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Hellcat II: That Damned Cat (Story, Men + Women to Various)

A human sacrifice went wrong for Fairmeadow High's top extracurricular demonic cult, and left them as thralls to their would-be victim. Now they've got one last chance to stop her before they become her new familiars...

A sequel to Hellcat

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It had been three months since the botched human sacrifice that had changed Becky Kusuma and her friends from the school’s elite into slaves for metalhead-burnout-turned-demon-queen Nikki. Their lives of privilege and superiority had become a daily grind of servitude and fear, wondering what twisted whim Nikki might inflict on them next.

They realized, of course, that they’d brought it on themselves – they’d formed the Knights of Baal to worship the Baal, Terrible King of Unholy Cats, and he had deigned to improve their lives for a time, but they’d overstepped their bounds by using school outcast Nikki as a vessel for their demonic overlord, condemning her mind and soul to oblivion in the process. Or at least, that’s what was supposed to happen. Instead, Baal had apparently tired of them and their petty desires, and imbued the vengeful Nikki with a vast array of demonic powers before unleashing her to torture them for the rest of their lives…and, they feared, beyond.

It was particularly difficult for Becky and her fellow cultist Hunter Derrickson. Both of them had slept with Nikki before she was selected as the cult’s sacrifice, so she singled them out as hypocrites and transformed them both into demonic mixtures of human and animal; Hunter became a massive stallion, and Becky was trapped in the form of a grotesque frog.

Their bodies were now hers to command; Nikki could, and frequently did, shift them up and down the spectrum between man and beast. Full animal form had its advantages. Although being stuck in the form of a gigantic, slimy amphibian and being pounded by a demonic hellhorse under Nikki’s watchful eye was completely disgusting, it allowed Becky to forget the indignities she was constantly subjected to and simply allow herself to be washed away by pure animal pleasure.

Currently, she and Hunter were at about 95% human, which was where Nikki typically left them during the day; human enough to go about their daily business, but with just enough inhuman characteristics that they were forever reminded who owned them.

To add to their humiliation, both of them had been left with libidos that burned hotter than the fires of Hell; while they had no shortage of willing partners, they soon found that they could best satisfy each other’s urges. And so here they were, in an empty chemistry lab; Becky lay spread-eagled on a lab bench, her tongue lolling out of her mouth in pleasure, as Hunter jackhammered into her.

Hunter had been lucky. The remnants of his equine nature only left him with an untameable mane of blond hair, an even-more-jacked physique, and a truly colossal cock, which only fuelled his rampant egotism. He snorted, his nostrils flaring, as his equine manhood plumbed Becky’s moistened depths.

Becky, meanwhile, found few advantages in her new form. Her extra few inches of tongue made speaking a constant challenge; her large, unblinking eyes were mildly unsettling; and she was always just a little too damp. She’d also lost her petite frame in favor of a curvier, softer one that was currently jiggling and bouncing with every one of Hunter’s powerful thrusts.

Maybe that part wasn’t so bad.

Hunter came violently. Becky’s body shuddered in orgasm as a pint of caustic demonic jism flooded her reproductive system.

Hunter, as brazen as he’d always been, pulled out of her and plopped his naked ass down on a lab stool. “Man, our old demon lord fucking sucked. Nikki’s way better.”

Becky snarled. “You’re okay with being a…sex toy for that freak?”

He shrugged. “Hey, she keeps taking me out of the drawer.”

Becky got up from the bench and began reassembling her clothes. “Well, it’s torture for me! We used to run this school, and we were going to run the whole country once we all graduated! And now this is what we’re reduced to.”

Hunter didn’t even bother getting dressed, and was clearly enjoying his own nudity. “Whatever. Listen, once she got all demon-y, I figured she was just gonna kill us. Instead, I’m crushing poon 24/7. Best fuck-up I ever made.”

A familiar voice rang out from behind them, the words dripping with venom. “I’m glad someone appreciates me.”

They turned to see Nikki, sitting behind a desk at the back of the classroom with one hand tucked underneath her skirt.

