Chapter 2



Stopping in front of the door to Bill's old room, Susan turned to her children. "I have another surprise for you two. Billy, please take your sister's hand, and both of you close your eyes." When they had complied, she took Bill's other hand and opened his door. She carefully led them into the new room, and stopped them. "Okay you guys, you can open your eyes."

Bill was astonished; "What the..."

Trina was even more surprised. "Oh my god! Billy! This is the room from my dreams! This is the room I saw!"

"This is your graduation present from me. I hope you like it," Susan said.

Katrina climbed up on the bed and shoulder rolled onto her back. "This is just wonderful! Thank you, Mom!"

Bill turned to the smiling woman. "You knew! You knew ahead of time that Trina and I would become lovers. But when did you have the time to get all this done?"

Susan chuckled, "This morning while you were at school, dummy! When else could I have done it?"

"But... How?" Bill asked, amazed at what his mother had done.

"Billy, do you honestly think I could live to be thirty five hundred years old, and not learn how to use a hammer?" she answered him with a chuckle. "Now, I know you two are excited to start this, but I need to explain some things to you first. Given your age, the memory transfer will most likely be very... disorienting. In fact, you'll probably be sick to your stomach for much of the evening. You will also be in pain as your mind naturally takes complete control of your body and begins to make the changes I mentioned earlier. Here's how it works. Everyone has a picture in their mind of how they really want to look. It's natural like I said before. However, in most people, their mind doesn't have enough control of the body to maintain that image. As soon as you can, try to concentrate on that image and hold onto it as long as you still feel the pain. I'm sorry, but you're probably not going to be in the mood for much more than sleep once this is over. Remember, I'll be here to take care of you. Are you ready?"

Bill had sat down on the soft bed to listen to Susan instruct them. He was a little worried about these changes she had warned them about, but nodded his acceptance. Katrina also nodded her acceptance, but looked a little frightened.

"Okay, now this is going to sound strange, but I need both of you to strip completely. I'll need to clean you up later, and it'll be easier on me if you're both already naked." Once she said that, she began to take her own clothes off. She noticed that both of them sat rock still, watching her. "Come on you two, get those clothes off. Trust me, in ten minutes you won't care if you're naked or wearing a clown suit."

Bill rose and started removing his clothes. Trina, on the other side of the bed, did the same. He tried not to stare at the tender female flesh slowly being bared before his hungry eyes, but it was very difficult. He noticed Trina stealing glances at his once again hard cock and their newly naked mother.

Once everyone was naked (and had had ample time to check each other out), Susan told them to get onto the bed, and sit Indian style, one on each side. Before getting on the bed herself, she grabbed the two buckets she had placed in the room and put one on each side of the bed.

"Okay, remember where those buckets are," she said as she got on the bed facing them. "This whole thing is really pretty simple. I'll take one of your hands in mine, and each of you will have to try to relax your mind. Just let go of any stress. You might feel a slight pressure behind your eyes. That's natural, and your instinct will be to tense back up; don't. Then you'll start to see a whole bunch of images flashing across your mind and you'll hear millions of voices. Again, don't try to fight it, just relax and let it happen. Now, give me your hands." Susan took each of their hands in her own. It helps if you close your eyes. That's it, now relax; just let this happen and it'll be all over before you know it."

She hadn't been totally honest with them about letting the flow happen, but she hoped they would recognize the lie as an effort to help calm them. Once they let her into their minds, the only way the transfer could be stopped was if one of them died. Soon she felt both of their minds open to her, and she directed her mind to make the transfer. She hadn't lied about it being all over before they knew it; the actual transfer took less than a second. The disorientation and dizziness came from all that knowledge suddenly expanding and shifting to adjust to the new surroundings.

When the transfer was complete, she released their hands and opened her eyes to watch what happened with them.

Bill's face was gripped in a grimace of extreme pain and every muscle in his body was tensed so hard he was shaking. He flung himself back so he was on his back, and his legs came out from underneath. Still he was tensed up to an extreme.

