This was originally going to be a story for art trade with  ShadowFox014, but it kind of went out of control and I drew something. So here we go. This is NOT colored yet, but it will be. Besides, the main focus is supposed to be the story, so enjoy:

(His half: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/17907728/)

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Travis packed his camera in his bag and fit it over his shoulder. He was wearing warm clothes, his favorite hat, and was ready to get some amazing shots. Halloween was always one of Travis’ favorite holidays, and tonight there was going to be a full moon. Something like that only came once in a long while and he didn’t want to miss it. He threw on a light jacket and made his way out the door.

Travis went around his house where he had set up a ladder. While it wasn’t necessary for him to be on the roof, it brought him that much closer to the amazing shot he had been looking forward to. He had to be careful, though, since walking on a slanted roof was difficult, and even more difficult with expensive equipment. He was definitely going to hold on tightly to the camera.

He found a spot and situated himself to line up the perfect shot. It was great. The sky was clear, the moon was large, trick-or-treaters were making their way down the street, and his luck was feeling great. He snapped a couple of photos of the moon before moving his camera over the streets. There were kids everywhere, all in costume, and some coming up to his front door. He decided that was enough before going down and going back inside. It was time to hand out the candy.

There were a lot of fun costumes as well as many of the clichés. Pirates, dinosaurs, werewolves, ninjas, princesses, a ‘cereal’ killer, and many movie characters. He smiled as he handed candy out, one at a time, to each kid. He even had a group of teenagers show up, but before he could turn them away for being too old, they sang some Halloween carols. After that, there was no way he could say no.

The night of trick-or-treating carried on and he slowly ran down on candy before he had nothing left. He closed the door on the last kid and turned off his porch light. He hadn’t looked over his pictures from the moon and the thought of that hit him hard. He went to his chair and pulled out the camera. Flipping through the digital pictures he smiled. They looked great. One shot, however, he really messed up on. He had gotten the window of the house across the street on accident. He was going to delete it before he stopped short. There was something going on with that picture.

He took a moment to try and see what it was before he simply zoomed in. No, that wasn’t right. He blinked. Someone was tied up in the attic. His heart skipped a beat as he went to his window and looked through. The curtains of their house were closed now, but he could feel panic set in. He immediately picked up his cell phone and called 911.

Several rings before an automated message told him the lines were busy. It was Halloween. Of course it was busy. He hung up and tried again. Same tone. Again. Again. Again. He hung up the phone in frustration and looked out of his window a second time. Still no change.

He bit his lip and shook his head, his Canadian nickel necklace swinging freely. Screw it. Someone was in trouble and he couldn’t get the help he needed. This was unlike him, but what choice did he have? He picked up the camera and gave it a second look, just in case he misunderstood. A trick or maybe even a manikin. His heart skipped a beat again. No. This was no trick. Someone was sitting in that picture in fear for their life. That much was clear.

He put on his shoes and opened his door. He needed a plan. He wasn’t going to just march into their house. That was a terrible idea. He would just be getting himself tied up or even killed. Who had even lived there? He wasn’t sure. He hadn’t seen anyone around there since he had moved in. It was some psycho maniac; he knew that much.

The ladder. He still had it against the side of his house. If it reached his roof, it was sure to reach their window. He smiled before his smile cut short. Was he really going to do this? He was no hero. He worked in the media business. He picked up his phone and called 911 one more time. Still busy. He was. He was really going to do it.

He went outside and grabbed the ladder. With one person, it was tricky, but he managed well enough as he made his way to the other side of the street and set it up against the house of the psycho. He carefully climbed, his mind filled with paranoia and doubt as he moved up each tier. He finally hit the top and looked through the window. While the curtains were closed, there was enough of a slit that he could see… something. The person, maybe? There were flickering lights coming from inside, but that could be from anything. He waited a moment, and when he heard nothing happen, he took a chance and lifted the window up.

It wasn’t locked.