Nikki hadn’t changed much, despite the demonic power flowing through her slim five-foot frame. Her teeth were a little sharper, her eyes a little greener, and she’d taken to wearing a metal-studded choker around her neck. Her subtly-pointed ears poked out of her wild orange pixie cut, too, but not so much that anyone noticed – the word ‘HELLCAT’ tattooed below her collarbone tended to draw the eye away from her other features.

Becky’s eyes narrowed –at least as far as they could narrow now. “How long have you been there?”

“Long enough. We’re connected, Becks. You two start banging, it’s like a fire alarm going off in my ladyparts. I had to drop by and see. Hell of a show, by the way.”

“Well, we’re finished.” Becky pulled up her pants.

Nikki got up and started for the door. “For now. Big party tonight, the usual place. You are not gonna want to miss this one, trust me. Graduation’s coming up.” It was clear that she didn’t simply mean the imminent end of their high school careers – ever since she’d punctuated her ascent to demonhood by transforming Hunter and Becky, the threat of the same fate befalling the other three members of the cult had hung over them like the Sword of Damocles. Now, it seemed, the sword was about to fall.

Becky smiled, confident that the blade wasn’t going to land where Nikki thought it would. “We brought the party to you, bitch. Schrodinger!”

As the code word rang out, the three other members of their cult – conniving student politician Gabe Alvarez, haughty heiress Chloe Castle, and brainy chatterbox Amy Hooper – leaped out of their hiding place in the closet, accidentally dislodging a plastic skeleton and several old textbooks.

“The power of Christ compels you!” shouted Gabe.

Amy pulled out a large, heavy Bible, thrusting it towards Nikki. Gabe brandished a spray bottle of holy water, and doused her with it. Chloe, finally, grabbed the huge metal crucifix that hung around her neck and pressed it to her feline foe’s exposed cleavage.

They paused, expecting sizzling flesh, acrid smoke, and the hideous shrieks of the damned.

They didn’t get it.

Nikki stood there stunned for a few moments before rolling her eyes, her voice dripping with venomous contempt. “Oh my god, you morons suck at EVERYTHING.”

The would-be mutineers found themselves frozen in place, unable to move, speak, or do anything but breathe. Nikki pulled the Bible out of Amy’s hands, idly flipped through it, and tossed it aside. She then took the spray bottle away from Gabe, unscrewed the lid, and chugged it.

She wiped her mouth, a sly grin forming on her face. “Mmm. Sacrelicious.”

She waved, half-heartedly, at the desks; all five cultists found themselves compelled to take a seat. As Chloe walked past Nikki, she slipped the cross over her neck and put it in Nikki’s proffered hand.

Nikki crawled up on the lab bench, in full view of her treacherous followers. “The thing is, you have to believe in this shit for it to work, and you don’t really believe in anything – not God, not Baal, and probably not even me. Well, get ready for a sermon from the Church of Nikki. Feel free to do some laying on of the hands.”

Nikki began casually stripping out of her clothes, and was soon wholly nude, save for her choker. A lewd grin crossed her face, and she began caressing the base of the cross with her hands. The metal began to reshape into something long, thick, and distinctly phallic.

Nikki slid the desecrated dildo into her moistened slit, and began to transform. Orange fur, matching her hair, sprouted from her forearms and lower legs, while her face cracked into a mixture of human and feral, sabre-toothed cat. A furry, spiky tail emerged from the base of her spine, and waved seductively behind her. Her clawed toes curled inwards as she yowled in orgasm.

As this was going on, the lab bench shifted and warped underneath her, eventually becoming a wooden four-poster bed carved with intricate demonic runes.

She purred, and tossed the dildo aside; it landed with a heavy clunk on the floor. “So hey, rap with me here, nerds. I think we’ve had a pretty kickass time over the past few months. Orgies, feasts that turned into orgies, air hockey tournaments that turned into orgies…but you’re not happy. So what’s the problem?”

Gabe looked defiant. “I could at least live with this if you had some kind of master demonic plan to corrupt humanity, or gain power, or ANYTHING. Instead, it’s just…parties and sex and booze and loud, shitty music.”