A loud series of pops like someone cracking their back pulled her attention over to her daughter. Katrina's eye's were wide open and held a look of extreme pain. As Susan watched, she could see the girl's abdomen getting longer as she grew. Susan helped get the girl on her back and got her legs out from under her as well. Susan felt the thick thigh of her daughter moving and changing under hand.

Bill was already covered in sweat and Trina wasn't far behind. Susan almost ran for the bathroom to get warm wash clothes and towels. She hadn't expected the changes to start this damn fast! And those changes were too rapid; when someone changed their features it took days to complete the transformation. Awakening changes usually took a couple of days... at least. The kids didn't even get sick! Everyone got sick when they received the memories. Now Susan was becoming worried. Had she waited too long? Would this trauma they where going through kill her children? No one should have to go through this much pain this rapidly. Things were just happening too fast.

It was a long night for Susan. She tried to talk to her kids, to encourage them to hang on. She told them how good they were starting to look since she knew that neither of them had been too crazy about their appearance before. She told them how much she loved them, and how good a job they were doing. She told them how proud she was of them both. She kept talking until, around four o'clock in the morning, she sensed that Bill had fallen unconscious. Katrina also slipped away about twenty minutes later. Both were still soaked with sweat and gave off enormous amounts of heat. The blanket would have to be washed as soon as she could get it off the bed, but for now, she was glad she had remembered to spread the big plastic sheet the mattress had come in under the comforter. Otherwise, the new mattress would be ruined.

She toweled off the sleeping forms of her children one more time, then retrieved the blanket and a pillow from her own bed to spread on the floor. She would have much preferred to sleep in the big bed with her kids, but they were simply too hot and sweaty to get comfortable with. Her last thoughts as she drifted off to sleep were to wonder what they would look like when she woke.

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The two cats turned and strutted to the back door of the mansion. Both called loudly for a servant to let them out. They were of a special breed and slightly larger than other domestic cats. The owner took very good care of her favorite pets. She had ordered her maid and cook to take care of them also. Those orders included letting the two purebred felines into the back yard so they could hunt or do their business.

The breed is as old as time itself, but it was the Pharaohs of ancient Egypt, with the help of the grand mage of Atlantis, that had enhanced the cats to become guardians and bodyguards. The cats became the keepers of Egypt's secrets and bound to the royal line. The Pharaohs were gone now, but the cats still had their duty.

They both acted like normal cats while in view of the house. They chased grasshoppers or leaves, as they romped around the large back yard. However, they steadily worked their way toward the rear of the yard, and out of sight of the house. Once there, in the shade of a tall pine, the two touched noses and disappeared.

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Susan woke slowly, her foggy brain replaying images from last night. She sat up then, and looked over to the bed. She only saw the man that her son had become, still apparently sleeping. She heard the shower running and figured that Trina was up. She rose and moved over to examine Bill. He had thinned... a lot. His face had become leaner, yet more firm. His chest and body had bulked up and lost all traces of fat. However, she noticed that one leg seemed smaller than the other, and he was cradling one arm as he slept. He had gained some in the cock department as well: before the change he had a short five inch cock that was quite thick when he was hard, now he was still thick but the cock that was lying in his groin was at least three inches and it was soft. She briefly wondered what it would look like (and feel like) erect. It had been a long time since she had anything other than her toys inside her. She hadn't really wanted anyone after John had died. Now she was feeling that familiar stirring again. To distract her, she wondered how Trina was doing, and went to the bathroom.

She raised her hand to knock but instead heard, "Come in, Mom. Join me."

With a twitch in her pussy at those last words, she opened the door and entered the bathroom. Through the frosted glass of the shower doors, she could see the outline of a thin girl with rather large looking breasts.

The girl reached over and pulled open the shower door. "Come on, you need a shower too. Besides, I kinda want to wash you!" the girl giggled.

