A Change of Guard (Black Cat + Catwoman TG/MC)

“Although many Ancient Egyptian relics have been associated with curses thanks to popular culture, the history of this particular remnant is one filled with genuine mystery: This effigy of Bastet, who was the goddess of cats, fertility, pleasure and protection, has ironically been subject to many robberies throughout history - the artifact is believed to be around thousands of years old, yet was originally discovered in a Byzantian rune by a Professor Löwin in 1879. In his diary, he detailed how there was an inscription written on the bottom inscribed with hieroglyphics detailing that if it were to be stolen from its rightful place, that two of Bastet’s devoted would always assure it’s freedom. By the time his crew had returned from their expedition, the idol and Löwin himself had vanished without a trace. 

The next known recording of the effigy was almost 70 years later, when Allied forces retrieved it from a Nazi storage facility before it could have been destroyed, but it disappeared along with two soldiers. It was believed that the statue was now lost, but in an astonishing turn of events, an anonymous benefactor donated what was initially suspected to be a mere replica to our museum - but thanks to our researchers at this museum, we can officially confirm that this very idol is indeed the same legendary artifact! But indeed, it seems this item is cursed to always be stolen, so be sure to take a look before it’s gone-”

The chirpy voice on the tannoy was interrupted by a whining screech as it was deactivated. All across the museum, the lights turned off, cloaking it in darkness that was only partially illuminated by the silvery moonlight coming in through the windows. Every security guard who worked on the night shift had been told to gather in the very center of the building by the curator after closing time, and now they were standing amongst all kinds of sarcophagi, hieroglyphic tablets and urns as they waited for him to arrive.

“Sorry to keep you all waiting,” a frail but refined voice spoke out as an elderly man strolled into the gallery. He was wearing a grey tweed jacket with a bowtie, and his wiry grey hair was neatly combed into a parting. As he stood there, his hands folded behind his back, his greyed blue eyes scanned the room, as if making sure that each and every security guard for that shift “Now, I understand you’re all wondering just why I asked for you all to come here tonight… the answer is that none of you will be stationed in this part of the museum tonight.” A murmur immediately shuffled through the crowd, some of the guards exchanging looks at each other.

“Why not?” someone called out.

“Because, quite frankly, whilst you are all very capable… I simply do not believe any of you are up to the task for tonight.” The murmured instantly cascaded into an uproar, and the curator held up his hands. “Listen - I am not implying you are bad at your jobs. I am merely stating that, considering the past a specific artifact has, that we require the best of the best to protect it.” Multiple footsteps echoed throughout the room as two men entered the gallery, standing on each side of the curator. One of the men’s hair was styled in a blonde crew cut, the other’s was completely bald;  but both were tall and imposing, and this effect was only emphasised by the dark professional suits they were wearing, along with the earpieces and tinted glasses. Compared to these two, a lot of the security guards suddenly felt as if they were more like glorified boy scouts than anything involved in protection.

“These men are Frank Hardy and Samuel Kyle,” the curator said. “The museum has bought their services here for the foreseeable future, as we’re currently unsure when this exhibit will end. Again, as you have all been briefed on the history of the artifact, the building must be on high alert until we can assure the artifact’s safety towards its’ next venue. Until that time, these two shall be protecting the Egyptian Exhibition for the time being; any of you that would usually do so have been reallocated. You may now resume your posts.”

As the group of guards dispersed into multiple grumbling pairs and trios, the curator turned around to face the two new hires. “I’m sure you two already know your places, and what you’re guarding. The company you’re from is states they’re the best of the best when it comes to protection. I don’t have any doubts that you’ll be able to protect it - if you manage to pull this off, I can promise that the two of you will be handsomely rewarded.”

“We’re just doing our job,” Frank stated calmly.

“And if anyone does try to steal the artifact, we’ll make sure they can only try.” assured Samuel.
“I’ll leave you both to it,” the curator said, raising his wristwatch to his face. “Goodness, it’s almost 11 o’clock! I have to get going myself. Good luck to both of you.” Turning to take one last look at the idol as it rested on the podium, encased in a thin but dense box of glass, the curator then walked out of the room. Once the faint echoes of his footsteps had faded, the two guards approached the artifact and studied it for a couple of seconds.

“People have been stealing this for centuries?” Samuel snorted. “I didn’t know thieves could have this bad of a taste.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Frank said. “The point is people have been stealing it, so it’s up to us to keep it from getting into the wrong hands.”

