After the rather intense introduction she had been given to Niamh’s powers, Laura began to see the fae enchanting herself and her roommates more frequently. As both Olivia and Haley had promised, Niamh generally didn’t go quite that hard; it was far more common for her to stumble across two of her roommates making out and fondling each other - or sometimes full-on going at it - in a corner; or to look in a mirror and jump as she realised that somehow, she’d taken off her top without noticing; or, at most, get home and discover that what she really wanted to do right now was to get on her knees and start eating Niamh out, and not noticing anything unusual about that urge until the fae had squirted all over her face. Sure, more out-there, kinky things also happened, but Niamh was generally better at either negotiating beforehand or knowing what Laura wanted than she had demonstrated that previous morning. So, after they’d agreed to Niamh making it happen, it pretty much became a routine thing for Olivia to be turned into a doll again and one of the others to take her for a spin; or for Haley to turn into a meek, submissive thing calling the other three “Mistress”; or for Niamh to wrap her arms around Laura and start gently, softly melting her brain and body into a pile of blank, horny mush as the other two toyed with her. Laura had even taken to making a request of it at times, as it was very useful for reducing her stress - a request Niamh was only too happy to indulge, both because of the unfettered access it gave her to Laura’s body, but also, Laura came to suspect, because she genuinely enjoyed using her powers to help her roommates out in this way.

This suspicion was confirmed when she got home late one evening and, as she fumbled the keys in the door, heard a “Mrow!” from somewhere inside, accompanied by, ever-so-faintly, the jingling of a bell. Laura was often the last to get home, as her work was the furthest away, so it was far from uncommon for her to hear the sounds of something kinky happening inside, but… pet-play was certainly a new one. Assuming they hadn’t actually got a cat, of course, which… no, she remembered, that was preposterous. Cats, for some reason, did not get along with Niamh in the slightest.

Deciding it was better to be safe anyway - and that she would probably have to protect someone’s decency, at the very least - Laura only slipped the door open a crack, squeezing inside. She realised that was a very good idea when something - she wasn’t quite sure what yet, as she was too busy wrangling her keys and her phone and everything else - bumped into her legs and started rubbing against her and purring. Eventually looking down, she was greeted with a sight that was both exactly what she’d expected and, at the same time, incredibly surreal.

It was Haley at her feet, crawling on their hands and knees, back arched as they stretched against her. They were wearing pretty much the full costume: ear headband; dark blue collar around their neck with a bell and a nametag Laura couldn’t quite read; a tail attached to… yup, that was definitely a butt plug; and nothing else, exposing their gorgeously toned body. The heat in the house seemed to be set higher than usual, probably to keep them comfortable and compensate for their lack of fur. Sensing Laura’s attention on them, Haley looked up, making direct eye contact. Their expression was completely guileless, eyes wide as they wordlessly pleaded for attention. Feeling a sudden burst of confidence - one that, with a couple months of experience, Laura was pretty sure was Niamh enchanting her from somewhere, but this time she was definitively grateful for the little nudge - she bent down to gently pat their head. “What a cute kitty,” she cooed, drawing a slight purr from Haley. “What’s your name, gorgeous?”

She tried to reach for their nametag, but at that point, Olivia’s voice rang softly through the room. “I see Petal’s already got you wrapped round their… dewclaw, I guess?”

“Whadda you mean? I’m-” Haley - Petal? - chose this moment to flop onto their back, and Laura followed them immediately, stooping to rub their tummy. “Alright, fair point. This is… uh… new.”

Olivia frowned. “Did they not… No, of course they didn’t; why am I even asking? I love those two to bits, but they can be such monumental scatterbrains at times. I assume you’ve not been filled in on Petal, then?”

“You mean this is a regular thing?”

“Ehh… not regular regular - I mean, clearly not; you’ve been here, what, a month, two, without this happening? But it’s definitely an established thing. You’ve probably gathered that Haley has to deal with a bunch of monumental assholes on the regular at work, right?”

Laura nodded; she was very familiar with Haley ranting about their coworkers’ or boss’ or clients’ latest masterpiece of stupidity or annoyingness over dinner or a movie. Typically, they’d be stopped by one of the girls pulling them into a hug, or, less commonly, by Niamh briefly zapping their mind. Today, however, it seemed the fae had been asked for a more direct approach, which Olivia’s next words confirmed.

“So, yeah, if they’ve had a particularly stressful day… then they ask Niamh to bring Petal out for the evening, and… well, even I have to admit that it works wonders. And they’re very cute into the bargain.” She gestured towards the enchanted human, who was now lying sprawled out on the rug, licking at Laura’s fingers with a dazed expression on their face.