The vision that greeted Susan when she stepped into the shower took her breath away. The goddess that stood before her only vaguely resembled her daughter. Her flaming red hair framed a slender face that was unmarked by the acne scars that had been there before. The green eyes shone brightly with a playful intelligence that promised mischief, but also held the caring that had been a trademark of her daughter. Susan's eyes followed the gracefully curved neck down to the girl's chest. Katrina too no longer had any fat on her. The girl now sported breasts that had to be at least C cup topped by dark brown nipples that were rapidly becoming stiff as Susan watched. She forced her eyes to move past those inviting mounds, down across the clearly defined muscles of the girl's stomach, to the bare cleft of the virgin sex between her wonderfully shaped, muscular legs. Her pale skin seemed to glow with health.

Katrina stood, posed for her mother's inspection and let the water run over her. "Well? How do you like the 'real' me?"

Susan was in awe. Her daughter was so beautiful that for the first time in her long life, she felt ugly. "Trina, you are so beautiful, so perfect, that you make me feel like a dowdy old woman. Blessed Goddess, but you're beautiful!"

Trina, no longer holding a pose for her mother, closed the gap between them. "You are not dowdy, nor are you ugly. You are a very pretty, attractive woman that I want to love. Before the other night, I had never dreamt of another woman. Then Bill let me join the two of you and suddenly I wanted nothing more than to taste you and bring you pleasure." She raised her arms and put them around Susan's neck, pressing her hard nipples into the taller woman's stomach. "That hasn't changed. If anything it has gotten to be a stronger compulsion. I look at you and am swamped with love and desire. You will always be my equal in beauty. I hope you will do me the honor of being my equal in life as well." With that, Katrina pulled her mother down and kissed her tenderly on the lips.

"Um... I hate to interrupt, but I really need some help in here," Bill said into their minds.

Katrina broke the kiss but looked up into her mother's eyes. "The dead speak! I thought you were sleeping?"

"I was, but my stomach woke me. I need a lot more food to complete the change and my body is demanding it now." They heard a mental sigh of frustration. "I'm afraid you'll have to bring it to me; I don't think I can walk yet."

Trina chuckled, "Wonderful timing, love. Our sweet mother here is going to be left hanging for a few minutes. I'll get you something and bring it in to you."

"I'm really sorry, Mom. I wish I could wait, but the pain is getting worse. I promise I'll try to make it up to both of you as soon as I'm able," Bill replied.

Susan stood in awe of the abilities the kids were displaying. She had thought it would take weeks of practice to refine even one of their abilities.

"Finish your shower, Mom. I'll get the food for Billy. He'll explain things to you while I get it," Katrina said aloud. She stepped past her mother, giving her right nipple a passing kiss, and got out of the shower.

Susan stepped into the water automatically, and began washing herself.

"It's like this, Mom. Remember that the mind is the computer that controls the human body? Well, when you and Dad activated the part of our brains that control telepathy, you activated everything. If we can imagine it, our minds can do it. Yours can too incidentally, you just don't have that portion of your brain activated yet. Now, from what we've been able to figure out so far, each task we ask of our minds has a price in energy. For example, I could create a new car for you simply by willing it. However, the drain in energy would probably kill me. Whereas talking like this burns so little energy that we don't even feel it," Bill explained.

"Okay, but if my ability center isn't active, how can I talk to you like this?" Susan thought.

"You're not, actually. You're forming the thought, and I am reading it in your mind. This takes more energy than what Trina and I do, but not really that much. I think it might have to do with the familial bond and your proximity, but we have no way of testing that for now."

"Well, if this is using up your energy, I can hold off my questions for now. You conserve your strength. We'll talk more about it when you finish. I love you," Susan thought to him.

"I know, Mom. We both do. We can feel it from you, and understand the dichotomy of those feelings. It seems that Trina and I are not the only ones that have become acclimatized to Earth. Relax about those feelings, Mom. Believe me that they are returned whole-heartedly, something I wish to demonstrate as soon as I am able. I love you too." Susan felt a wave of warmth and love wash over her. Mixed in with those feelings was enough lust and desire that she felt herself getting wet in a way that had nothing to do with the shower.

