We cuddled some more for another hour, and cautiously had sex once more, if you could call it that. We both wanted to feel better, and comfortable, and we frankly both couldn't get enough of it or each other. Maybe it was so intriguing because it was so strange to us, and so difficult, but that was in equilibrium with the strength of our lust and feelings of giving ourselves in to the other. At least that's how it was for me, but Sarah seemed to enjoy it a lot, and be majorly into my body too. But then she did wish for it so I'd hope it would at least fit her tastes. We couldn't use our tongues in that sensitive area on account of them being deadly weapons, and while you might imagine a certain obvious use of our tails would be in order, it actually doesn't work, or at least it works really badly. It was a real disappointment. It was like trying to push on a piece of rope, or thread a drawstring through pajamas. As it became increasingly clear how impractical it was, the intrigue of the idea of it really couldn't hold up. We were still glad we had our tails anyway though.
At the end, we got dressed again. It was so hard. We barely managed to get our clothes on, even with each others' help, and it took a while. I still loved my big stupid paws anyway though. I hadn't noticed it at the time, but my bedroom had actually changed subtly, but my clothes had completely changed. I had some obviously female clothes, not just necessities like bras but the actual style, some of it was very feminine. I guess that's the new me. I shouldn't be that surprised, I guess. Should I try out being a girly girl, just to know what it feels like? I didn't feel like a different person, but the temptation to just try it, just because I could, and could get away with it now, it was there. But I didn't like the idea just because it probably meant men would come onto me.
Paw in paw, we finally left my bedroom. There was no hiding from my family now. The stairs looked daunting. Neither of us were steady on our new paws. We descended them side by side, our linked forepaws unable to grip each other, so just pressed against each other, our tails swishing with every stride to help is stay balanced. My family was, having dinner in the kitchen? Shouldn't it be like 9 pm now?
"Joan, which do you want, turkey and cheese dinner shreds, or chicken and tuna in gravy?" my dad asked. "I've also got a royal canin hair and skin for you, your mother and I think you have been neglecting your coat recently."
"Meow," a huge cat said at the dinner table, looking at me.
My mother? I wondered. Unlike Sarah and me, my mother was stark naked. So, humans wore clothes, catgirls wore clothes, human-sized cats went naked, is that how it went?
"Your friend is staying for dinner too, then? Sarah, wasn't it? Which do you like more, turkey and cheese dinner shreds, or chicken and tuna in gravy?"
"What," Sarah said flatly.
"Oh, that's right, you come from a rich family, don't you. Maybe you don't eat regular friskies normally," my dad remarked.
"Meow," I said flatly.
"Well your mother and I can't afford the fancy expensive stuff," he said.
"You're feeding us... cat... foood?" Sarah asked with growing hesitation.
"Of course, regular human food is not nutritionally balanced for obligate carnivores," my father said, as if it was the most normal thing in the world to say.
"Meoww..." I said.
"I don't see the problem, you've never complained about it before. It's not even like you like human food. Cats and their picky eating, am I right honey?" he said, looking in my cat mother's direction.
"MRoowww..." she grumbled, indignantly. My mother, if that was her, unlike me, was apparently all cat. Not a housecat. The size of a tiger, but not a tiger. Like a tiger-sized housecat. But apparently she understood English.
I looked at Sarah. What has your wishing done to the world! And my mom! And my ability to enjoy good food! I thought.
"Here, just sit down kiddo, let me set everything up like usual," my dad said.
I hesitantly sat at the kitchen table, remembering to be careful not to sit on my tail. And then dad opened a can.
Both me and Sarah, we stood there with our mouths open, as the smell hit us. I don't know about Sarah, but that was the most amazing, enticing smell I had ever experienced in my life. It was like, a three dimensional picture, a virtual feast, in my mind. I had noticed my sense of small had been better, but the only thing I had smelled before was the faint tinge of mildew coming from the bathroom off the side of my bedroom, and of course the strong, animalistic smell of Sarah after she changed. But this. This was just, amazing.
"You staying for dinner after all, Sarah?"
"Hmmm?" Sarah said. She had dazed off.
"You want some?"
"Y...yeah, she said in a tiny voice."
"Jon, does this smell, amazing, to you too?" Sarah whispered to me.
I gave her a little nod.
We both sat down, and started eating.
I was shocked. This tasted as amazing as it smelled. "Meow?" I said weakly to Sarah, who was eating her portion quickly, with her face, just like a cat, and then saw my look and stopped in embarrassment.
"So, do you like it, Sarah?" my dad asked.
"Yeah.... was cat food, always, this good?" she asked, almost in shock.
"Not to humans," my dad said with a short laugh.
Sarah and I shared a glance. Well ok, maybe eating like this wasn't going to be so bad after all.
And then the doorbell rang. ding dong
My dad got the door.
"Karyn! Joan is here, with another girl from school."
"Joan!" the cat who had just walked in cried, in a voice that carried pure hurt. "You're eating dinner, with Sarah in your own home!"
"Meoww?" I said, even more confused.
"What..." Sarah said. We both looked down.
Karyn wasn't human. She wasn't even a catgirl. She was straight up all the way a cat, just like my mother, and naked as my mother too. Except she had a head of striking tabby fur in a human-like configuration. And below her, in her quadrupedal stance, hung 6, rather large, endowments.
"Well I didn't see this coming," Sarah said.
"Meow...." I said, thinking, just, fuck the world.
It did make a sort of sense. If the stone changed reality in a sort of path of least resistance, maybe adhering to Occam's razor, which would have been more likely, after all? That two catgirls would exist for no reason in the world as it was, or that the human species had evolved to be, let's call it, a little bit different, and had been like this for thousands, even millions of years? What about the range limit of the stone though? Doesn't that probably suggest it isn't the whole world, but just only our town is now strange? If that's the case, couldn't this cause some very risky conflicts as the town interacts with the rest of the world?