Amy, meanwhile, was visibly nervous. “Well, we had a master demonic plan, and look what happened to us,” she snapped. She’d never forgiven Gabe – the ritual that had transformed Nikki had been his idea, after all.

“It was a good plan! How was I supposed to know Baal was going to flake out on us?”

As they bickered, Chloe remained silent, her gaze fixed on their demonic mistress and her face betraying no hint of emotion.

Nikki raised a clawed finger to silence her thralls. “Okay, shut up. Gabe, you’re right about me not having a big evil demon plan, because that sounds like way more work than I am interested in doing. Like, I was lazy before, and now I’m half cat, nature’s laziest animal. But that’s a feature, not a bug – if I had some grand scheme to corrupt humanity or whatever, you dorks would be happy to be little cogs in my big devil machine. And the man downstairs, you remember, doesn’t want you to be happy. So it’s sex and drugs and rock and roll for you. Forever.”

She paused to sip from the holy water again. “Still, I’m not perfect – close, though. I see my mistake; Hunter and Becky here have been having all the fun. They’re mine in a way that the rest of you aren’t, and it’s just not fair. I only had enough devil juice to turn the two of them at first, but I’ve been charging my batteries all this time for the rest of you. I was gonna save it for graduation next week…but hell, I think you three have earned it.”

She pointed at Hunter and Becky. “You two! Get up here. Gotta channel my power through my familiars.”

The two stood up and assumed positions on either side of the bed. The cat-queen gestured, subtly, and they assumed their humanoid animalistic forms; Becky, having already put her clothes back on, could only watch as her warping body tore them apart. She then found herself forced to all fours as she crouched down like a frog, her slimy red-and-black skin already beginning to ooze; Hunter, meanwhile, remained bipedal, his hoof-ended arms crossed over his broad chest even as his skin was replaced with plum-colored horsehide. She let out a resentful croak, making her bare breasts inflate.

Nikki grabbed Gabe’s hand and tossed him roughly on to the bed. With a few decisive slashes, she tore the clothes from his body, leaving his slim, athletic form naked on her red satin sheets. “You first. You gave me a solid answer, Gabe, so you get to be something cool.”

Hunter and Becky felt a jolt go through their bodies as demonic power surged through their animalistic bodies. They shuddered in unison…and Gabe shuddered with them, as Nikki’s power began to flow into his prone form. As he looked helplessly at his body, his sandy-brown skin began to fade into a steely blue-gray. He felt his legs drawing together, and tried to pry them apart with his arms; however, he was powerless to stop them as they locked into position and began to melt into each other, gradually losing all definition and merging into a thick, muscular tail. His feet, sticking incongruously out of his new appendage, melded together and flattened, forming a vertical triangular tailfin; its shape gave him an idea of what he was becoming.

“A shark?”

“See? Something cool.”

His carefully-coiffed dark hair soon disappeared, as a triangular fin grew from the back of his head. His mouth and nose merged, forming a blunt-ended snout over a gaping maw full of jagged teeth; meanwhile, pillars of flesh pushed his darkening eyes out of the sides of his head in opposite directions, forming a huge hammer-head.

Despite all this, Gabe’s penis stood at full attention at the base of his new tail. As the demonic power flowed through his body, he could feel Hunter, Becky, and Nikki’s own arousal, feeding his own. He had tried to maintain his dignity throughout this entire weeks-long ordeal, but that was clearly at an end, given that he was transforming into a monstrous sex fish in front of his closest friends. He had to do something to relieve himself, even if it meant jerking himself off.

He flexed his fingers, and prepared to grab himself…only to watch in horror as his fingers fused together into a featureless paddle. His wiry arms lost all definition as they flattened out and shortened, leaving him with nothing more than useless, triangular fins flapping pitifully from his shoulders.

“Nrrroooo! Fhrrrk…fhrrrrk yyyyyh!” His mouth was no longer suited for human speech, but Nikki got his meaning.

“I like my men helpless, Gabe – you spend so much of your lives jacking off, you can probably survive a couple hours without it.” Nikki drew her claws softly against his chest, purring as he moaned. “I can feel how much it hurts, to have your cock so hard with nothing you can do about it. But I’m gonna make it allllll better.”