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"That's the place then?" Pasha asked.

"Yes it is. You sound as though you are disappointed. Are you getting spoiled by the soft life that Carol has given us?"

Pasha chuckled, "I guess I am. Looking deeper I can sense so much love that this abode should be a palace. I guess it is, to those that dwell here."

They watched in silence for a few more minutes. "Well, how are we to approach this?" Pasha asked, impatient as always.

"With patience, child. You must learn patience if we are to serve them well." He sighed, "In a little bit, we will simply go to the door and cry to be let in. After that, we'll see. Just follow my lead, and don't do anything rash. These two are strong enough to remove one such as you from the face of this Earth before you even know you made a mistake." Taking a deep breath he stood. "Let's get this over with. I don't wish to sleep outdoors this far north."

Pasha chuckled again, "I think I am not the only one getting spoiled by soft living. However, I am actually anxious to meet these two. I want to see what kind of humans we'll be helping."

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"Mother, someone's coming to the door and I don't have anything to wear. Could you answer it?" Trina sent to her mother. She didn't read the answer, but she could feel her mother acting on it.

Susan had finished her shower and was in her room brushing her hair. Bill had consumed every scrap of the huge breakfast Trina had made and almost immediately fallen back to sleep.

Susan slipped on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and walked to the living room to answer the door. She waited for either a knock or the doorbell, but none came. Faintly, she heard a meow.

Surprised, she opened the door to look, and two large felines strolled past her into the house as if she were simply letting them in. The cats turned and took the step up into the kitchen where they turned around and sat down to watch her.

Susan was so astounded by their attitude that Katrina, who had been in her room, stuck her head out to see what was wrong. When she saw the cats her eyes went wide and then quickly squinted in concentration. There was a loud 'pop' and a ring of bright glowing light appeared around the cats, as a nude Katrina came out of the room. Her eyes never left the two cats as she slowly strutted toward them. "I don't know who you are, but don't try to leave the circle." Then she said to her mother. "Mom, these are not what they appear to be. I don't know how or why, but they feel like humans. Don't look either of them in the eye. If you would, please go watch over Billy while I try to find out what's going on."

When the circle appeared, the smaller of the two cats almost jumped back. The larger one quickly took its mate's collar in its mouth to prevent it from jumping over the circle. "Easy Pasha. If she meant us harm, I doubt either of us would have felt it. No mischief now. Just stand still and do what she says."

"Yes Father. She is so beautiful, but that light scares me. What is it?"

"It is death, little kitten. One cannot cross death and live."

Trina listened to the exchange in wonder. She didn't think speaking with animals was going to be a very useful gift, but you never knew. She approached the now calmer felines and sat on the floor close to them. She looked at the smaller one. "You are Pasha?"

The cat lowered her head in a surprisingly human-like bow. "Yes, Great Lady, I am called Pasha."

Trina turned to the larger — and older, she decided — cat. "And you?"

Again, the bow was repeated. "To be honest, Great Lady, I have been called 'Father' for so long, I can't remember my original name. It was considered an honor among my litter."

Trina smiled without teeth, and didn't look them in the eye for any length of time. She didn't know why, but it seemed the right thing to do. "I get the feeling you mean us no harm, but I am not yet sure of this. Can you tell me why you've come to us?"

"Your heart tells you true. We are here to assist you, Great Lady. For the duration of our time in your abode, you have Pasha's and my parole. We will not bring you any harm," Father replied.

"I mean no disrespect, Father, but your parole would be meaningless if you are working with our enemies. I will release that which holds you, but be warned that I will be watching both of you very carefully," Trina said as the circle slowly faded from view.

