It was no time for fuming, Gerlinde thought as she entered the little closet she had cleared out a recovery ward for Lisle kitty.<br/><br/>Lisle kitty needed to breathe easy.  Fumes would get in the way.  If Gerlinde showed the anger she felt smoldering inside her, Lisle kitty might smell smoke.  She would want to know what the fire was.  Gerlinde knew she would not be able to keep that secret back.  She would have to tell Lisle kitty that there was, indeed, fire.<br/><br/>She would have tell Lisle that they were likely to both get burned.<br/><br/>So Gerlinde composed herself as she entered the tight space.  She took the flames out of her cheek's hue before Lisle puss could cringe from the heat.  She took the soot out of her throat before its singe could bring tears to Lisle pussy's eyes.  She made herself snow again, so that Lisle would not fear the awful fire hurting Gerlinde's chest.<br/><br/>There was only one part of Gerlinde that was not sleekness, poise and black leather - the usual part that defied composure:  Her cock.<br/><br/>Gerlinde's penis lifted from her belly in a demanding drawbridge, pushing a huge bulge into relief where its unsteady surface and turgid thumping fought her breeches' confines.  It felt sodden with liquor, heady and strong.  As calm as the generous, soft sweeps of her body were, Gerlinde's penis was about to tear free and stand like iron.<br/><br/>She sighed through her nose; she couldn't help it.  She was looking at the figure curled nude under the blanket, and thinking about all the parts of that figure that she, with her own uninhibited hand, had shaped.<br/><br/>The tail that surely twitched with nervous life and new shapes of activity.  The teeny needle teeth - canines and bicuspids - that Lisle tongued in all their lean sharpness.  The lively, leaf-shaped ears that sprouted, covered with the same trim down as Lisle kitty's tail, from her head.  And the other, adapted alterations:<br/><br/>The warped legs.  The severed fingers.  The plump, long clitoris.<br/><br/>Of course, that latter part, Gerlinde had freshly played with.  While she had Lisle kitty unconscious, she infused it with a little more dosage of the cortizan.  For all Lisle kitty knew, it may as well be growing on its own.  But it did grow.  Another inch was gained; more chubby width, more scintillating nerve heads clustered under its tender, silken skin.  Surely, Gerlinde thought, those nerves must be stirring now in sympathy with the push of her own penis.<br/><br/>She smiled at the thought, and at the figure on the bed.<br/><br/>It almost banished the memory of Hicke - gaunt and bleak and brunette in her SS gray uniform - looking at the same kitty with a sneer.<br/><br/><em>"You cannot possibly think she would be acceptable with those teeth."  </em>Hicke had hissed.<em>"You overstep, dangerously.  Dangerously because you endanger the Kommandant."</em><br/><br/>Gerlinde had protested that she had intended no such thing.  Even then, she wondered if that statement was true.<br/><br/><em>"You gave her the means to mutilate us!"</em><br/><br/>Gerlinde had not shared that she rather liked that idea.  She had said that Hicke was overreacting.  She had retaliated by saying that Hicke was insulting her by doubting Gerlinde's ability to have the kitty properly trained.  She had looked offended, even though she felt lost and sick instead.  And Hicke had just snarled at her.<br/><br/><em>"I asked you for a treat, and you give me an apple with a razor blade in it.  You are fortunate I don't report this as an attack.  I most certainly will not allow even the threat of such a...monster...in the Kommandant's house."</em><br/><br/>Gerlinde had flinched as though struck.  Even now, remembering it, sinking down next to Lisle kitty with a plastic cup full of ice chips, she flinched a bit.  Petting Lisle kitty's head made her feel smooth and snowy again.<br/><br/><em>"Fix it.  You have a week." </em>Hicke had ordered, as though Gerlinde were not two full ranks her superior.  She had left Gerlinde dizzy with distress.  Gerlinde had seen Lisle kitty taken to the recovery room, had found a closet of her own, and had wept in the throes of hormones, terror and uncertainty.<br/><br/>She felt better now.  Certainty was a long way away when it came to the future.  But now, certainty was crisp as the ice chips; intense as green eyes.<br/><br/>"I am here to see how you feel."  Gerlinde said, petting kitty's head, and skimming a chance touch across a tender, pointed ear.