Shh, enough of your whining. You can't get away, so just hold still." She leaned her head down to lick the side of his face.

He couldn't get away and couldn't stop her, and the cat was moving closer and closer to his throat. He couldn't reach her, his precious Ellie. Tears began to stream down his face.

She paused in her licking. "What's the matter, Jason?" she asked. "Am I hurting you again? I have my claws sheathed."

"I'm scared, Ellie," he sobbed. "Try to think. Did I ever treat you like this?"

"You held me plenty of times," she rebutted.

"Did I keep holding you when you wanted me to let you go?"

"No."

"Do you know why that is? Because I would never hurt you or do anything to make you think I might. But I had years of instruction on how to control my instincts, and you've never been a cat before today. You think you're in control, but you're not."

Slowly, she released him, and he crawled out of her lap, careful not to panic. If he ran, there was little doubt she would grab him again.

"Oh Zeus! I'm sorry, Jason! I didn't mean to do that!" she cried, presumably noticing the blood he felt oozing down his sides.

"I know you didn't," he murmured. You can't control yourself. That's why I have to get out of here. "Wait here, and I'll fetch you something to eat," he lied. "You'll think more clearly on a full belly." He carefully crawled off of the bed and crept toward the bedroom door. He could see the door to the apartment. Ellie was still sitting in bed. If he made a dash for it, he could make it. "I'll just be a minute." He bolted for the entrance.

Her heard a fierce yowl behind him and tried to put on a further burst of speed. He had almost reached the door when Ellie slammed into him, dragging him to the floor. Her needle-sharp claws sank into his haunches as she dragged him underneath of her. Jason squealed in pain and terror. She forcibly rolled him over, and he stared fearfully into her furious expression.

"You thought you could trick me, did you?" she growled.

"I'm sorry!" he wailed desperately. "I shouldn't have tried to abandon you, but-"

"No buts and no second chances!" she snarled. "You're mine now, and I'll do with you what I please!"

She opened her mouth, and Jason was transfixed by the sight of her sharp fangs, in particular, her long canines. He tried not to imagine those fangs piercing his skin and ripping the flesh from his bones, but to his horror, she leaned down and clamped them around his throat. He whimpered; he could feel her canines jabbing into his neck, seeking his veins. She bit down further, and he sobbed as her teeth squeezed painfully against his skin and trachea. He was sure some of them were beginning to break the skin. How would Ellie react when she tasted blood? Would it shake her out of this or seal his fate? She bit down further, and he began to feel lightheaded as her jaws restricted his blood flow. This was it. He was going to die. He had failed to reach Ellie, and now they were both going to suffer for it: him immediately, and her later on when the guilt set in, when the authorities found out. He had failed them both. He relaxed resignedly, waiting for death. More than anything, he would miss Ellie. He reached up his hand to stroke her face.

"I forgive you, Ellie," he rasped, struggling to speak with her jaws squeezing his trachea. He let his hand fall. "Even if it had to end like this, I'm glad I got to know you. I wouldn't trade that for anything. I was too afraid to tell you this, but if this is my last chance, then I want to let you know that I love you. I love you so much it hurts; this pain now is nothing in comparison. Please don't blame yourself. You weren't prepared, and I shouldn't have run."

To his surprise, Ellie opened her jaws and pulled her head back to stare at him.

"Ellie?" he asked cautiously.

"You love me?"

Had he reached her? He smiled weakly, "I do."

Ellie shook her head, "Then you shouldn't fight me. Submit to me; obey me without question or complaint, and I'll forgive you for trying to escape." She narrowed her eyes. "But only this once. Try to escape again, and we can start back where we left off."

What's she saying? This still wasn't the Ellie he knew! Submit?! Obey?! Or die. The Ellie he knew wouldn't make ultimatums like that! "Ellie?" he asked nervously. "You want me to, to-"

She cut him off, "To obey me. That's your option. If you preferred my teeth in your throat, we can get back to that."

He swallowed. "I will."

"You will what? Swear it."

"I swear to obey you."

"Without?"

"Without question or complaint."

She nodded, "Let's put it to the test then." She got up, pulling him to his feet as well. "Stand here for a second," she commanded. Leaving him near the exit, she strolled to the far side of the living room and turned around. "Now come to me."

Jason glanced nervously from her to the door.

She glared at him threateningly, "That's right," she growled softly. "You might escape, but you know the consequences if you fail."