"Of that, you are very correct, Great Lady. It is fortunate indeed that we serve the same cause. Thank you for the release. We have difficulties being restrained for any length of time. As for your question, I would be happy to answer it, though I feel another Great Lord and the Atlantian woman who let us in are still near. Would you like for them to hear this explanation as well?"

"That is a good idea, Father. But the Atlantian is my mother, and telepathically mute," Trina answered.

"That won't prove to be a problem, Great Lady," Father said

"You can all me Katrina, or just Trina. My mother's name is Susan, and my brother is Bill. Welcome to our home."

"We are honored, My Lady. However, it is not... We cannot address anyone in the familial sense without their leave. Tradition demands we pay you the honor of your station. To refer to you directly by name would just be wrong," Father explained.

"Well, we'll figure all that out later. Come on, I might as well introduce you to the others. Then maybe we can get this explanation over with."

"As you wish, Great Lady," the cats said in unison.

As Trina turned around to lead the two newcomers back to the room she shared with Bill, she heard a soft, "Oh my," that had a distinctive female quality to it. She smiled to herself. 'Pasha's as bad as Bill is. I must have a nice ass for so many to notice it.' Then she had a quick thought; "Uh, sorry about the nudity. We normally don't parade around in the buff. We simply don't have any clothes at the present."

This time Pasha answered before Father could. "Oh, don't worry about it around us. We're used to seeing people nude."

"Silly kitten! I think she was commenting on your rather ill-mannered comment about her rear," Father chided her. Looking back at them, Trina was sure Pasha would be blushing if it were possible.

"Great Lady, please forgive me if I offended you. You truly are a beautiful woman." Pasha sounded very downcast and depressed.

Trina turned around and knelt. "Pasha," she spoke aloud. "I'm not offended, far from it. Your comment flattered me. I don't know how things are in your society, but to me, you are very beautifully marked as well. I'm not very familiar with feline breeds, but aren't you both Egyptian Mau's?"

"Great Lady, you have no idea the honor you do us by recognizing our breed. May I ask how you know of us?" Father asked.

"We studied ancient Egypt in history class last year, and I was fascinated by the roll history has you portraying in the lives of the royal families. Then we rented a movie called 'Catwoman' that featured your breed. My curiosity got the better of me, so I did some research on you. You are a lovely breed. I had made a promise to myself that once I could afford it, I was going to try to obtain one of you as a pet. Now I'm glad that has never occurred."

"I would have been very happy to have been your pet, Great Lady. I still would be," Pasha said.

Trina smiled; "No, it's wrong to 'own' an intelligent being. I would have accepted you as a member of my family, but never as just a pet. You should never be someone's 'pet' Pasha, unless it's by your own choice."

"It is my choice, Great Lady," Pasha answered. She stood and rubbed herself on Trina's knee. "It is far too easy to love one like you, Great Lady. You have a good and pure heart. Little else is more attractive to us."

"Other matters must be discussed and settled first, young one. Such decisions should not be made so quickly."

For a moment, Trina didn't know if Father was speaking to her or not. Then she decided he wasn't or he would have said 'Great Lady' instead of 'young one'.

Trina offered Pasha her arms to pick her up, and the smaller cat jumped into them, purring. Once the cat was ensconced on her left breast with her head in Trina's red curls, Trina slowly stood. She turned and finished the short walk into the bedroom.

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When Susan entered the room, Bill opened his eyes, and watched her walk. "You are one beautiful woman, Mother."

Susan had removed the comforter and it was currently in the dryer after being washed. The plastic sheet had also been removed, and Bill was currently covered by only a sheet.

Susan smiled at him. "Good morning! Or should I say afternoon; you've slept most of the day." She could see his hard cock tenting the sheet and couldn't help but look at it. She took his hand when she got close enough, and he pulled her onto the bed. She giggled as she landed on top of him, and he wrapped his arms about her. She slid off him to one side with her head on his right shoulder and half her body still draped on him. He hugged her tighter to his breast.

"Trina is checking out..."

"I know; I can hear them. The cats are telepathic," Bill interrupted her.

