Ellin left her Calc 1 class as the bell rang overhead, book bag slung over her side. The guidance counselor's told her she had to apply herself more once she was in college, but these first two weeks were a breeze. She didn't have to interact with anyone she didn't want to, ate whenever she wanted, and studied things that interested her.
Well, except for Calc 1. Curse be that thing called gen ed requirements.
Ellin had only been eighteen for three weeks, but it was going fine... except for the "making friends" thing. She couldn't help it. She didn't like drinking; if she was going to pass out, better to do it in the middle of the day between classes.
At five-five, blonde with blue eyes with a lean figure and ample breasts, she attracted enough attention. Sadly, none of it interested her. It was hard to shed the hopeless romantics from the poon-hounds. None of them had what she was looking for.
She passed the bulletin board near the entrance and saw something that grabbed her attention. It must not have been posted when she entered the first time. It was a flier for something called the Cat Lovers Club. None of the little slips were torn from it. Apparently, nobody wanted to be part of the Cat Lovers Club.
That was a shame. Ellin loved cats. This was the first time in her entire life she hadn't lived with at least one cat in her life. She could recall all their names, their colors, and their temperaments. Even the notoriously grumpy Toby warmed up to her charms. Ellin was the only one to successfully deliver unto Toby a belly rub without getting all four claws in that hand.
Pets were not allowed on campus, of course. Except for fish. What a silly thing, to own a fish as a pet. You can't snuggle a fish. You could EAT a fish, possibly even dropping it straight down your throat like Top Cat, pulling out a perfectly clean fish skeleton. Ellin's stomach rumbled at the thought, but the only fish at the cafeteria came in stick form. It would have to do.
Ellin took the first slip off the flier. The meeting was tonight, at eight in this very building, in a classroom in the basement. Ellin had no other plans, other than homework.
She slipped the note in her jeans pocket and stepped outside. The sun had dimmed, and a shower had started.
Ellin growled to herself, picturing the pocket umbrella she owned, sitting in the closet of her dorm room right now, doing her no good. Ellin put the hood of her sweatshirt up and stomped out into the rain.
She hated the rain.
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It was eight-o'-clock. Thankfully, the rain had not lasted into the evening. It was refreshing to walk around campus without carrying a bag full of expensive books of dubious education value. Ellin returned to the building where she'd taken her Calc 1 class. The slip said this inaugural Cat Lovers Club meeting room said 113, the room at the very end of the hall.
Inside, it was just a classroom. An empty classroom, shades lowered, two boxes of pizza and a bottle of store brand soda on the desk, a unopened bag of Solo cups nearby, and one person, presumably the President of the Cat Lovers Club.
She was a little taller than Ellin, though perhaps that was all in her kick-ass boots. She had ink black hair, blue eyes and a frayed white T-shirt that barely reached her midsection. Her nipples were barely visible under it. If she was cold, she could zip up her jean jacket or wear longer jean shorts. Her body was exquisite, the soft milky skin of her midriff visible and her legs long and lean.
The president was occupied on her phone and barely heard as Ellin entered. She looked up and lit up immediately. "Welcome!" She put her phone away. "You're here for the Cat Lovers Club?"
"I am." Ellin said. "Am I early?"
"Nope!" The president jumped up and passed through the center aisle, throwing her arms around and hugging Ellin.
Ellin's face went red. She wasn't used to someone so beautiful being excited to see her. She hesitantly put her arms around her to reciprocate the hug. The president released her and brought her up to the teacher's desk, gesturing to the bounty of pizza.
"I'm Catherine, by the way." The president said, opening the top box of pizza, the five-eighths of pizza remaining looking like an enthusiastic Pac-Man.
Ellin ruined the Pac-Man by taking one slice of the cheese pizza. "I'm Ellin. It's spelled with an I, because my parents apparently never had anyone misspell their name at Starbucks."
"That's cool." Catherine took another slice for herself. "So... do you love cats?"
"Well, yeah." Ellin said between a bite. "Why else would I be here on this lovely Wednesday night? I'm surprised nobody else is here."
"I'm just happy you're here." Catherine said, taking a seat next to Ellin on the teacher's desk. "I'd hate to eat all this by myself. Oh... Speedy and Polly would be so ashamed of me if they knew I couldn't eat the whole thing by myself."