She slipped both hands around his member, and began to gently pull in opposite directions….and slowly, agonizingly, his penis began to cleanly split down the middle, leaving Nikki with a dick in each hand. Her growing grin showing all of her dagger-like teeth, Nikki slowly stroked Gabe’s genitals as they changed in her hands. She released them, denying him release, and revealed two smooth, inhuman members forming a huge, throbbing V.

The sensations coming from both of his cocks were excruciating – and without hands, he could do nothing about it. He groaned, tears of frustration collecting in his ink-black eyes, as Nikki caressed his heaving chest.

“Did I say ‘better’? I meant worse. Like, 100% worse. Well, someone’s going to have to do something about that. Maybe you, Amy?”

Amy sighed, resigned to her fate. Rather than wait for Nikki to slash her clothes off, she awkwardly undressed, leaving her shirt, jeans, and underwear in a neat little pile beside her desk before walking glumly to the head of the classroom.

Nikki examined the short, voluptuous girl, giving her a nod of approval. “Amy. Debate champion. Wise beyond your years. Staying up all through the night, preparing to swoop down on your opponents…you can probably see where I’m going with this, can’t you?”

Amy’s mind retreated to its safe space; rattling off fun facts. “Um, actually, owls aren’t particularly intelligent, despite – “

Nikki cut her off. “Nobody likes an ‘um, actually’, Amy.”

Amy screeched as a black quill pushed out of her shoulder; she watched intently as it fanned out, forming a feather. Soon, it was joined by another…and another…and another, as dark feathers spread across her shoulders and down her back. Her arms twisted and her fingers melted into each other as they unfolded into a pair of spindly wings, which quickly filled out as long feathers pushed out of her flesh.

Amy was afraid; she was, at heart, a coward. She’d only gone along with the whole “demonic cabal” thing to avoid falling behind the rest of the school’s elite; while it had worked out for a while, the failed attempt to sacrifice Nikki had turned her life into a waking nightmare. And now she would never be fully human again.

Softer, lighter feathers began growing on her breasts, stomach, and thighs. Her feet and calves contorted, forcing her onto her tiptoes as their flesh shriveled and hardened, reducing them to skeletal talons. Nikki groped her feathered breasts, squeezing them just enough to hurt a little – not that Amy minded, at this point, as the transformative energy of her cult-mates poured into her erogenous zones. “Mm. I couldn’t cover these up too much, Amy.”

A short tail pushed painfully out of Amy’s backside; she craned her neck to get a better look at it, not realizing that she’d rotated her head 180 degrees. She remained transfixed by it as long tailfeathers grew out of it, giving her an impressive tail that flowed smoothly into her plumage-covered back.

Tiny white feathers began flowing over her face, leaving it in stark contract to the rest of her obsidian plumage. Her skull cracked and crunched, as her eyes grew into huge orbs, and her lips, teeth, and nose flowed together into a sharply curved beak. The change finally completed, leaving her with an eerily minimalistic heart-shaped face framed by the dark feathers that had once been her hair.

Amy hooted, softly, folding her wings against her body. She found, surprisingly, that she was no longer afraid. She was already enslaved to a vengeful cat-demon who’d just transformed her into a bird-monster – what could happen to her in the future that could possibly be worse? She did have an immediate need, however – the transformation had left her in a state of sexual frenzy, and she no longer had fingers…

Nikki caressed the side of Amy’s new face. “Terrifying and adorable. I just want to feed you a mouse, or something…but I think there’s something else you’d rather have in that beak right now.”

Amy’s molten eyes fell on Gabe’s bifurcated genitals, and she awkwardly walked over to the side of the bed. Gabe, despite his torment, watched nervously as she pulled herself up on the bed and began approaching his left penis, sharp beak open. Luckily for him, however, she was exceedingly careful, and slowly took his entire length into her mouth. She began to bob up and down slowly, her tongue exploring his smooth new organ as he finally experienced a sense of relief. Amy, for her part, was actually enjoying the experience – Gabe had seemed so unattainable, but here he was, at her sexual mercy! Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad, after all…

Nikki stroked Becky’s damp head as Amy’s newfound bliss flowed into her; the cat-girl let out the slightest mew, spurring her amphibious subject to balance poor Gabe out. The overstimulated frog-girl leaped into action, her lengthy tongue at the ready. Soon, Gabe’s rightmost member was buried deep within her maw.