"Just when I thought life couldn't get any stranger." She purred as he caressed her back. Suddenly, she pulled away from him, rolled to the other side of bed, and got up. She quickly stripped off her clothes and got back into bed; this time she was under the sheet with him. She moved back over to cuddle with him and he welcomed her back into his arms.

"You know, you're not helping that thing to go away." He pointed to the obvious tent in the sheet.

Her right hand snaked down and she took his hard shaft into her hand and gently squeezed him. "You mean this?" she asked innocently as he moaned.

"You're starting something we don't have time to finish right now. I've been hard so long it's starting to hurt."

"Well, this I know how to fix!" she said and ducked below the sheet. He still needed a shower rather badly, but right at the moment, she didn't care at all. She knew in the back of her mind that they didn't have time for anything but quick, though she wanted to make this last. Forgoing all the teasing and build-ups she had learned, she took him into her mouth and sucked him all the way down to the fine hairs of his groin. She heard him moan as she used her throat to caress the end of his throbbing erection. With her now displaced hand, she gently took his sack and kneaded the two round orbs within. Slowly she pulled her mouth back up, her tongue caressing and stroking him inside her mouth. She backed all the way back to the tip, and started short slow strokes, up and down. It didn't take long before she felt his balls begin to pull against him, and his shaft seemed to grow suddenly in her mouth.

He was shocked when she moved under the sheet. He knew what she was going to do to him, and the thought of that beautiful woman sucking him almost made him shoot right there. He felt her lips and tongue, then he felt her throat while her nose pressed against his pubic hair. His whole cock was enveloped by a wonderful, wet, sucking warmness. He felt her throat muscles as she swallowed and it was driving him rapidly to climax. She pulled back at the critical moment, and as she slowly slid his cock out of her mouth, that was when he noticed that she was also caressing his balls. As she slowly began fucking him with her mouth, he knew he couldn't hold back even if he wanted to. It wasn't more then three of those agonizing strokes before he felt his nuts draw up. He felt as though his cock was about to explode, and then it did. His cum burst forth from him in waves of painful pleasure that came close to the intensity he had felt with Trina in their shared dream. He felt as though she were sucking him out through his cock and he felt like his legs were being rolled up while she swallowed every drop of his seed she could get and looked for more.

It wasn't until he fell back that he noticed he had partially sat up. He was totally spent for the moment. He knew how much he had needed that release, but wished fervently that they could have taken more time, that he could have at least returned to her the pleasure that she had given him. He could have used his mind, but he felt like that would have been cheating. This was one task he wanted to perform the old fashioned way.

Below the sheet, Susan laid her head on her son's belly. He had shot a huge amount of cum into her mouth. She loved the way he tasted, even without a shower. What had taken her totally by surprise was the orgasm she had gotten as he gushed forth into her mouth. She had never had an orgasm when giving oral sex before. Briefly she wondered if he had used his abilities, but she decided he hadn't. She had been concentrating fully on him, then the next moment, his seed was in her mouth, and her cunt was pulsing in sympathetic bliss. She moved back up to cuddle him some more. Vaguely she wondered about the suddenness of her decision to suck him. But Trina had gotten her so hot this morning, then Bill had pulled her into bed with him. She was so aroused by her two children that she was having a hard time controlling herself. She had wanted to suck him from the moment she had walked into the room and saw his hard cock. She wanted to do a lot more as well, but that would have to wait for later.

They laid there in quiet bliss, not saying anything but yet speaking volumes. She was in love with her son. That realization finally struck her. It wasn't just lust, since that was a relatively new thing. She knew that this really was love because she realized she had felt like this for a long time. She felt the same way about her daughter. She knew that they would also be lovers, and that she wasn't even remotely jealous. She felt that their love was a part of her love for the both of them. Finally she understood the other poly groups she had known over the centuries. She had loved John with all her heart, and wouldn't have been able to share him with anyone, but now she understood. If he had still been alive, she would have gladly shared him with Trina. Suddenly, Bill's words from this morning came back to her: "We can feel it from you, and understand the dichotomy of those feelings. It seems that Trina and I are not the only ones that have become acclimatized to Earth. Relax about those feelings, Mom. Believe me that they are returned whole-heartedly, something I wish to demonstrate as soon as I am able. I love you too." She hadn't understood what he had meant until this moment. Tears began to fall from her eyes as she felt the love swell in her breast. She would regress her physical age to match theirs. She would join them as much as she was able. They were more a part of her now than ever before.