“I see. So, uh, how long’s it gonna last? Not that I have any problems with it, of course, it’s just useful to know…”

“Typically, until the next morning, although Niamh sometimes feels like she can bring them up sooner. We’ve got systems for everything; Petal’s got food and water bowls, and they can still behave enough like a human when they need to so things don’t get too awkward.”

Laura realised that at some point, she had sat down and Petal had wormed their way into her lap, still licking her hand. Resigning herself to her fate, she brought her other hand round to scratch them between their cat ears. “Right; speaking of awkwardness… what are Petal’s boundaries? Like, do we treat them completely like a cat, or…”

Olivia crouched down next to the two of them and took up tummy-rub duty. “You can essentially think of this as deep-immersion petplay. They’re fine with sex stuff, if that’s what you’re asking; matter of fact, Petal seems to pretty much be in heat at every time of year. I’ve suggested that we should take them to the vet, but-”

She was cut off by a hiss from the cat in question, accompanied by a half-hearted swipe of the… claws? Laura decided she should keep in-character as much as possible here. “Oi!” she scolded. “Naughty kitty!”

“What are you saying about Petal, dear?” Niamh’s voice cut through the room as she emerged from the kitchen, looking unusually frazzled as whatever she’d been cooking had clearly given her some trouble.

Olivia spoke up. “All I did was say the v-word, and Petal tries to claw my eyes out!”

Niamh rolled her eyes fondly. “You know how sensitive they get about that subject, dear.” She approached the three of them; Petal was still clearly on-edge, muscles tensed with Laura’s hand frozen atop their head. “Hey, kitty,” Niamh soothed. “You don’t need to worry about what she’s saying…” She gently stroked one of their cheeks with a finger and they almost immediately went boneless again in Laura’s lap, purring louder. “There’s a good kitty.” The fae turned to Laura. “I trust they otherwise made a good first impression?”

Laura nodded. “Y-yeah, they’re… really cute like this.”

Niamh smiled broadly. “Aren’t they just?”

It transpired that Petal was even more affectionate than Haley typically was, and so Laura found herself spending almost all the rest of her time before dinner cuddling up with the cat, cycling between giving them pats on the head, letting them lick her fingers, rubbing their tummy, and scritching just above their tail, depending on how they moved. She almost found herself forgetting that this was actually an enchanted human, so convincing was the act. Eventually, Niamh called for dinner, and Laura reluctantly extricated herself from the effective dead-weight that was a relaxed Petal, making her way into the dining room. Petal was given their dinner in a separate room; Olivia quietly explained to Laura that Petal preferred to eat pretty much like a cat, but that Haley would rather that they weren’t seen doing it, a stance that Laura fully sympathised with.

After dinner, they ended up all cuddled up on the couch, Petal’s body sprawled over the other three, getting lavished with affection. It felt less like a conscious decision and more like an inevitability that their attentions grew more charged and intense, as friendly kisses became heated and petting hands inched closer to more sensitive areas, and eventually Olivia clapped her hands and announced that they were all heading off to whoever’s bedroom was on the rota for group sex, unless anyone had any objections. That turned out to be Laura’s, and so soon they were all collapsed on her bed, the women rapidly entering various states of undress as Petal’s vocalisations began to take on a more whining, desperate edge. Niamh casually ran a hand through Petal’s folds, her fingers coming away glistening. “I believe our kitty’s in need of a good breeding, don’t you think?” she asked the room. “Who’s up first?”

“Not tonight,” Laura immediately said, quiet but firm. “I-I’m fine to keep going, but I don’t wanna…”

The others immediately nodded, and Niamh turned to Olivia. “Your call, then.”

Olivia shucked the last of her clothes and grinned in anticipation. “Me first, I think. Niamh, could you get-” Their harness, a strap-on already in place, manifested in the fae’s hands, along with a bottle of lube. “Perfect.”