Maddened with arousal, Becky soon had one of her own webbed hands plunged into her slimy womanhood. Amy, lacking any digits, was clumsily trying to stimulate herself with her wings, to no avail.

Nikki sighed. “Gabe, come on. Be a fucking gentleman.”

On command, Gabe curled his long, muscular tail around and inserted his triangular caudal fin into Amy, making her flap her wings frantically as her huge eyes rolled back in her skull with pleasure.

Nikki cackled with glee. “God, it’s like if Hieronymus Bosch directed porn. I love it.”

As her friends descended into a nightmarish monster orgy, Chloe stood up. “I held up my end of the deal, Nikki.”

Nikki, for once, seemed surprised. “…deal?”

“I…I sent you an e-mail…”

“Did you? Lemme check.” Nikki pulled her phone out of thin air and began scrolling. “Oh yeah, I set your e-mails to go straight to spam. Lessee…oh, so the other members of the cult are going attack me today? Good to know.”

Chloe’s face fell. “So…so you didn’t even need…”

“Nope.” Nikki read on. “Oh, here we go. ‘In exchange for my cooperation, I request only that, should you decide to transform the other cult members, I receive an equine form’. Rich girls and horses. I’ll never understand it.”

Nikki made a come-hither gesture, and Chloe found herself compelled to walk towards Nikki, whose other hand was gently stroking Hunter’s flame-red mane. Chloe’s legs carried her, step by step, until she was uncomfortably close to her mistress; close enough to feel Nikki’s hard nipples poking into her, to smell her smoky breath, and to see every fleck in her poison-green eyes. “Plus, you wanted to be a matching set with Jock Bronco here. Handsome beefcake and pretty rich girl – that’s how you people carry on the species, huh? Well, fine. You get the Beelzebub special.”

She pulled Chloe into a tight embrace and kissed her passionately. Chloe was initially apprehensive, but decided to lean into it, feeling Nikki’s rough tongue slide against her own. Why not enjoy this? She knew that challenging Nikki head-on was insane, but she also knew that under her demonic trappings, Nikki was nothing more than trailer trash; easily manipulated by anyone with half a brain. Someone like Chloe, for example. She was sure that before long, she’d have this Satanic slut wrapped around her fingers.

Nikki released Chloe, who felt the fires of Hell flowing through her tall, athletic body. Her hands began to tingle, and she looked down at them, expecting them to transform into hooves. Before her eyes, their flesh hardened and darkened…then spread up her arms, replacing her skin with segmented armor. Her fingers hardened into sharp claws as she balled them into fists.

“No!”

Nikki smiled, cruelly. “Did you know ‘Beelzebub’ means ‘lord of the flies’? Good thing Amy has a beak full of shark dick, because you just know she would have blurted it out.”

“But I – I warned you…”

“Snitches get stitches, flygirl. You’re really lucky that your friends are too busy fucking and/or sucking to hear how you sold them all out. And I’m not gonna tell them, because I don’t want our little club to get all back-stabby. But you’ll always know that deep down, you’re a spineless little insect.”

Nikki forcefully tore Chloe’s blouse open, revealing her bare torso; her firm breasts and gym-honed abs were now coated in glossy green chitin.

Translucent wings burst wetly from her back, tearing holes in her now-ragged shirt; they fluttered for a few moments as ichor pumped into them, inflating them to their full size. Soon, an extra set of insectile arms pushed painfully out of her sides, finally tearing her top off – as if they possessed a mind of their own, they started to feel up her breasts and abdomen.

Her legs, too, itched as the segmented armor crept over them; her slacks were becoming tighter and tighter, especially as her toned, athletic butt began to swell into the kind of booty she’d previously sneered at. She was thankful, at least, that it wasn’t an egg-sac. Soon her pants, too, tore to shreds; her shoes were next, ripping open to reveal something between a human foot and an insectile claw.