The door opened and Trina entered followed by one of the cats. The other was snuggled tightly against her neck.

Trina raised an eyebrow at the position the two on the bed were in. "I hope you saved some for me?"

Susan smiled at the girl. "I'm sure he has plenty left, don't you, love?" She kissed his neck.

Bill seemed a little discomposed. "Uh... um, Trina, are you going to introduce our guests?"

"Certainly. This is Pasha." She caressed the cat she was holding.

The feline pulled her head out of Trina's neck to look at the two on the bed. "Oh MY!" This time Pasha didn't even try to think it softly.

Laughing, Trina turned to the larger of the two, who had sat next to where she was standing. "This one is called 'Father'. They are much more than they seem. Father has promised an explanation and has given his parole while in our home." She sat on the end of the bed. Pasha gave her face one last nuzzle and then climbed down and curled up next to Trina's thigh.

"Great Lady, in order to answer your earlier question, I must transform into a human. Do I have your permission to do this now?" Father asked, looking at Trina.

Surprised, Trina nodded her head in agreement. Father got to all fours then reared up on his hind legs as his body shifted and grew into a man of about fifty, wearing a grey robe that looked very much like his fur had. Around his neck, he still wore the collar that he had worn as a cat.

The three humans present watched silently in awe. Finally, Bill spoke. "That's... that's amazing, Father."

With a small smile on his face, Father answered, "Thank you, Great Lord. It is but one of the things we are capable of, as you will come to realize after I tell this tale. So was I told; I now tell unto you." The formal sounding wording of that phrase served to focus the attention of everyone in the room on the story about to be told. "Many winters past, the Grand Wizard of all Atlantis traveled to greet the people of Egypt. With her, she brought many things to help the people, but the most valuable of her gifts was that of knowledge. The people rejoiced, and it was good.

"Then the Grand Wizard spoke unto the King of all Egypt and his royal family. She warned that not all of her people were to be so trusted. She offered the royal family a most unusual gift. She offered to create a race of beings that would serve to help the Kings to see the evil from the good. This race would serve as bodyguards and servants, forever bound to the royal family and its descendants. They could be trusted beyond doubt, as few would even know of their existence, and would be incorruptible, since they would be able to sense the deceit behind a façade.

"The King agreed and accepted this last gift from the Grand Wizard. She took the latest litter of kittens from the latest of the royal family's purebred felines and went into a room. The sun set and the moon rose three times before the Wizard returned to the family with six fully grown cats, one for each current member of the family.

"The cats were blessed with magic powers to serve in their roll of protector and guardian. We can sense the location of those we are bonded to, from any distance. We possess the means to transport ourselves anywhere we wish to go. We maintain most of our feline qualities, even in human form. We are experts in hand-to-hand combat and with bladed weapons. We possess knowledge of traps and have added basic chemistry of explosives over time. We have no overt offensive magic, but are capable of making our bonded human very 'unnoticeable', if not invisible, for short periods of time.

"Our knowledge is mostly instinctual as our memories are unreliable. We also must spend at least four hours a day in feline form or we shall die. We actually prefer our natural form, but some things are better suited to this one. If we ever knowingly betray our bonded master, we shall die. Imprisonment is mentally unbearable to us, and we can be driven insane by long periods of containment."

