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(Man to Cat)

“Brian, you are such a jerk!” Tiffany stomped her foot, looking up to her older brother. It wasn’t fair that he could just decide to blow her off for Halloween-especially after her mom had told him to take her trick-or-treating. She’d even gotten dressed up as a witch, and looked very good in it too.

“Yeah, well… That’s not what Matt thinks. Sorry, sis, but… You know, I gotta do what I gotta do. And what I gotta do is spend a Halloween watching horror flicks, and not babysitting. Nothing personal, but… I’ve got better things to do.” Brian chuckled, pulling the popcorn out of the microwave.

“Y-yeah? Well, you promised mom!”

“Yeah. I promised her. Not you. Now go to your room or something.” Brian snorted. “I’m sure your little Let’s Play-er crush is doing some kind of Halloween stream.”

Tiffany blushed and crossed her arms. “You’re gonna regret this! You should’ve been a good boy!”

“Good boy? Jesus, sis. Learn how to insult someone.” Brian laughed, walking into the other room. As far as he was concerned, the matter was done and settled. He’d start the marathon with Matt, and Tiffany would… Do whatever it was she did.

While he wasn’t wrong, he also had no idea what Tiffany usually did… Or what she was about to do. The girl furrowed her brow, took a deep breath, then sighed calmingly. She closed her eyes, and began to chant in a language that wasn’t made of words; wasn’t conceived of by humans…

The Little Witch’s Revenge

The horror movie was on, the remake of John Carpenter’s classic, The Thing. Or was it a prequel and not a remake? Brian didn’t care. Instead, he focused on the movie, watching with wide eyes as another person got devoured by the unnamed alien.

Matt stood up as though entranced, his eyes lightening from their brown to a brilliant shade of green. Brian didn’t notice, too engrossed. He leaned in a little closer as his friend wandered off, though Brian wasn’t entirely watching the movie. Rather, he was more focused on the TV, at the colorful pictures that were flicking across it.

Tiffany climbed onto Matt’s empty seat on the couch, humming to herself quietly. She grabbed the remote from Brian’s lap and turned towards the screen, flicking it over to Air Bud. Brian didn’t react, not finding the movie as engrossing anymore.

He felt hands on his hair and tensed briefly, though he soon relaxed. Tiffany was petting his hair, and it was the oddest, most calming sensation of his life. He sank back into the couch, groaning with relief at how good it felt and not noticing as his hair started to lighten to a bright yellow.

“Oh, that’s a good boy… Though I bet you wish that you’d taken me outside.” Tiffany hummed cutely.

At the last word she said, Brian’s bladder cramped. He had to use the bathroom more than he’d ever had to go in his entire life, and he made as if to stand, thinking of the toilet. He paused a second later, a little unsure of himself.

For some reason, every time he tried to think of the porcelain throne, he could only think of drinking the water inside. “Uh… I… Uhh…” He groaned, in a stupor. Then it came to him. “Oh! I need to be let outside!”

“Oh, of course you do.” Tiffany giggled. She hopped from the couch, leading him to the back door and opening it for him.

Something niggled at the back of his mind, a little voice in his head telling him that something wasn’t right. Brian couldn’t quite place what it was, even as he lowered his trousers, doing his business on the grass like an animal. He pulled his pants up and shook his head with confusion, walking back to Tiffany and bending down so she could pat his head more.

“That’s right!” The girl giggled, waving her hand and cleaning the backyard lawn. She then pet him with both hands before ushering him back inside, leading him to a table with a blue collar on it.

Before Brian knew what he was doing, the collar was in his hands, and he read the name tag aloud. “Duke…” He breathed, lost in that dreamlike stupor. The young man turned the collar around in his hands, feeling the soft leather and imagining it around his neck.

Then he felt it around his neck as he pulled it snugly taut. It was a perfect fit, and it filled him with a happiness that he didn’t know was possible. Sure, it was a dog collar, but… He didn’t care, it made him look good.

He walked past Matt, pausing as he got a better look at his friend. The dark-haired man was licking at his arm again and again, playing his tongue along the orange fur that covered his skin.

“Hey… Matt… You okay?” Brian asked, a little embarrassed. He knew that something was wrong about what he was seeing, but he couldn’t place it. Hopefully Matt would know something about it…

“Ah, you know. Cat business.” Matt replied, giving his arm a few more licks, turning it before his green eyes. Then he moved onto the other arm giving it one good lick before pausing. “Though… I don’t think I like ‘Matt’, you know? I think Oscar’s a way better name.”