The sudden rush of air blew the curtains up and he got a clear look inside. Whoever this was that lived here, he was almost certain they were satanic or in a cult. Pentagrams lined the floor, bones were nailed to the walls, and cases displaying what looked like wands were just below those. The room was dim, but there were candles lit everywhere he looked, causing a sweet smell to penetrate the room. There was indeed a man, stripped of most of his clothes, sitting tied to a chair. He looked at Travis in anguish as Travis pulled the curtains open completely. It was a miracle he had found him. He pulled himself through the tight window and over the ridge inside. He fell with a thump, which startled him, before he stood and made his way to the pentagram with the man. He was tied tight with ropes. No, not ropes. He wasn’t sure what they were. Strange, that was for sure. Looked almost unnatural. No matter where he examined on the ‘ropes’, there didn’t seem to be a knot or anything. He was simply pinned down. He bit his lip as he thought. If he had his pocket knife with him this would have been a lot easier.

The man made a gentle groaning sound as he nudged his head towards a wand display case. His mouth was tied up as well, but he was clearly saying something. Travis looked at him before looking at where he was pointing. There was something there, but he couldn’t tell what it was. He stood and made his way for the display and looked at it. There was a knife and something that looked like a strange, demonic book. He looked at the book for a moment before it blinked.

It blinked.

He jumped back in alarm as he looked at it, wide eyed. That was not okay. At all. He grabbed the knife quickly before going back to the man. It was going to take a while to shake that. Books shouldn’t blink. No, books didn’t blink. He took the knife and began to cut the rope-like material before he saw the red lining the blade. Blood. This knife had blood on it. He dropped it in surprise before wiping his hand on his shirt in disgust. He was almost sure of it. He was going to die tonight.

No, he wasn’t going to let that happen. Travis picked the knife back up and began to cut some more. The captive let out a sigh of relief as one of the strands of ‘rope’ snapped. Then another. And another. Finally Travis cut the thing from his mouth and he stretched his jaw, standing quickly.

“Thank you!” The man whispered. It was clear from his voice that he was extremely grateful to be free. He didn’t hesitate to go to the window.

“There’s a ladder. You go first and I’ll take you to the police. The lines for the phone are busy, or I would have just called.”

The man didn’t say anything more. He just made his way out the window as Travis watched the door anxiously.

Of course, his worst fears came true. The door creaked open and he found himself stumbling back. The man had made it out the window and was going down the ladder, but whoever was there was coming in now. He put his leg out the window in a hurry, but something stopped him. He couldn’t move. Slowly his leg, of its own free will, came back out of the window and into the room.

“Where is he?” It was a woman’s voice.

Travis was quiet.

“Where did he go?”

More silence.

“ANSWER ME!” The window slammed shut and Travis found himself quickly face to face with the owner of the voice. She looked so… normal. It just went to show that you never really knew a person.

“Gone.” Travis said, biting his lip. He still couldn’t move. What had she done to him?

“Gone? Gone!?” She was looking angry, but she calmed her voice. She blew a stray strand of brown hair away from her face before taking a deep breath. “No, it’s okay. You’ll do just as well.”

Everything seemed to stand still for Travis upon hearing those words. She was going to do something to him, and it was not going to be good. No matter what he thought of, he couldn’t help but shake in fear. He wanted to fight, but couldn’t. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t do anything. He stood there, completely helpless.

“Sit....” The woman pointed her finger to the chair and Travis found himself unwillingly walking towards it. He sat in the chair the man had been tied up in.

The woman had moved to where the odd, blinking book was and picked it up. She flipped through a few pages, muttering to herself, before she tapped the page and smiled. “This’ll do!”

She turned to him and smiled. “Oh, clothes. That’s no good.” She wiggled her index finger and Travis cringed as his clothes began to melt. He watched in fear as they ran down his chest, his arms, and his legs to the ground below, forming in a pool of strange colored liquid. How was this possible? How was any of this happening? Who was she? The devil?

“I like that hat, though. It’s cute on you! Plus, it won’t cause you any harm in the change, so I’ll let you keep it! And that necklace, too. Gives you some character.” She didn’t seem to care that he had just let her victim escape anymore. Of course, he supplied her with a new one.

“Change?” He forced the words out. He was just glad she left him his boxer briefs.

“Don’t worry too much about it.” The way she spoke made it clear. He needed to worry about it. She went back to looking at her book for a moment, scanning the page with a long fingernail. “It seems I need a potion first.

Why don’t we whip something up, hmm?”

