theladiesofmystic
As far as mental stability and comfort went Katherine was much more of an expert driving others to insanity for the fun of it rather than helping them deal with their…Issues. But she also considered herself adaptable enough as to get what she wanted regardless of objective. And if Tonks needed reasons to separate herself from the image of Bellatrix in her mind…. As soon as her face changed so did everything else. The feline like movements that Katherine perpetually adopted in Tonks presence in honor of her nickname for her transformed into the uninviting pose of someone certainly not pleased to see the other. Her eyes turned cold and predatory in intention. The previous caressing completely dissipated. And instead she was roughly taking Tonks by the neck before she could even blink in her new form. “Couches…Are for people.” She scolded her with taunting malice. Immediately after Tonks had been thrown out of her seat and was rolling on the ground by the violent push that Katherine gave her. “There…Don’t you feel much more at home rolling on the floor Bellapig?” She mercilessly questioned. She had been rough in her games with Tonks before. But this was certainly different. There was nothing in her malicious grin indicating that she wasn’t going to snap her neck from one second to the next. “I am sorry for the lack of dirt but…Well…Could any room really be any more dirtier than when it has your worthless body stumbling around?” The brunette provoked while seeing her finally stop face up. After a rush of velocity she was now sitting on her stomach. And without any hint of further explanation she harshly slapped her breast still resting under her clothes. “Such a pathetic and disgusting fuck-oinker.” She muttered as she slapped the other breast…And then the first one…And then the second one again and again making sure that each movement was more painful than the last one until she changed to groping her tit aggressively waiting for her to squeal. In a new show of speed she approached her face with a dangerous edge in her eyes. “I can’t stand looking at your useless, inferior self…” Katherine practically spat. “Be Tonks…Now!” She commanded in practically a roar.
The change in Katherine was immediate. When she changed into Bellatrix, any positive emotions that Katherine ever showed were gone, and the look on her face was clearly one of hatred - a look she definitely did not want to ever see directed at her ever again.
She winched a bit as Katherine grabbed her neck, and then gasped as she was thrown to the floor.
She didn’t have much time to do anything after she gathered herself on the floor before Katherine was on top of her, and then she started slapping her breasts, wincing as they got harder and harder.
She was honestly sort of terrified by the time that Katherine’s face was suddenly in front of her own, and she had definitely made her point clear. Bellatrix was nothing but a pig that rolled around in dirt, while she was a goddess. It was foolish to consider the two of them comparable, she supposed.
She instantly changed back as Katherine demanded it, breathing a little deeply as she looked up at her. Her hands hesitantly moved to Katherine’s hips, and she swallowed.
“I...uh...see your point.”