Father paused as if struggling to remember something painful to him. "On his deathbed, the Great Lord Tutankhamen foretold a time when no Great Lords would remain and there would be a great conflict building. From the line of Atlantis, two would be awakened and that awakening would serve to herald the beginning of the end of the Dark Lord's reign. He bade his faithful feline servant to depart and breed. When the two would awaken, we should hasten unto them, as they will be Great Lord and Great Lady. We should serve them as we had served his family. His final words to my great-great-great-great grandsire were, 'In this do not fail. For failure would mean the end of the all.'"

Father turned first to Bill, "Great Lord," then to Trina, "Great Lady, we have come. Your will is ours, we are yours to command." He bowed deeply. "Once we are bonded, we will give our lives for yours."

"Father, we may have a problem," Bill spoke.

"Great Lord?" Father asked, and even Pasha raised her head to look at him.

"Both Trina and I, and I think our mother as well, abhor the thought of owning... well of owning anybody. From your description, you were little more than slaves. I'd gladly accept your help, but not as a slave. We can't own you."

"I think I can understand your meaning, Great Lord, and please believe me when I say that we greatly appreciate your position. However, for most of our abilities to work for you, we have to bond ourselves to you. It's simply the way it works. However, how you treat us is your concern. But for us, we would gladly do as you instruct," Father explained.

"Father, Pasha," Susan spoke for the first time. "I notice you are wearing collars. What will your owner, er... uh, what will the person you lived with before think of all this?"

"Actually, you will be able to ask her yourself, my lady. She should be arriving in a couple of days. She wishes to be your... er, she wants to help too," he corrected himself, and seemed to bite his lip. "Her story is for her to tell, but I think you should know that she wants to be your body slave. It would be her greatest dream come true if you allowed her that."

"Our WHAT?" Trina shouted. "She doesn't even know us, how could she possibly..."

"Mistress, she had to know about us so we could be ready when you needed us. She is the offspring of an Atlantian/human breeding. She is half Atlantian. She believes so devoutly in the cause you are fighting for that who you are and what you look like is simply unimportant to her. By her own choice, she will give herself to you fully." Pasha said to Trina, "Much as I choose to do."

"Uh, I think I'm gonna need time to come to grips with all this. Please don't think I'm turning either of you down, but things have been happening pretty damn fast for us the last couple of days." Bill paused a moment; "I think I need some time to digest all this information. Besides, there are things that need to be taken care of. We don't have any clothes, and while I love to look at Trina as she is, we couldn't very well leave the house like this. Also, I'm getting hungry again, and for some damn reason, I'm craving a cigar."

Susan giggled, "Your father used to smoke them. I loved the smell of them, and since we don't have to worry about cancer and all that, he enjoyed smoking them. I'll buy you a pack when we go out." She looked at Father, "While I appreciate your robe, I think you should wear some of Billy's old sweats if you want to come with us. We can all dress in sweats so it'll look like we're simply stopping off after a trip to the gym. I assume that Pasha can assume human form as well?"

Without saying a word, Pasha stretched out and placed her head on Trina's lap as she shifted into a dark haired beauty. She rolled over onto Bill's legs and stretched with feline grace, showing off her very nude body. Like Katrina, she had a hairless groin.

Father just rolled his eyes at her lack of manners, but everyone else's eyes were on the nude young woman now spread across the bed. "Pasha, one of these days, you will learn manners," Father spoke.

Pasha grinned, but it was Bill that answered him, still watching the stretching girl. "No problem, Father," he said with a smile. "Nudity is just fine with me, as long as it doesn't draw unwanted attention."

"I'm afraid that's the problem with her, Great Lord. She would proudly and happily strut down the street behind you or Great Lady Katrina wearing nothing but her collar. She has no sense of your social morals."

"We'll have to teach her. Come on everyone, let's get dressed, get some new clothes, and go out to dinner!" Susan said, getting up quickly. "Trina, I don't think any of your baggy sweats are going to fit you anymore. You two ladies better come to my room, and try some of mine. We'll leave the guys to take care of themselves."

Sir Winston

Chapter 3