He was so close to escaping the apartment, but how far would she chase him? He felt a pit in his stomach as he realized he didn't have his car keys on him. How would he get away? And if she caught him, then--he swallowed--then he'd feel her teeth in his throat again, and this time she wouldn't be letting go. But what fate awaited him if he went to her? What was he to her? Still her friend? But Ellie wouldn't treat him or any friend like this. Her toy? Her dinner? There was no way to know, but to try to escape was almost certain death; he had no choice. He turned and began to reluctantly creep toward the cat.

"That's right," she crooned. "Come to me. Come to your kitty."

Hesitantly, he crept across the room until he was only an arm's length away.

Ellie opened her arms, "Closer. Just one more step."

Jason took a deep breath. He didn't know her intentions, but it was too late to run now. He stepped into her arms. She wrapped her right across his back and pressed her left hand to the back of his head, puling him in against her. She towered over him, his head not quite reaching her shoulder.

"There you go," she crooned. "You belong to me now."

Belong? You didn't own your friends. Was he her toy or her meal?

She grinned down at him, baring her fangs. "How do you like my new teeth and claws, Jason? I seem to remember you saying they weren't threatening before."

Jason shook with fear as he looked at her deadly fangs again. Would he be feeling them a second time? Why was she taunting him like this?! The Ellie he knew had liked to tease him but had never been cruel. "Why, Ellie?" he sobbed. "I never hurt or scared you, did I?"

She stroked his head and neck, "No, you were such a gentle kitty. I really appreciated that. Now you can be an obedient bunny." She moved her hand to the top of his head and forced him down. "I want you to nuzzle my belly," she explained.

He gingerly pressed his nose into her belly fur.

"Like you mean it!" she growled. "I want to feel your gratitude that you're still on the outside."

Oh Zeus! She did see him as a potential meal! Desperately, he began to nuzzle her belly. He needed to do anything he could to appease her, anything to make her want him alive more than dead. Her stomach growled, and fear made him redouble his efforts.

"That's right," she growled softly. "This is your goddess now. Disobey me, and she'll take care of you." She seized his head in both hands and shoved him against her. Her stomach gurgled. "Mmm, listen to how she longs for you. Wouldn't it be comfortable squeezed tightly inside? If you'd rather serve her that way, I'll be happy to oblige you."

Happy to! It was more than a threat. It was a barely restrained desire! Only her pleasure at his servitude would keep him from becoming her meal. "N-no! I'll serve you however you want, but not like that! Please!" he sobbed.

"You'll obey me even in that, Jason," she growled. "If I tell you to put your throat in my mouth, I expect it to happen. Be a good bunny, and I'll be merciful in my commands."

Jason tried not to imagine her opening her mouth and beckoning for him to slide his throat between her dagger fangs, but it was all too clear in his mind. This Ellie would happily make him submit to his own death on threat of a more gruesome end. He sobbed.

She pulled him back up and hugged him. "There, there, if you love me, you should want to make me happy, and you can do that by doing exactly what I tell you. Understand?"

Even his affection was being used against him, but there was nothing he could do. "I-I do. A-and, I still love you Ellie, but what happened to the kind rabbit I knew?"

"She was weak, Jason," she replied coldly.

"No, Ellie! She was strong!" he protested. "She was vulnerable, but she didn't let that stop her. I admired her so much for that! And we cared for each other! Don't you still care for me?"

"I do, Jason, but it's different now. It's not enough to care for you. I need to keep you, to own you."

"Those are your instincts, Ellie! You don't want to let me go because that would be letting your prey go!"

"What do you think I should do then?"

"Let me get help! I'll find someone who can help teach you how to deal with these new instincts."

Ellie growled, "Try to go through that door, and you're dead, Jason. I won't let you get away."

She wouldn't listen. She didn't believe she needed help, or she didn't want it. What else could he say?

She nuzzled his head, "Obey me, and you'll have nothing to worry about," she crooned. "Now why don't you fix me breakfast? And afterward, afterward I want to lick you more. I expect you to hold still this time."

"Y-yes, Ellie."

She led him to the kitchen, and he began to cook the sausages. He found the smell almost intolerable. This must be what Ellie had to go through. Despite the horror of his own situation, he felt a twinge of guilt. This was one thing he deserved to be put through.

"Are you okay over there?" she asked from the table.