She tried to force her eyes shut, but they refused to close; instead they just got bigger and bigger, taking up more and more of her face before they split into thousands of individual lenses, forming compound eyes. She felt around her face, feeling her still-humanoid nose, mouth, and chin, but they were now dwarfed by her gigantic eyes, which were giving her views of her horrific new body from every angle.

A pair of jointed, spiky antennae forced their way out of her skull; they felt like they were rooted in her brain, and they instantly flooded her mind with the scents, sounds, and tastes of the monstrous sex creatures that had been her friends.

She fell to her knees, feeling her insides churn as her organs liquefied and reformed. Nikki simply watched, her expression contemptuous. “I didn’t go full Cronenberg with you, Chloe – I mean, when this is all over, I’m still gonna want to fuck you, so I left out the really gross bug parts. I’ll have to settle for sloppy seconds, though.”

Chloe’s antennae were picking up something new. It was heady, musky, and virile – like a cross between a locker room and a barn. Sweaty. Hairy. Manly.

Her tongue felt strange in her mouth, but she could still speak, albeit with a pronounced buzz. “Hunterrrrr.”

She could hear his hooves clopping on the floor behind her. With her newly 360-degree vision, she saw his monstrous manhood was fully erect, and his infernal eyes were burning with lust.

He wanted her. Even though she was a gruesome mixture of woman and insect, he wanted her. Deep down, despite everything that had happened, that made her feel good.

Seized by desire, she fell to all fours – sixes? – and raised her abdomen, exposing her genitals. She felt his hot breath on them; then, his muscular tongue. She shuddered in anticipation.

Nikki had pulled up a chair, and had her feet up on a desk. “Have fun making horseflies, you two.”

Hunter positioned himself behind Chloe, clumsily getting himself into position with his blocky hoof-hands; once he was secure, he plunged his cock into her depths. Not only were her new arms free to stimulate her clit and explore the erogenous zones of her new body, which they did with gusto, but her own desires were being spurred on by the sensations her antennae were still picking up from her friends on the bed as their lovemaking reached its crescendo. The sound of Amy’s talons scraping grooves into the floor as they began to curl in orgasm…the mossy pong of Becky’s slick skin as her long fingers pushed deep inside herself, hitting all her sensitive spots…the saltiness of Gabe’s cum as it finally erupted from his twin cocks.

They orgasmed simultaneously, and Chloe’s body responded in kind; she buzzed incoherently, her wings fluttering wildly, as her vagina clamped down on the meaty horsecock within it, tipping Hunter into climax as well. It was all too much for the rational part of her brain. As Hunter blasted his unholy seed into her, she lost herself in invertebrate oblivion. She’d have time to ponder her fate later; right now, she was a squirming, scuttling creature lost in mindless pleasure. Nothing else mattered.

Nikki felt Chloe surrender, and smiled. From a catlike crouch atop a desk, she surveyed her domain. Chloe and Hunter were in an exhausted pile, their intermingled fluids seeping out on to the floor. Amy and Becky, their appetites merely whetted, had turned their attentions to each other, and had crawled onto a lab bench to better explore Amy’s new body. Gabe was on the bed, his chest heaving as he recovered from his double-barrelled orgasm. All in all, a fine day’s work…

…except for the fact that she, personally, hadn’t had sex with anybody today. Well, that was about to change.

She crawled up on the bed, purring in anticipation, and presented Gabe with her own sorely-neglected womanhood.

“Time for a feeding frenzy, fishstick. Easy on the teeth.”

He complied with a grunt. As he went to work on her neglected nethers, she could feel new power surging through her lithe frame, courtesy of her three new familiars. With a total of five – one for each corner of the pentagram – her demonic powers had been vastly expanded. The world lay at her feet, and the possibilities were endless.

They were definitely going to get a second air hockey table.
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I love this series! Would love to see who they invite into the coven when they get that air hockey table!
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I love this series! Would love to see who they invite into the coven when they get that air hockey table!
I have to admit, it’s difficult to come up with further sequel ideas when the primary aspect of the lead character’s personality is being hella lazy...
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