The four of them were soon arranged so that Petal was lying partly in Laura’s lap, their head just beneath her breasts and their back barely brushing against the panties that she’d opted to keep on. Olivia was on all fours above them, getting herself ready; Niamh was somewhere off to the side, ready to lend a hand - so to speak. “You ready for me, kitty?” Olivia murmured. Petal let out a pleading yowl, accompanied by a slight nod of the head, and Olivia smiled. “Good kitty,” she cooed, and began to slowly push the strap inside them. Petal gave off a long, rumbling purr, edged with something more desperate which settled down as Laura began to toy with their breasts, gently stroking their head until Olivia was buried to the hilt inside them. Then Olivia began to gently thrust into them, producing a series of small, quiet mews from Petal as their body rocked up against Laura’s, providing gentle friction against her crotch - a novel sensation, but a very welcome one. Both humans began to murmur soothingly to Petal, telling them what a good kitty they were, how well they were doing, as their hands roamed across their face and chest and their eyes steadily grew more and more glazed over as they were drawn ever deeper into the kitty headspace. Then Niamh made her presence known, sliding her own hands into the space between Olivia and Petal, reaching areas neither of the others could, and Petal’s breath grew shorter and their cries more frantic, and then all three women, as one, leaned in and whispered, “Come for us, kitty.” Petal practically shot off the bed with a yell of delight, some of Haley’s voice leaking back through as they writhed and moaned and melted with pleasure, before slumping back down, boneless against Laura’s body.

Olivia gently eased the toy out of Petal’s body, causing them to shudder with pleasure. Slipping the harness off, the black-haired woman wasted no time in scooching up their form until she was face-to-face with Laura. Grabbing Petal by the shoulders, she gently shoved them behind herself so that their face lined up with her crotch, and, without much ceremony, she dropped herself on their face. The moan she let out before pressing her lips against Laura’s in a kiss the brunette was only too willing to reciprocate showed both that Petal had got the memo and was putting their tongue to work; and that Olivia had gotten herself quite worked up in the process of fucking them. She was soon clinging tightly to Laura, arms wrapping around her shoulders as her hips rolled against Petal’s face, and was then panting and cursing as Niamh again added her hands to the mix, before Olivia moaned throatily into Laura’s mouth as she climaxed.

As Olivia rolled off of them, Petal’s eyes opened again, looking up at her beseechingly. “You ready for another round already, kitty?” the Korean woman chuckled. Niamh, Laura belatedly realised, was already strapped up. “You wanna do the honours this time, then?”

“With pleasure,” Niamh smiled. Grabbing Petal by the shoulders, she effortlessly flipped them over so they were now on all fours. “Where do you want to be, Laura?”

Laura fidgetted slightly. “I, uh. Well, I’m, um, certainly turned on, but I…” She trailed off awkwardly.

Olivia drew breath to make a suggestion, but she was interrupted by a quiet mrrp?, and Laura felt Petal nuzzling against… oh. Oh, that was, for her in this moment, far hotter than if she’d been naked, Petal’s cheek and breath warm against her still-clothed crotch. Olivia chuckled instead. “Well, it looks like they’ve sorted it for us, then.”

Laura bit back a moan and nodded in agreement as Petal settled themself more firmly in between her now spread legs and tentatively licked her through the fabric of her panties. “Good kitty,” she gasped out, and as Niamh pushed the toy into their slick folds, that was all the incentive they needed to begin licking and mouthing at Laura in earnest. Some part of her worried that it wouldn’t be an especially enjoyable experience, licking the rough lace of the panties rather than the soft flesh beneath, but Petal didn’t seem to care as Laura bucked against their mouth, instead just looking up at her with nothing but a single-minded, animalistic devotion in their eyes. Laura knew that somewhere, Niamh was breeding Petal, playing with their tail plug at the same time; that somewhere, Olivia was running her hands and trailing kisses over Laura’s body, but none of that mattered as Petal mouthed at and purred against her crotch, and then she was coming, soaking her panties and seeing white and babbling at Petal, who was also calling out again in their own climax, and then Laura settled down into a still, dreamy haze.

Laura woke up properly the next morning, in clean clothes and bedsheets, with Haley curled up next to her, snoring - or maybe purring? - gently. She vaguely recalled Niamh mentioning that Petal wasn’t really meant to sleep in anyone else’s beds and that this would be a one-time, but she also remembered Olivia saying that they’d made a “one-time exception” the last 5 times Petal had come out, so.

Speaking of, Haley’s eyes blinked open, and she looked up at Laura, still curled into her side, with a lazy smile. “Hey, gorgeous,” they whispered. “Did Petal make a good first impression?” They maintained a calm façade as ever, but Laura could tell they were ever so slightly nervous, or possibly embarrassed.

“They were incredible,” she assured them, moving to plant a kiss on the crown of their head. “And very cute.”

Haley laughed quietly. “Keep saying that, and you might convince me to go cat mode full-time…”

“You’re a better conversation partner.”

“Heh. There is that, I suppose.” They let the silence sit for a bit, before asking, “D’you wanna get up yet?”

“Nah. Today can wait a bit.”

“I was hoping you’d say that…” And Haley wrapped their arms around Laura, pulling her back into a cuddle.