Turning away, they then positioned themselves beside the podium and began their night shift. But the two guards were unaware that the podium, and therefore the idol, was placed directly under a dome of glass - an hour quickly passed, and eventually the moon was perfectly positioned to completely cloak the statue in its pale light. As it began to bask in the silvery rays, the idol glowed as the centuries of rust that couldn’t have been carefully chipped off by the researchers crumbled away, exposing its’ brownish golden coating to the air. The distant peals of a clock tower somewhere deeper in the city outside just barely echoed into the room now, the two guards shivered as a pulse shot up their spines.
“Sooooo,” Samuel suddenly uttered, and Frank turned to look at him with a raised brow. “How’s life been going for you?”

“It’s been good,” he replied flatly. As he was about to turn away, he found himself having to face Samuel as his colleague continued to speak.

“I mean like, the job and stuff.”

“It’s been fine, Samuel.”

“Yeah, but I’m just wondering your thoughts on the paygrade.”

Frank sighed shrugged his shoulders. “It’s good. I’m good.” he spoke in a sterner but still calm tone. “Why are you asking me all these questions?”

Samuel shook his head. “Come on, Frank. We’ve been doing this job for what, three years now?”

“So?”

“Sooo, don’t you think we should know a bit more about each other?”

“What’s there to know?”

“I mean, we’ve never really even asked each other why we became security guards.”

“Because it's a comfortable, quiet job and I get paid a ton for doing it?” Frank stated. “That’s all there is to it.” An awkward moment passed, and he then added; “I did think of being a bodyguard, but I don’t think I could deal being around stuffy rich people and their spoilt kids.”

Samuel chuckled, putting his hands in his trouser pockets. “Yeah, I feel ya. But… don’t you kinda wish it was a little bit more, yknow, exciting?”

“Samuel, if things get exciting around us, I think that means we aren’t doing our jobs right.”

“Very funny, Frankie. You know what I mean - don’t you wish you could just do something that was more than just standing around and waiting for something to not happen?”

Frank opened his mouth to reiterate how satisfied he was… but found himself hesitating: He couldn’t deny that there was some element of truth to what Samuel had said - sure, this job was fairly safe and stable… but it also meant he hardly had a lot of time for himself thanks to going over to all kinds of places. And sure, being able to travel to other parts of the world was amazing in its own way… but was it really worth it if he couldn’t even go and explore those places?

“I… I guess you’re right. Are you thinking of quitting?”

“I’m not sure just yet,” Samuel said before taking a leather gloved hand out and brushing it through his brown hair. “I think this could be my last one, though.” Placing his hand on his hip, he stared at the idol. Smiling, he added; “Man, what a one to finish on though....” Frank looked down too, and frowned at what he saw: The idol seemed different somehow, as if it’d been cleaned… but  the museum would want it to look as best as they could, right? He hadn’t really taken a proper look at it earlier, but he had to admit that there was something appealing about it now - maybe those ancient Egyptians were onto something after all.

“Kinda makes you understand why people would wanna steal it,” He admitted. An itching sensation popped up around his scalp, and so Frank instinctively moved to scratch it - but pulled it back once he felt an odd roughness rubbing against his skin. Looking at his hand, he saw that he was now wearing the same kind of greyish leathery glove like Samuel. When had he put these on? Staring at the glove as he turned his hand, Frank’s mind tingled as it tried to remember when he had - of course! He’d put them on before he’d even arrived - he never left his apartment without them; they were such an important part of his job. With his other, similarly gloved hand, Frank tugged on the edge of his glove so that it pulled tight against the tips of fingernails, flexing his fingers and admiring how slender they looked in the material. He then pushed the sleeves of his black business suit halfway up his forearms, revealing a hint of the hairy, rugged arms that were hidden underneath. The two guards had to exercise constantly, as they never knew what kind of obstacles they’d have to fight off in their line of work.

“Let’s say you magically won the lottery,” Samuel said, dusting off the legs of his trousers. “What would you do with the money?”

Frank huffed and crossed his arms. “I’m not sure… go on holiday, I guess.”
“Anywhere in particular?”

“Somewhere warm, like the Bahamas, Miami or Florida…” he smiled as he added; “Heh, maybe even Paris or Milan.”

“Quite romantic places,” Samuel chuckled. “Quite fashionable too… all kinds of jewelry and accessories waiting in store…” After a minute or so consisting of both them thinking about all the valuables locked away behind forgotten safes and glass cages, Frank broke the silence by asking;

“What about you?”