“Yeah, sorry Oscar. I don’t know what I was thinking.” Brian laughed, running his hands through his own golden hair, hair that had been brown just minutes before. The nagging feeling wouldn’t go away, but if Oscar didn’t think that anything was wrong…

Brian scratched at his ears, walking back towards the couch. They felt… He didn’t know. Wrong? They were long and floppy and furry like they’d always been… The man frowned, trying to get to the bottom of what was happening. It was almost like he was in some sort of dream, when all he wanted to do was play fetch and nap in the sun, but something was telling him not to…

DIIIING DONG

“RAOWF! WOOF! ARF!” Brian barked, the compulsion too great to resist. He shook his head and tossed his ears with the motion, clearing his mind. That wasn’t right… He wasn’t supposed to bark at that, was he? Or… Bark at all?

He walked to the door, picking up the candy bowl and looking to the assorted kids before him. “Trick or treat!” They chimed, holding out little bags.

Brian could smell them, his dark and wet nose easily picking up the odor of children and their overly perfumed parents. He knew exactly which kids didn’t bathe that night, and which ones had bought costumes from that musty store down the road.

“Hey, rocking costume!” One of the mothers, a woman dressed as a witch, gave Brian a thumbs-up. She smelled strongly of lilacs, and he struggled not to get a closer whiff of her… Then her words started to sink in.

“I’m… Not wearing a costume.” Brian replied, slowly surfacing from the dream. He felt his ears droop slightly on his head and forced a smile to his face, winking. “Right?”

The mother laughed and turned, and Brian closed the door a little too quickly. His heart began to thump harder and harder in his chest and he raced towards the bathroom. The toilet beckoned to him as he pulled the door open, and he briefly entertained the thought of dunking his head into the bowl, of lapping up water until he was no longer thirsty.

Somehow he held back, looking to the mirror instead. What he saw was… Well, it wasn’t him. It was a cross between a Golden Retriever and his old face. He had the nose, the ears, even the slight cleft lip of a dog.

Worse, as he watched his tongue flopped out of his mouth, a string of drool dripping from it into the sink. “Ugh mah Gawd!” He slurred around it, pawing at his face, whimpering as his arms grew a thick coat of shaggy golden fur.

“Duke! Come!”

A voice called to him, and he had to follow it. There was no questioning his body’s impulse, though his mind was free to wander as he turned towards it. It was Tiffany, it had to be. His changed ears were so much better than they’d been before, so her voice sounded a little different… But he still recognized it.

She had to be the once behind this, had to be the one changing Duke… Duke. No, that wasn’t his name. His name was… The collar jingled as he walked into the room his sister was in, and Duke realized that she’d made him forget his own name. He’d get her for this… Once he figured out how to stop it.

“Tiffany!” He growled, slurping his tongue back into his mouth. “I”

That was as far as he got before she pulled out a tennis ball. Immediately all thoughts flew from his mind that weren’t relevant to the ball.

Ball! Ball! He wanted the ball, wanted to fetch it wanted to catch it ball! Duke panted hotly, drooling down his chin onto his shirt. He wanted the ball, needed the ball, and he whined like a pitiful dog pleading for it.

“You want it? You want it?” Tiffany cooed, before laughing and throwing it down the hall. “Then go get it, boy!”

Duke dashed off after it, making it two steps before he fell onto his hands. It was his hips, they’d popped and had forced him onto all fours like an animal. He didn’t care ball! He wanted the ball needed it! Drool dripped onto the floor as he scampered after it on all fours, grabbing it with his hands only for it to bounce to the ground as they regressed into paws.

He settled for picking it up with his mouth, which grew just enough to be able to hold it. Duke waggled his butt and turned back towards Tiffany, padding towards her with nothing but pride in his heart.

“Oh, such a good boy! Such a good boy!” Tiffany picked the drool-covered ball from his mouth, scratching his cheeks and his head. “Who’s my good boy, huh? Who’s my good, good boy?”

Duke panted, nodding eagerly.

“Yeah, Brian, you’re such a good boy!”

Brian. Brian! That was his old name! He pulled back from Tiffany’s embrace, a look of fear and distrust plain in his eyes. He whimpered, looking up to her. “N-no! Wait, stop this!”

A pressure at the base of his spine told him that his changes weren’t anywhere close to ending, and he groaned as he felt a tail slowly begin to stretch out from his body. It was the strangest feeling, having something like that give him mixed pleasure and terror.

“Oops! You’re right. I mean Duke! Are you my good boy? Are you, Duke?” Tiffany cooed, scratching his long, heavy ears.

“Guuuhhhaaah…” Brian began, groaning as his tail surged out with her touch. It was growing and growing, longer and longer, until he could take it no more! “Duke is! Duke is a good boy!” Duke barked, tail exploding from his pants, wagging madly.