“Potion?” He tried to move again. Nothing. She didn’t even bother to tie him down. “Who are you? What are you? Some kind of witch?”

She glanced up to look at him. “Yes. I am. You’re a smart one. I like that. It’s a good sign for me.”

He let out a stuttered sigh. “What are you going to do to me?” He didn’t even argue the logic that she was a witch. He had seen enough to believe it.

“You’re so paranoid.” She opened a cabinet and pulled out a small pot, then moved to a drawer and pulled out… things. Eyeballs. Herbs. Bottles of liquid. A cup. Something that looked like teeth. The rest was too strange to describe.

She picked through the strange ingredients and one by one dropped them into the pot. She put her finger into it and mixed it around before pouring it into the cup. She hadn’t heated it up or anything. It was just liquid.
She picked it up and turned to face the helpless Travis again. “You’re going to need to drink this.” He shook his head no, but she advanced anyways. “Open up.” She said it plainly.
He shook his head again, holding his mouth shut tight. She pinched his nose and his eyes widened. Finally, he submitted, and took in a breath of air. She took the opportunity and forced it down his throat. Travis gagged as she pulled herself back. “There we are.”
“Wha-?” She, a witch, had just given him a potion. From lore, that meant something, and usually something bad. He just looked at her helplessly.
“Oh, don’t be that way. You’ll be fine! It’s the spell that’ll do something to you. That just makes you more… receptive.”

“Spell?”

She didn’t answer him. The witch just picked up the book and began to read from the page she had opened up to earlier.

”From Dusk To Dawn, And Dawn To Dusk
The Witching Hour Has Come Upon Us.
My Familiar Awaits, To Twist And Turn
Let The Midnight Oil Roil And Burn!

Sebricus, Albacus, Sendricus, Falicus.
Dendrimus, Amibrus, Callibrus, Hallibrus!
Let This Man Sprout A Tail And Fur!
Make Him Meow And Make Him Purr!

Selvin, Delvin, Greavin, Pravin!
Magivin, Ragavin, Warvin, Havin!
Give Him Claws And Paws That Pat!
Walking On All Four And Chasing Rats!

From Dusk To Dawn, And Dawn To Dusk
The Witching Hour Has Come Upon Us.
My Familiar He Will Always Be!
From Now Until The End Of Me!

She closed the book and nodded in his direction. Travis just froze, this time of his own choice. A cat? Was she… Was she turning him into a cat?

“That man you let out was going to be my familiar, but you let him run away. So you’re just going to have to take his place. While the more ‘modern’ witches,” she put finger quotes around modern, “have been changing people into less conventional, less traditional animals, I like the old ways. Black cats. And you’ll do just fine!”

He went to protest, but a warm feeling flashed over him, stopping his thoughts from progressing beyond what was happening.

It started with an unusual sensation spreading along his face. He knew exactly what it was. It started from his
nose and crept outward along his cheeks. Fur. He looked up at her in panic before he realized he could move again. His hands immediately found themselves examining the little hairs. It continued to spread as the witch just watched, smiling.

“Why are you doing this?” He asked trying to remain calm. It wasn’t working all too well.

“Witches get lonely too.” She said. “Besides, I need someone who will do my bidding.”

“Whrrrrry…” He stopped. He had just let out a loud cat cry against his will. He paused as he tried to refocus.

“Why would I do your bidding?”

“Because you won’t have any,” she wiggled her finger to the left, “other,” to the right, “choice,” she directly pointed to Travis. In perfect sync, he felt something burst from behind him, knocking him out of his chair and onto the floor. He looked back to see a long, furry tail just above his rear. He looked at it for a moment, testing this new appendage, before looking back at the witch. She clapped as she watched in excitement. “That’s one of my favorite parts!”

“Stroooooooowwwwwp!” He forced out. Again, the words slurred into a cry of a cat.

“No, no, I don’t think I will.” She pointed her finger at Travis again, but bent it towards her, as if beckoning for him to come forward. Instead, however, his nose and mouth pushed outwards, bones cracking and reshaping as they did so to form a feline muzzle. Black fur was now spreading thick across his face as he sat, kneeling on the ground, helpless. “Oh, and those ears! Need to fix that!” She flicked her finger upwards in opposing directions, and with each one Travis could feel the cartilage shifting and bending into a new shape. They became more pointed and things became clearer in sound, like the gentle laugh she just did to herself as she watched her victim morph.