“Me? I’d probably buy myself a bigger apartment… one that has enough space to satisfy my needs.” The two of them laughed at this, as if there was some sort of inside joke that not even they understood just yet. “And then I’d probably buy myself some fancy new clothes… and then I’d go join my best friend on their vacation~”

Grinning, Frank he couldn’t believe that he’d never really talked to Samuel like this - it had only been a couple of minutes and it felt like the two of them had been friends for years! However, the smiles on their faces soon faded, the laughter quieting into slow, weary sighs. “Shame that won’t happen…” Frank murmured, toying with some of the fur attached to ends of his white, arm length gloves, his long sharp fingernails almost pricking through the tight leathery material.

“Are you sure about that?” Samuel said, placing a dainty hand on his hip whilst the other took his glasses off and slid up onto his scalp, resting on his shaggy caramel coloured hair and revealing his bright, energetic blue eyes. “What if I told you there was a way for us to earn a lot of money tonight?”

“What do you mean? Did you bring a couple of lottery tickets or something?”

“Nope… but we do have something much more valuable than silly pieces of paper.” Samuel eyed the statue, and Frank looked back forth between the two for a couple moments before gasping.

“Sam, you can’t be serious!” he exclaimed, placing his hands on his hips. “We’ll get in trouble if we take it out of there…” Frankie glanced about briefly before hastily continued in a hushed tone. “A-And besides, cameras watching us!”

“Oh no, cameras?” Sam said in mock despair. “The two of us, all our planning and desires… stopped by a couple of cameras! It’s not like, you know, one of us has a certain gadget that can remove such an obstacle…” His eyes lowered down to Frankie’s waistline, who looked down at himself to see that there was now a metallic orb no bigger than a tennis ball resting on his belt. If he wasn’t so distracted by this sight, Frankie would have noticed that it was hard to tell where his shirt ended and his trousers began, even around his shoes - it was as if they were just one piece of clothing now. Reaching a hand down, Frankie cupped the gadget in the palm of his white leathery glove and jumped slightly as it seemed to respond to his touch, a bright blue curving around its’ middle.

As he continued to inspect the device, Frankie’s hand seemed to automatically pull it off - the light began to flicker hazardously as a low beeping sound boomed out of it. Throwing it in the air like a hot potato, Frankie panicked for a couple moments as he worried about what it would do once it stopped. The beeping started to quicken, and once it seemed to be moments away from exploding, he let out a girlish yelp and swatted it aside - the orb sparkled and cracked open, releasing absolutely nothing.

Lowering his slender, lean arms away from his face, Frankie shoved back some of his ashen coloured locks as they dangled in front of his eyes and pouted at Sammy, who was holding a hand to his glossy red lips to muffle the rather sultry, womanly chuckle coming out of him.

Frankie huffed and placed his hands on his hips. “What is it?”

“Oh, nothing,” Sammy replied. “I thought you were supposed to be as experienced as I am, that’s all.” Looking up at the cameras positioned at certain angles throughout the room, she saw that now fizzed with the same blue sparks as the grenade had moments ago. “Are you sure it worked, though?”

“Of course I am,” Frankie snapped. “It’s a modified EMP. The camera’s aren’t down; they’re just seeing a looped video of the room from when the night shift started.” He wasn’t entirely sure why he’d said all that - he felt like he was bluffing, but as the seconds passed Frankie felt an aura of assurance wash over him. Frankie then adjusted his posture so that his hands rested on his hips in a more confident and almost sassy manner; the two of them unaware of the quiet cracks as Frankie’s shoulders caved inwards, greatly reducing their masculine broadness. “You should be thanking me, Sammy. If I wasn’t here, what would you do? Whip the cameras out of view?” He gestured at his associate’s belt, which lacked any kind of buckle or pinhole and was more or less a leathery strap wrapped around his waist. Yanking it off, Sammy bundled it up into a loop before attaching to his side.

“C’mon Fralicity, I was only playing with you,” he said softly, before winking and adding; “Besides, I can always appreciate another woman’s touch in my line of work.” Fracility smiled at that, but it immediately twisted into a frown as a tingling sensation bubbled around his scalp once more. There was something… strange with what Selima had just said. But before he could ponder any longer, he was snapped out of his thoughts by a squealing, squeaking sound - Selima had his hand resting on the top of the glass case, or rather he was resting the tips of his razor sharp fingernails against it. Fralicity was about to ask what he was doing, but the Selima started to slowly move around the statue, the creaking echoed through the air as a circle was gradually cut into the glass. Once he had returned to his original spot, Selima’s hand immediately darted to grab the large chunk before it fell onto the statue and made a whole lot of noise.