At this point Oscar, formerly Matt, decided to saunter into the room. He was much smaller now, walking on all fours much like Duke did. Duke watched in horror as his friend’s ears drew to triangular points, sliding to the top of his head.

Perhaps the worst part of it all was how contented the orange cat looked. “Oscar! No! Don’t give in!” Duke pleaded, his tail slinking between his legs. He whimpered like a dog pleadingly, hoping more than anything that he could get through to his friend.

Oscar only purred in response, his own tail curling out from his spine. “Mew, reow.” The cat hummed, hopping up to Tiffany, who scooped him into her arms.

“Aw, that’s right! You’re so much better like this, aren’t you, Oscar?” The little witch giggled, scratching the cat and smiling as he purred his assent.

Duke’s mind was a mess. He wanted to be terrified, but he could feel himself slipping. Oscar just looked so contented, and he wanted that content and he knew that all he had to do was recognize her as his owner… No! She was his sister!

He whimpered, lowering his head between his paws, feeling his face begin to stretch out into a muzzle. It was so hard to think, so hard to do anything but love Tiffany.

His ears shot up as the door opened, and Duke rushed towards it. “Woof! Gawwof! Hewoof! Herrlp meeeooof!” He pleaded, his words part canine and part human. It was a smell he recognized, the same lilac shampoo his mother wore!

He scampered to the door, and sure enough, she was there! He panted happily as his face finished stretching out into a muzzle, and he nuzzled into her hands. “Grrowf! Wroof!” He could only bark now, but Victoria had seen him before he had finished changing, she had to realize that he was her son!

“Oh, my! Tiffany, what have you done to your brother?” Victoria looked up to the girl. Then she smiled from ear to ear, like the cat that had just caught the canary. “Well done, very well done.”

Duke’s half-formed hopes were as dashed as quickly as they’d formed, and he looked to the woman with shock and betrayal.

“You know, a witch of your age can only do this on Halloween night, so don’t get too full of yourself… But it really was well done. Is that Brian’s friend?”

Brian! His name! Brian struggled to hang onto that, growling apprehensively. Brian, he was Brian, his name was Brian Brian

“Oh, whoops. You didn’t change his mind all the way, I see. I get it, it’s much harder to cast on your bloodline than it is someone unrelated.” Victoria reached down to Brian’s head, stroking his fur with both hands. “But mommy can make this all better.”

Briuke no Druke Buke Duke his name Duke good boy he was a good boy human no dog humadog dog he was a dog dog dumb dog loving dog

Duke’s eyes glazed over as Victoria strokes his head lovingly. He was a dog in mind and body, now and forever… And he loved his owner! Duke covered Victoria’s face in licks, wagging his tail madly and watching as her smooth skin soon gained a slight sheen thanks to his drool.

“Oh, my! He’s certainly a loving one!” Victoria laughed. “Pity the men in witch families never seem to last long… If Duke here ever goes back to being a human, I think he’ll just beg to be a dog again. As for…” She motioned to the cat.

“Oscar.”

“As for Oscar… Well, we’ll get to that when the time comes. I never really liked his family anyways.”

Tiffany hugged the cat close. “I wanna keep him…”

“Then you will! I know you always wanted a kitty, especially to keep you company when mommy’s away on business.” The older witch cooed, stroking her former son’s long, floppy ears.

“Oh! Weren’t you business-ing today? What happened?” Tiffany blinked, lowering Oscar to the ground. The cat mewled, then padded off to a cozy spot near the radiator.

Victoria laughed at that, clicking her fingers and vanishing the clothes on Duke’s body. “Well… I knew that Brian wouldn’t go trick-or-treating with you, especially with Matt around. Naturally, that made me curious what you’d do to them. So… I hope you don’t mind, but I watched over you tonight, wanted to see what you’d do with your powers when left ‘alone’.”

“And?” Tiffany looked almost guilty, toeing the floor anxiously. “I don’t wanna be changed too…”

“Oh! Silly girl, I’m not going to punish you! This was a test, and you passed with flying colors. Though, on the note of flying, and changing you…” Victoria waved her hand, and a glamour passed over the two of them.

Just like that, the two took on the appearance of traditional witches, with green skin, warts, crooked noses… Victoria even gave them the black crooked caps that were so often seen in the movies. The mother smiled at her daughter’s awestruck expression, then turned towards the deal.

“Now, then, my little pretty…” She cackled in a witchy voice, winking. “Let’s see how many tricks we can pull for our treats!”

Tiffany conjured a leash for her new dog and attached it to his collar, and with that they headed out for a full night of trick-or-treating. Duke helped her far more as a Golden Retriever than he had as a man, as all the parents gave her extra candy for ‘pretending’ she turned her brother into her pet.