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Disclaimer - You remember the 1991 animated classic about a lady who reads books shacking up with a well-dressed semiferal-beast-thing? Towards the end, there was a point when the curse was broken and all of the various serving-staff-turned-household-objects were changed back into people. This story is for all of those who never understood why the movie had such a sad ending. (This is a work of pornographic fiction. Do not read if it would be illegal for you to do so.)

The Life of the Party

Davy licked his paw and ran it back over his scruffy mane as he walked up towards the imposing Wellgraves manor house. He swallowed as he looked down at his rust colored sweatshirt and baggy camouflage pants concealing his somewhat slim form, as well as a pocket full of uppers and downers just in case being around real people again made him too anxious. The invitation had specifically said "casual," so he figured this would be alright . . .

Already he felt out of place, a strange sense of anticipation mixed with unease boiling up inside of him as he looked around the palatial front garden. Everything was immaculate down to the grout between the geometric tiles making up the path. Every leaf of the trimmed hedges conformed down to perfect geometry, and the simplified humanoid figures making up the statues looked as if they were blown from glass rather than carved from marble.

The somewhat worn hyena felt like he should be sweeping up after himself with every step, and yet, the huge vaguely Greek-style of the mansion's facade drew him forward with promises of comfort that were unheard of in this current era. He stared at the rich orange light of the sunset illuminating the carved white marble columns in the waning light. His thoughts turned idle as he looked towards the house, steps slowing. The shadows seemed to creep forwards, engulfing the fluted white columns in darkness. It was like a tide of viscous black molasses pouring forth and engulfing the entire building. The shapes and colors seemed to blend together, not even a house anymore, but just a slowly twisting mess of curved darkness seeping out towards him.

Closing his eyes and shaking his head, the hyena let his eyes adjust and opened them again, seeing the immaculate temple-like building once again. It was just his nerves. Davy knew himself to be somewhat prone to daydreams, especially when he'd smoked a bowl to relax just a bit, but he wasn't going to screw this up. Most people were never so lucky as to be invited to the Wellgraves estate for a party, and he wasn't going to let this one slip by. It was odd though, the whole place seemed rather quiet for a party . . . Maybe he was supposed to go in some sort of side entrance?

Ascending the wide flight of pearly steps, he reached the large oak double doors at the top, each with a heavy cast iron ring that served as a knocker. Looking to either side and not finding any sign of a doorbell, he reached up and grabbed one of the cold metal rings, a nervous hyenine giggle bubbling up in the back of his throat as he pulled the heavy knocker back. It felt like he was in some sort of cheesy movie set. He imagined a Dracula-like figure waddling out and yelling at him to get off the porch. Before his imagination could get too carried away, he brought the knocker down, ears flickering at the deep clacking thunk that was far deeper than he had expected.

He hadn't even let go of the iron rung before the huge doors creaked open, letting the bright light from inside spill out. The figure who had apparently opened the door stood at attention as he was revealed, almost as if he had simply been waiting there the whole time. The smart trim figure was clad in a crisp white shirt with a starched collar and a tight crimson waistcoat. His charcoal gray trousers were perfectly pressed, leading down to paws that were mostly covered by tight form-fitting white spats. But the most striking thing was the mask. The creature's face was completely covered by a pointed white mask with twisting stylized black markings on it, two painted crescents where eye holes should have been producing a strange look of oddly attentive mirth. Davy couldn't help but stare, the waiter-like figure's pointed ears poking out from behind the mask, completely still. It was impossible to tell exactly what species he was, as most of his body was covered in neat pressed clothing, all the way out to the tight kid gloves on his hands.

Davy stood with his mouth open for a full three seconds before the figure snapped to life. "Welcome to the Wellgraves estate!" The well dressed figure made a beckoning flourish like an over-dramatic puppet. His voice was muffled, but full of enthusiasm that his unsettling mask didn't quite match.

"Oh, hi." Davy stuttered, still surprised by just how quickly the doors had opened. He panted, pink tongue licking out over his dark lips as he fished in the front pocket of his sweatshirt for his filigreed and now somewhat crumpled invitation. "I'm here for the party, I think."

"Indeed, Master Davy. Come in. Come in." After a brief pause, the ostensible butler reached out and ushered the unsure Davy over the precipice, guiding him with sudden and surprising strength. The doors creaked shut behind them completely unbidden as the hyena stumbled over his own feet while they sank into the plush rug on the floor.