Carefully and gracefully, Selima lifted the the circular piece out of the lid and placed it down on the floor behind him - Fralicity’s eyes immediately found themselves drifting down towards his partner’s rear, and he pushed his sunglasses up his nose as if to hide his ogling from anyone else if they were to enter the room. He didn’t seem to notice that the sunglasses pushed all the up to his eyes now, to the point where his eyelashes curled up against the plastic lenses. But before this could start to irritate Fracility, the lenses split apart and melted onto his face, sliding up above his eyebrows and around his cheeks as they sharpened into a pointy eye mask that showed off how sleek his black, iinky his eyebrows had become and accentuated his eyes… eyes that were currently shifting from their earthy brown to an icy blue as they continued to eagerly take in the view of Selima’s ass in that tight black latexy bodysuit: The way it clung to his rear made it look deliciously round, perky and bubbly, especially with how even Selima’s thighs seemed to look thicker too; his legs had an oddly feminine slenderness to them that Fralicity had to admit was rather attractive… and so a certain part of his body twitched in appreciation of the sight before him.

A heat flared throughout Fralicity now, and he quickly became aware of the rubbery texture of his own bodysuit sticking to his skin, a thin sheet of sweat starting to coat him. Feigning a cough to blanket a moan that was just about to creak out of his mouth, Fralicity shifted on the spot and fanned himself with a hand - had the air conditioning been turned on too high in here or something? With his other hand, he undid his tie before quickly unbuttoning the white shirt that he was wearing underneath and yanking it open, sighing softly as his bare chest was exposed to the cool air in the room.

As he popped his collar open and wrapped his tie onto his neck, Selima finally stood back up and faced Fralicity, his emerald eyes glistening with curiosity… and a hint of playfulness as he said in a huskier yet higher pitched tone: “Like what you see~?” Once again, a part of Fralicity’s mind was nagging at him to notice something about Selima’s face, but there wasn’t anything unusual about the red tinted goggles and tight rubbery headpiece that he always wore to conceal his identity, little strands of black hair just twisting out from underneath it. To be honest, Fralicity had personally considered making something less discrete… but well, he couldn’t help but show off~

“I sure do~” Fralicity replied in a more honeyed but equally sultry manner, smirking before the two of them turned their attention to what was truly important. Walking a little closer to the statue, his hips starting to get an extra sway to their step, Fralicity raised an eyebrow at Selima, who simply nodded and said; “Go ahead.” Sticking an arm inside, Fralicity grabbed the pristine golden cat statue by its waist and lifted it out - it was surprisingly lighter than he expected, but he still treated it as if it were made of glass and immediately clamped his other hand to the base once he had taken it out of the box.
“Damn….” Selima muttered, walking around until he was beside Fralicity, click clacks echoing throughout the gallery thanks to his boots, the high heels having been sculpted in a way that they were perfect for grappling and climbing walls… as well as being deadly to be kicked by.

“It’s so beautiful…~” Fralicity whispered as the two simply took in the way it glowed in the moonlight - it was almost as if it had some kind of golden aura. Another warmth appeared in the two partners, although instead of the sweat inducing kind they had both experienced earlier, this one was more like sitting at a campfire or resting in a bath. As this warmth slowly seeped into their bodies, the two of them moaned softly in complete harmony. Fralicity’s head tingled once more as a snowy mane cascaded halfway down his back, some of the curled locks resting gently against his shoulders. His lips gained the same scarlet shaded lipstick as his accomplice before both their mouths plumped out with spongy tissue that made them look full and kissable.

A series of muted cracks shot out of the two as their jawlines shifted to remove their rough, angular edges; Fralicity’s was replaced with a smooth heart shaped mouth whilst the headpiece on Selima accentuated his heart shape along with the two cat-like ‘horns’ that pushed their way out of the top. The men felt an odd tugging sensation appear around their waist as their hips rapidly flared out into a pair of curvy, womanly hips that caused the tough material to creak slightly as it creased to contain them. Meanwhile, the ends of Fralicity’s tie began to crawl upwards until they were up to his neck - once they had, the two ends fused together before tightening into the same black leather as the rest of his ensemble, clasping tightly against his throat for just long enough to make his Adam’s Apple melt awat. Finally, a small shiny tag formed its’ way out of the choker and dangled just below his collar bones, a title engraving itself into the metal as if it were written by an invisible, flowing hand:

~𝐵𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝒞𝒶𝓉~

Either due to this, or perhaps because he was the one directly in contact with the idol, Fralicity’s changes began to accelerate: His burly legs slimmed out as his thighs thickened with flesh, leaving them as slender and statuesque as Selima’s whilst still retaining enough strength to dish out deadly and acrobatic kicks; his shoes adjusting to the same kind of high heeled boot as a similar kind of white fur that decorated the ends of his gloves sprouted out from the back of his calves.