There was a pause as Catherine reached her crust. "Was that a... Samurai Pizza Cats joke?"
Catherine turned her head slowly towards Ellin. "You got that joke?" She asked, a gentle surprised tremor in her voice.
Ellin felt cornered by Catherine's intense stare, but was not prepared as Catherine's head sprang forward and planted a long kiss on Ellin's lips. Too shocked to even move her head back, she allowed the kiss to terminate slowly, a few specks of the spiced salt they sprinkle on the crusts moved from Catherine's lips to Ellin's.
Ellin was blushing brightly, caught completely off-guard. Catherine looked at her with intense admiration and warmth. "Catherine... short for 'Cat.' Is this club about... loving you?"
"If you want it to be." Catherine purred, putting her hand on Ellin's and kissing her neck.
"How did you know I was a lesbian?" Ellin huffed, her leg shaking a bit as Catherine slipped in closer.
"I think I know more about you than you think." Catherine whispered.
"What are you talking about?" Ellin tried to inch away.
Catherine looked at her sideways. "You don't know? Oh, my god, you've never transformed before?"
"What?!"
"The reason nobody else is here is because that piece of paper I wrote the flier on is special. It can only be read properly with special eyes." Catherine explained. "Apparently, you were the only felanthrope on campus who saw it."
"What?!" Ellin repeated. "Can we just go back to making out? I understood that."
"If you insist." Catherine grabbed her shoulders and they kissed. Catherine pushed her off the desk, knocking the bottle of soda off the desk. Ellin's hand went under it and caught it before it hit the ground.
Catherine pried her lips off Ellin's and saw the evidence of these amazing reflexes. She was certain now. "Nice moves." Catherine took the bottle from Ellin's hand and advanced on her, leaving the desk and pinning Ellin against the shaded window. "You can feel it, can't you?" Catherine grinned, leaning her forehead against Ellin's. "That feeling inside you... building up inside of you..." She shook the bottle of soda up and down forcefully, the interior of the bottle now a storm of agitated cola foam. "Like this."
"This isn't my first time, Catherine."
"Please. Call me Kitty."
"OK, Kitty... I might be a freshman, but I've been around the block once or twice."
"You think I'm talking about sex?" Catherine's smile got wider. "Wow, you really haven't transformed before..." Catherine let her go and went about the classroom, throwing up every shade on that side of the room. The night was visible through the windows, as was the moon...
Ellin suddenly felt a gentle warmth in her heart. The blush that was on her cheeks grew a little into a fever. "Whoo." Ellin huffed. "It's getting hot in here."
"It wasn't hot until you showed up." Catherine cooed. "Can I take that coat?" She slid behind her and pulled Ellin's sweatshirt off. A gentle glimmer of sweat appeared on her arms. Catherine's hands went into Ellin's shirt and landed on her breasts.
Ellin gasped, no bra present to shield them from her hands. Ellin's breasts filled Catherine's hands perfectly, with just a little spilling between her fingers. She squeezed them twice and gently ran her fingertips down Ellin's abdomen. "We need to do this first. The claws come first. Do it to me, quick."
Ellin didn't know what Catherine was talking about, but she spun around and planted a flurry of intense kisses on Catherine's mouth. Ellin threw off Catherine's jacket and pulled her torn shirt over her head, liberating her beautiful breasts. Foregoing the grope she had received, Ellin buried her face between them, licking the soft tit flesh, teasing the nipple with her tongue. Breasts were the reason she decided she was a lesbian. She loved playing with them, feeling them on her face, pressing her ear up to them, hearing the heart beat under it and the milk potentially flowing within.
Catherine's flesh felt unbelievably hot, and Ellin felt the fever grow into something more. The room suddenly felt like it was 100 degrees. She wasn't sweating any more than normal, but the heat was inescapable. She fanned herself weakly with her hands until they started to tingle. She shook them about until the tingle stopped.
She looked down. Where her fingernails were before... now were ten long pointed claws.
"I told you they'd come first." Catherine held out her hand, identical claws on her fingers.
"What's happening?" Ellin panted. "What have you done to me? What was in that pizza?!"