He nodded.

"You seem to be having some trouble with the smell."

"It's no problem, Ellie. You told me to cook you breakfast, and I'm happy to do it."

"If I ask you if you're okay, then it's okay for you to complain," she modified.

"The smell's a, a little hard to deal with," he admitted.

"Come sit down then. I'll finish with that."

He left the stove and sat at the table with a sigh of relief. Ellie went to finish cooking the sausages. He was a bit surprised that she hadn't made him finish. Was that a hint of the old Ellie peaking through? The one who wouldn't want him to suffer?

When she had finished cooking, she brought the sausages over to the table along with a plate of what he thought were strawberries and some type of leaf for him. He tried not to watch as she tore at the sausage with her sharp fangs instead looking warily at his own food. What would it taste like?

"I never would have thought it was so good!" Ellie exclaimed happily.

Jason didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. If the meat they could buy satisfied her, maybe she wouldn't want to eat him; on the other hand, her liking for meat might convince her that she'd enjoy the taste of his flesh too. He munched some of the kale, trying not to think about what Ellie might do. The kale had a crisp, clean flavor. "It's nice, I guess," he commented. He took a bite of a strawberry, and his mouth was filled with a burst of delicious flavor like he'd never tasted before. He stared at the red fruit in disbelief. "It's, it's-"

"Sweet, I know," Ellie finished for him. "I'm going to miss sweet." She smiled at him, "But now you can see that it's not going to be all bad being my rabbit. I'll make sure you have lots of good food like that to eat."

Lots of good food. He dropped the strawberry back on his plate and looked at her fearfully, "You're trying to fatten me up, aren't you?" he accused weakly.

"Don't be an idiot, Jason!" she growled.

"But you said I smelled delicious earlier, and you were drooling!"

"I'm trying to work on that one, Jason. I don't want to eat you. You're my friend."

His friend? "Friends don't hold each other captive."

"Friends don't abandon each other when things get tough!"

He looked down at the table guiltily, "I'm sorry about that, but I thought you were going to bite me. Or worse. I'm still afraid that you'll get carried away and hurt me even if you don't mean to."

"You'll have to trust me, Jason, like I always trusted you."

Like she'd trusted him?! There was no comparison between how he'd treated her and how she was treating him. "But I-"

"I know; I know. You were gentle. That doesn't mean there weren't times when I worried about your teeth and claws sinking into me. I can be gentle too, but you have to obey me. If I say I want to lick you, I'm not going to start ripping your flesh off, but if you struggle, I might be forced to use my claws to hold you."

"And if you say you want to rip my flesh off?" he asked fearfully.

"Then I'll kill you as painlessly as I can first," she replied matter-of-factly. "Obey me, and everything will be easier for both of us."

How could she be so callous? Tears welled in his eyes, "Can't you even promise not to do that?"

"I don't need to promise you anything. You're mine now. You swore to obey me. There were no caveats."

He looked down miserably at his food. Maybe he should have tried to run. He might have gotten away, and if he hadn't, death would have come quickly instead of constantly lurking, waiting for him to make the wrong move that would seal his fate.

"Eat your breakfast. You'll feel better on a full stomach," she instructed. "If you get scared, just remember how it used to be. I'm still Ellie even if I look different now."

"It's not your change in appearance I'm worried about," he muttered.

"No, it's yours!" she snapped. "You were afraid from the very beginning, the moment you found out you were a rabbit. You liked having this power in our relationship too even if you didn't exert it much. I plan to exert it fully. I spent my whole life as a helpless little rabbit, and now I'm going to take advantage of my new body."

Jason looked down nervously. Was that at all true? He certainly had been afraid to find himself a rabbit, but was it because he was afraid to lose power in their relationship? No! He'd been been afraid to be vulnerable but glad Ellie was there to protect him, until he'd realized that she was what he was vulnerable to.

They didn't speak the rest of the meal, but when they were done Ellie stood and took him by the arm.

"Now what?" he asked nervously.

"I told you. I want to lick you more. Come sit on the couch with me, and we'll get started."

Jason followed her over obediently, and she sat him on her right. She wrapped her arm around him and leaned down to begin grooming his head and ears. Jason scrunched his eyes shut as she rasped her tongue over his face. She moved down to his neck, and began to purr. Gradually, the gentle stroking of her tongue and her purring began to sooth his fear. She completed his chest and back and moved onto his arms and legs. When only his private areas remained, she stopped.