Underneath his bodysuit, Fralicity’s plain white office shirt started to be absorbed into the leather, his collar flattening and softening into that white fluff as it traveled down to his chest area. The buttons, the only remaining sign that what he was wearing was once a suit, also melted into the bodysuit and seemed to be repurposed as a zip at the end of the where the lapels would have started to be buttoned together. Fralicity’s flat, toned rear then started to swell out with pillowy tissue, filling out and pressing snugly against the tight bodysuit as he gained a big, round bubble butt that ballooned over the panties that were black and lacy, the silky material hugging against his hardened member. The sensation of this change felt as if a pair of invisible hands were kneading and massaging Fralicity’s ass, and he bit down on his lip as a moan creaked out, his hips gently swaying side to side as his legs squirmed on the spot.

The ‘hands’ then disappeared from Fralicity’s ass… and reappeared on his and Selima’s chests, causing the two of them to gasp sharply as tiny jolts sparked out from their nipples, as if someone had just slapped their palms directly onto them. A split-second later, the two erupted in a melody of moans as the caresses started to stroke their pecs, sending waves and waves of pleasure coursing through their bodies. With each rub and squeeze, the tightly collected packs of tendon and sinew gradually relaxed and spilled out into a pair of large, pillowy breasts that effortlessly filled out the space left open by the zippers and stretched against comfortable against their bodysuits, the creamy orbs rising up and down as a visible sign as to how aroused they were thanks to these large physical changes, their faces flushed a light red. There was only one change left for the idol to bless its’ new guardians with, and although Fralicity’s mind was throbbing in time with his spasming cock, he was just able to sense the statue getting hotter, as if he was holding his hands around a flame - 

The two men unleashed ear-piercingly passionate screams as their arousal suddenly skyrocketed, Selima doubling over as Fralicity dug his nails into the statue, their eyes screwed shut as a warmth surged through every fibre of their entire beings. With each and every spurt, Fralicity felt an intense spark shoot through his nerves and sink into his brain; each and every one made it harder to think, harder to even recall his own name… but the sheer power of the ecstasy he was experiencing made him more than eager to embrace it. As their cocks continued to pump out their useless masculine seed, their swiftly emptying balls withdrew into their crotches and embedding themselves until they were nestled inside their hips. Finally spent, their lengths began to follow suit as they receded into the newly shaped entrance, stopping once they were sheltered between the warm wet folds and finishing their transformations. Their minds a brief hot mess, the two women let out multiple moans, coos and sighs of relief as they recovered from their orgasms, and even these quickly devolved into sultry, mischievous laughs as they seemed to forget what had just occurred. 

“O-Oh my, I…” Selina Kyle gasped between giggles as she pulled herself upright. “I always thought stealing was quite a thrill, but I didn’t expect you to get this enthusiastic, Felicity~”

Something in her mind popped at that name, and after shaking her head a little (although even this small movement was enough to make her magnificently voluminous hair shake in an almost sensual manner), Felicity Hardy huffed. “What can I say~? I do what I love and I love what I do~” She then passed the Idol over to Selina, who eagerly took it into her own hands. “Besides… well, I couldn’t help admire all the treasures in front of me tonight~”

Selina smiled. “I don’t usually play well with others when it comes to what we do, but I have to admit I enjoyed this little partnership of ours.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” chimed Felicity. “They say there’s no honour among thieves, but… well, I certainly never expected to come across someone who’s after my own heart~” The two women smiled silently for a couple seconds, scanning over each other’s forms and taking in their undeniable similarities… both thematically and tangibly. 

“...Well, it would be so wrong of me to just take this all for myself.” Selina said, adjusting her hold on the figure. “Would you like to head back to my apartment? Perhaps we can strike a deal… celebrate our successful job.”

“I certainly like the sound of that~” Felicity husked. “I’ll warn you though, I have ways of making things turn in my favour~”

“I bet you do~” Selina purred. “But first, I think we should try to think of a way out of here - unless you can find a way to convince me that walking out the front door is a good idea.” Felicity scanned the massive gallery now, checking for any vent grates that looked easy to pull off or kick in - she grinned as her eyes caught onto the many gargoyles that were positioned across the room, all of which were conveniently near the massive glass dome…
Later that night and long into the early morning, police sirens rang out across  the city… except for one specific apartment that was instead full of moans, gasps, wet slaps, and the occasional catlike squeal of glee. As the two cat-burglars passionately celebrated their heist on plush king sized bed, the rays of sunlight filtered in through the closed shutters and rested on the idol as it lay on the gently shuddering bedside table, there was something about the way its mouth was closed that gave it the tiniest hint of a content smile. It felt good to be free once more.

 

(source for cover image here. source for end image here.)