Travis struggled to stand, but she put her hand, palm first, outwards, and he fell fast back down onto his hands and knees. “No, no. You can’t be standing. Cats don’t stand on two legs. They stand on four. But with feet and hands like that, I can see how that might confuse you. Why don’t we….” She held her hand down flat and wiggled her fingers.

Despair flooded Travis as he watched in horror as his fingers bulged and receded, paw pads developing over each one. His hand elongated and he could feel the bones shift and twist. He put one of these ‘paws’ on the ground before he felt the same happening to his feet. He twisted his head around and watched as they too underwent similar changes. Each toe expanded and twisted while paw pads developed and offered support against the hard ground. His nails grew outwards quickly, coming to a dangerous point, as he noticed the fur that was just beginning to form on these new paws as well. He let out a soft whimper as the shape of his hands and feet underwent a drastic change, forcing him into a quadrupedal positioning.

The witch saw this and nodded. “You’re coming along nicely. But that arching back of yours can’t be very comfortable.”

Travis looked back up at her, his head now taking on almost full feline features. He still had his hair, but the rest of his face was changed. “Don’t doooo…. Do…… Do this to mreeeeeeeeooooooooo!” He was having a hard time getting his words out. With each passing moment it was getting harder and harder to speak. Before he could get another word out, however, she pounded her fist downwards into her open palm. As soon as her fist hit her other hand, Travis felt a crippling twinge that forced his back to fall flat. It was extremely painful, and he let out a loud yowl, but when it passed, it felt oddly… comfortable.

“And those legs and arms! Don’t look at all normal with those cute things at the end of them. Let’s do something about that.”

Travis’ breathing became heavy as she pointed her fingers at him once more. Every time he changed she forced it on him, and knowing what she was going to do to him made it all the more terrifying. The fur crept up from his paws and onto his arms and legs. Bones shifted and his knees and elbows bent further. Every part of him cringed as he felt his limbs shrink in size. In fact, he was shrinking with them, keeping his proportions accurate, and as the fur continued to spread along his thighs and shoulders, it continued, growing out onto his torso. His chest protruded out and fur enveloped it. Not only did it look soft, but it felt soft. His black hair was overcome by the fur, and it didn’t take much longer for it to fade away completely. “No moreeeeeoooooow!” Travis continued to protest, but all he could get out were screams and yowls. The witch just smiled as the last of the changes overtook him.

Travis finally fell flat, now a full cat, tired and scared. Black fur covered every part of him as his eyes completed the transformation. Rather than the deep brown that they were, they were now a beautiful amber.
The witch nodded to herself as she walked towards the helpless Travis. He looked up, but didn’t have the energy to run. She picked him up by the scruff of his neck and looked him over. It was an odd sensation, but it didn’t hurt.

“Paws look good. Ears look good. You have a tail now, which is nice. Let’s see. Open wide.” She pinched her index finger and thumb together, then opened them apart and Travis found himself unwillingly complying. “Teeth look good too. Nice little fangs. I think this look suits you. And you’re so soft. I guess there’s just one thing left to do.”

Travis let out a pitiful meow. No matter what he tried to say, it was the only noise he could produce.
“Your human mind! You’re an animal! You shouldn’t be thinking hateful thoughts towards me just because I made you this way! Why don’t we count down from 5, together? Ready? 5….”

Travis’ eyes went vacant. He could feel thoughts and memories slipping away.

“4…”

Family? He didn’t remember anyone. Did he have a family? And who was this woman? Didn’t he hate her?

“3….”

Friends? They were animals too, right? He remembered something about animals. And he was a cat. That seemed right.

“2….”

He let out a gentle purr. She smelled nice. Relaxing. He belonged here. He was her pet and he loved her.

“1….”

He didn’t want anything else other than to be here with her.

She snapped. His eyes came to and he let out a little, cheerful meow.

She put him down and he sat, looking up at her expectantly.

“You’re hungry, aren’t you? Don’t you worry! Come with me and we’ll get you ready for your new life.”