"Did you find me attractive as a rabbit, Jason?" she inquired.

Her question surprised him, and he cracked open his eyes to regard her curiously, "N-no," he admitted. "I loved you, but not like that."

"It's funny. Obviously, I was attracted to rabbits, but now I'm not."

Even her sexual attraction changed? The same wasn't true for him; he didn't know whether he should admit it. "That's, uh, that's-"

"Are you attracted to me now as a cat?" she asked bluntly.

He fidgeted nervously before deciding to tell the truth, "I, I think you're very attractive."

She smiled slyly, "Then I guess you won't mind if I lick here." she pushed her head between his legs and lapped from his scrotum to his sheath.

He started, unprepared, "Ellie!"

"What did I say about struggling, Jason?" she growled.

He froze fearfully.

"That's better."

She continued licking, her rough tongue stimulating his penis and testicles. His pleasure began to build despite his fear.

"You like that, do you?" Ellie teased.

She continued licking and his penis went erect. Her rough tongue rasped over his exposed penis and he gasped with pleasure. She purred, and put her mouth around it. For a moment, he was afraid to have he penis inside her sharp-toothed mouth. But then she began to suckle gently, and waves of pleasure began to build until finally it climaxed in a final burst. He gasped as he ejaculated, and then relaxed with a sigh. Ellie gave him a few more licks and looked up.

"You'll have to wash your asshole yourself," she concluded.

He opened his eyes to gaze lovingly at her, "Thank you, Ellie," he breathed. "That, that was, that was amazing."

"Not so bad being my rabbit, is it, Jason?" she asked smugly.

"N-no, it's wonderful. I'm sorry I fought you before." If this was what she wanted to do with him, then maybe it was alright being her toy. Surely she'd forget about eating him if they developed a loving sexual relationship.

"Good. Now you can return the favor." She got up onto the couch, propped herself against the arm, and spread her legs to reveal her vulva.

The last time he'd done this had been with Lily. The thought made him a bit embarrassed. He hoped he wasn't too out of practice. Still, she was a cat, and that's what he was used to. This might have actually been more difficult if she were still a rabbit. He crawled between her legs and lowered himself down to reach his mouth to her vulva and began licking. At first, she had no reaction, and he became a bit worried that he was too out of practice. A terrible thought occurred to him: if he couldn't reciprocate what she'd done for him, she might think he would be better at satisfying her belly. However, he was relieved when, with a moan, she grabbed his head and pushed him in further. He kept licking, stretching his tongue to reach deep into her vagina. She gasped in orgasmic ecstasy, but he kept going. The more times he could bring her to orgasm, the more valuable he'd seem to her alive. She moaned with pleasure and let out another little gasp of ecstasy. She pushed his head in harder, and his nose was almost buried in her labia and surrounding fur; he had to struggle to draw breath, but he kept going and was rewarded with a louder gasp of pleasure than either of the previous two. But then she removed her left hand from his head briefly to adjust her labia to completely cover his nose. She was holding him too strongly for him to pull away to draw breath. He tried to suck in air, but got nothing and looked at her pleadingly. She looked back intensely but didn't let go. He licked desperately, hoping that a fourth orgasm would be enough for her to let him breathe. However, he couldn't hold his breath much longer; he whined desperately and struggled to pull his nose away to get fresh air, but he couldn't resist her hold. His lungs bursting, he let out his breath in an embarrassing spluttering noise. She continued to hold him in place. She's going to suffocate me! No longer licking, he struggled in terror a few seconds before everything went black.

A sharp slap brought him back to consciousness. He choked on the saliva and vaginal juices in his trachea and then gasped a breath of delicious fresh air. He noticed his ears hurt and realized Ellie was holding his head up by them. He supported himself to take the strain off of them before looking at her incredulously. "You almost killed me!" he gasped.

"I did not," Ellie replied dismissively.

"I passed out!"

"So? It takes longer to suffocate than to pass out. Anyway, that was great, Jason. You really know what you're doing."

At least she'd been pleased. He smiled embarrassedly, "Lily made sure I had a lot of practice."

Ellie frowned, "I don't want to think about you pleasuring that jerk." She paused contemplatively before snorting with amusement. "Think about how she'll react when she sees me now!"

"I still wouldn't pick a fight with her," Jason warned. "She's bigger than a regular cat, and she knows how to fight."

