(All characters in this story are over 18.)
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Black cats had almost gone extinct, most of them having been drowned ten years ago when the village government decided to make them illegal. But still, Ruby recognized one when she found it on the street, and when it followed her home she knew what it meant. She was destined to be a witch.
"I should have known a girl like you would be chosen," her mother, Pearl, said, clicking her tongue. She stirred the pot on the fire a little more roughly than strictly necessary. "That's what happens to girls who grow up without a father."
Ruby shrugged her shoulders and the black cat began coiling itself around her legs as though it already owned her, which if you believed the legends, it actually did. This was kind of scary, but still, Ruby didn't really care. She was getting to the age when she really ought to get married, and she wasn't looking forward to it. All the men in the village were pathetic. Besides, she already knew she didn't have to get married to have fun!
Witches didn't have to get married. They got to live at the edge of town and weave spells and make potions, sometimes giving out magic cloaks or some such rubbish to a passing soldier or prince in disguise in exchange for a little kindness. It sounded like a wonderful adventure compared to sitting around the house cooking, cleaning and tending fires all day, which was what most women did.
"Now don't you let that beast ruin you," Pearl said crossly, waving a spatula with bits of stew still clinging to it at her daughter.
Ruby waked up the stairs to the bedchamber and closed the door behind her. What could her mother possibly mean by that? It sounded like what she would say in the morning when Ruby left the house to get tutored together with the village boys: "Now, don't let your guard down and don't get too close to anyone, or you might be ruined!" she'd yell as Ruby would run out the door with a little bit of food for the teacher. So, Ruby didn't let her guard down, but she didn't have any fun either, except when she'd go down to the river after class and strip off her clothes and feel the cold water run between her legs or when she'd sprawl on the warm stones and touch herself. Of course, no one ever saw any of that, so it didn't count. A man had to touch you in order to ruin you, and even then there were times when it didn't count.
Ruby's mother had been the May Queen at the fertility festival years ago, and every man in the village had taken his turn with her. That's how Ruby was conceived, and that's why there was always tax money to take care of her.
Suitors still came for Ruby's mother, while they never came for ruined women. It was entirely her fault that she turned them all away. It was her fault Ruby never had a father. There was no reason for her to be clicking her tongue and making such remarks.
"Cats don't ruin people," Ruby said, picking the cat up and kissing in on the forehead. The cat purred. It wasn't half bad, being a witch, Ruby thought, stroking the cat's soft black fur. The fluff felt good against her face and hands, it was like handling a velvet cloth. Ruby couldn't wait until she could move to the edge of town and start weaving spells and the like.
She curled up on her straw mattress and fell sound asleep. She barely stirred when the cat jumped up next to her and curled up against her back.
That night Ruby dreamt that her body was being carried down river, and the water seemed to flow into her, pushing between her legs and making her writhe as she was carried further and further away from her little village. She felt more incredibly free than she ever did in her entire life, and at the same time with so little control of her destiny it made her shiver with trepidation.
Ruby awoke to find another girl in her bed, who had somehow managed to wiggle her way between Ruby's legs.
The girl moaned loudly as she continued to feast between Ruby's legs. Ruby didn't quite know what to do. She had never done or felt anything like this before, and wasn't entirely sure whether or not she liked it. It was way too overpowering. She couldn't lie back on her bed and take it at all, and it felt like every muscle in her body was conspiring against her to make her twist and turn every-which-way. Plus, there just seemed to be something wrong about having a complete stranger down there, thrusting her tongue in and out of her like that! Where did the girl come from and how did she manage to get into Ruby's bedroom?
The girl between her legs didn't let up, as though she didn't realize that Ruby was awake and writhing under her touch. Ruby couldn't think straight. Her head was completely filled with the hot bubbling sensation that was running through her. She gasped and began to moan.
She didn't like that one bit. She remembered her mother's voice in her head, warning her against letting herself be ruined. Is this what she meant? It felt so odd and so good. She pushed at the woman's head, trying to extricate it from between her legs, wanting to be free of the pleasurable torment. But the girl would not be moved. Instead, her tongue began to flick quicker and quicker, causing Ruby to moan louder and louder.
"No! No!" Ruby cried, though she was very near climax. "I can't stand it. It's too much! Oh please, do stop."
But it was no use. The woman would not stop.
"Oh, please! I do not know you. This doesn't feel right at all. Please, please, do leave me alone!" Ruby moaned, writhing on the bed. But still, the woman would not stop.
Ruby kicked out wildly with her legs and her foot collided with the woman's head.
"Ouch! What did you do that for?" the woman inquired, rubbing the place on her scalp where Ruby had kicked her. "I just thought you could use a good-morning orgasm, that's all." Ruby covered her mouth in shock. The woman had exactly same face as her, only darker. It was like looking into a dusty mirror.
"I told you to stop and you didn't listen," Ruby said, straightening up and feeling quite ruffled.
"Well, I beg your pardon, but I was far too busy wedging my tongue up your wet hole to hear you whine over a little pleasure."
"I didn't ask for this!" Ruby protested. "I don't even know who you are. I've never seen you before in my life."
"I followed you home yesterday from the river. Don't you remember? That's so impolite!" The woman exclaimed.
"If course I don't remember you!" Ruby exclaimed. "And I have no idea what you mean by following me home. I don't remember anyone following me home last night, and I wouldn't have let you into my bedroom even if you did! What kind of girl do you take me for?"
"A witch," the woman replied evenly. "And now I understand the source of the misunderstanding. You see, I'm the black cat."
"Wait! But cats don't just turn into people! It's unheard off!"
"Not any more unheard of that a girl being a witch," the girl replied. "It's all part of a magic spell what was cast a thousand years ago. A entire race of women was magically transfigured into cats to do the bidding of people with special magical abilities. When a familiar, which is what we're typically called, finds a mistress, she can revert back to her human form."
"But you look exactly like me!" Ruby cried. "That shouldn't be possible!"
"Yeah, well, that's part of the mystery of it. It's part of the magic link. You see, we're born with an image of our true form, and it's our job to hunt down someone who matches that image. That's how we know what to look for."