"I suppose," she conceded. She looked at him and smirked, "What about how she'll react to you?"

Jason blanched, "I don't think I want to see her like this at all."

"Come on," Ellie drawled. "Think about her reaction when she realizes it's me and then I show her my new toy. She'll be horrified. She might have an aneurysm."

"I really don't want people to know me as your 'toy'," he grumbled.

"Too bad, that's what you are. Now clean me up, and then I'll clean your face again."

Toy was at least better than dinner. Jason obediently licked up the saliva and vaginal juices, and then Ellie pulled him up onto her, holding him under the arms, and held him so that she could lick his face. When she was done, she laid him down on her chest and slid down to stretch out on the couch. She looked up at him and stroked his cheek.

"You have an unusual eye color for a rabbit," she remarked.

"Brown isn't exactly common for cats," he replied.

"It's a good thing you did keep it, or I might not have know it was you."

"That might have been bad considering, er-"

She cut him off, "Right, I don't know what I would have done with a delicious smelling creep who broke into my apartment and crawled in bed with me. Getting devoured might have seemed like a just punishment, you know?"

Jason swallowed nervously, "Do you, do you still think I-"

"Smell delicious? Yes. Didn't you think I smelled tasty?"

Jason shook his head vigorously, "I thought you smelled nice but not tasty!"

"Well, I guess that's just another way you were a gentler cat, Jason. You're doing a pretty good job as an obedient rabbit so far though."

Jason laughed nervously, "Heheh, it's not like I have much of a choice, is it?"

"No, it isn't. I hope you'll learn to accept this life though, Jason. I think you'll find it's easier being my toy than it was having your own autonomy."

"Easier?" he asked incredulously. He didn't have to worry about being eaten before.

"Okay, some things will be easier. Others, you'll just have to get used to," she amended.

"What are we going to do now?" he asked nervously.

"Now? After so much activity this morning, I could use a nap. I'd like you to join me. Otherwise, I'll have to handcuff you to something anyway."

"O-okay, we can take a nap."

Jason slid off of Ellie, and led her to the bedroom. He crawled into the left side of the bed, and she crawled into the right side. She turned onto her side, and pulled him close, rolling him so that his back was to her chest. She nestled his head under her chin. If only he hadn't been so afraid of her, it might have been a comfortable arrangement, but there was little comfort in being pressed against the belly that might soon hold him.

"If we wake up and we've switched back, are you going to take your revenge on me?" Ellie asked.

"No! I'd never harm or scare you in any way!" he averred.

Ellie hugged him, "You're sweet, Jason, but you're an idiot. Part of me hopes we do switch back. A bigger part would like it if only you did. But if we stay like this, I'll take care of you."

"You mean if-" he began nervously.

She interrupted, "Right, if you obey me. If you decide to disobey me or try to escape, then," she let the sentence hang, but they both knew what that would mean.

Jason felt a fresh surge of fear. Even after their intimate and mutually pleasurable sexual encounter, she was still threatening to eat him. Did he really smell that delicious to her?

"Shh, just be a good bunny, and you'll probably be fine," she crooned.

"What if I'm not fine? What if you decide I smell too good to pass up after all?" he whimpered.

"Don't think about it. If it happens, it happens. You could die in any number of ways. Being eaten by me is hardly the worst one; I'll make it as gentle as possible if it comes to that."

The prospect of being killed gently wasn't a comfort. Ellie's stomach gurgled, she she burped, releasing the smell of digesting meat. That could be me before long. She rubbed her chin against his head, but all he could think of were the sharp fangs inside her mouth, fangs that would meet in his throat, fangs that would strip the flesh from his bones. She hugged him, but he could only think of her claws, claws ready to tear into his skin if he resisted.

If she switched back, he would forgive her; she couldn't be held responsible for the instincts that had overwhelmed her. If he switched back, he could help her. But if they stayed like this, it was only a matter of time before he pleased her belly from the inside. The Ellie he'd known would have never hurt him, but if that kind bunny remained, she was buried deep beneath the violent feline instincts. All he could do was hope that the same inexplicable process that had changed them would change one or both of them again. He could only wait and hope and try to appease the cat as long as possible because, when he no longer could, he'd be nothing but meat to her. Unable to even think of sleep, Jason lay wide-eyed in the cat's grasp, waiting fearfully for what would come.