"Right. Thanks?" It was weird that the guy already knew his name . . . but it was on the invitation. Davy looked up at the mansion's atrium. More oddly featureless statures flanked the red carpet on the floor that split off into various pathways that led through the maze-like interior of the decadent house. "Sorry if I came early, but the invitation said seven, so I didn't want to be late . . ." He still held the invitation clenched in his paw like it was a winning lottery ticket.

"Late?" The mask turned to the side, staying there for an uncomfortable pause before the cheerful voice continued. "Master Davy, you are just on time. We are setting up the smoking room now. You will surely be the life of the party." His voice was a strange combination of distant and yet overly gregarious, like an answering machine recording of a used car salesman.

"Oh . . . cool." Davy nodded, looking up at the crystal chandelier hanging far above him on the domed ceiling. He swore that he could see a thousand miniature versions of himself staring back down at him all with a sort of questioning vacant stare. "So . . . this is a smoking party?"

Again, there was a blank period where the painted crescents of the butler's mask seemed to peer at him too closely without moving. Davy wasn't even sure how he could see . . . "You do enjoy smoking, yes?" The point of the mask turned to face him like a predatory satellite dish.

Davy sniffed his sweatshirt self-consciously. He could barely smell the bud he had lit up earlier. "I do. Yeah." He shrugged, tamping down the impulse to giggle at the oddness of the question. Had they just noticed the smell . . . or did they just know? Was he really that easy to peg down?

"Excellent. Follow me, sir." The servant turned around before he began to walk towards the room between the two grand staircases. Davy noticed his thin pointed tail arcing behind him, swinging from side to side rhythmically with every step, bending in a way that seemed just slightly too fluid. Maybe he was a jackal? It was still kind of hard to tell.

"Wait." Davy said, rounded ears perking up in surprise as the figure paused in mid-step. "Err, no we can keep walking, but uhh . . . I'm Davy." He realized how stupid he sounded, as the man had already used his name earlier, but he fumbled on anyways. "What . . . errr, sorry, who are you?"

"I am . . ." The butler seemed to think about the question deeply before suddenly continuing to walk forwards as if his momentum had never been interrupted. "Merely a servant." He finished simply.

"Merely? That's a strange name." Davy chuckled anxiously at his own joke as he trotted forwards to catch up. He watched as the manservant reached forwards and grabbed the handle of the door, turning the knob very slowly with a loud click, as if he had unlocked it through sheer force of will. From behind, the butler was actually quite attractive. Davy couldn't help but let his eyes wander down from his lean muscled shoulders to his faint but rounded ass. He considered asking about the mask, wondering if he was being too nosy.

"The house has strange tastes. You will love them." The servant pushed the door open and folded his arm, white gloved arm bent ninety degrees, beckoning the hyena into the room as his mask covered face seemed to grin, despite having no clear mouth. The room was slightly hazy, and a wave of warm sweet scented air washed over Davy, seeming to sink in between the fibers of his fur with a strange cloying tenacity.

"Uhh, sure." Davy nodded as he stepped in, still trying to parse exactly what the stately servant had said. The smoking room had a much lower ceiling and a cozy ambiance, the side walls all illuminated by lamps that shone off of the arabesque patterned ceiling. In the center of the room was a circle of lushly embroidered cushions surrounding a red velvet curtain draped over some kind of occluded pedestal in the center, something tenting the thick fabric from underneath. "Nice place. Looks really Arabic-like." He scratched at the back of his head, looking around as the sharply dressed butler closed the door behind him.

The servant turned back towards the room, masked face looking up towards the ceiling, stock still. "Levantine." It was strange that Davy couldn't even see his mouth moving behind the mask at all as he watched the strange figure stop and ponder in his own herky-jerky way.

"What?" Davy shook his head, following the pensive butler's gaze upwards even though he didn't follow his logic.

"In the style of the late Ottomans." The servant clarified rather unhelpfully before he then continued walking towards Davy, careful measured strides getting closer and closer. The hyena stepped back slightly, eyes focusing in on the simple curling patterns on the mask. There was something imposing about the way the butler moved towards him, like a porcelain boar charging in slow motion. For a second he swore that he could see the vague markings on the mask shift like ribbons caught in the wind. But by the time he had blinked, the servant had already passed him, moving towards a large ornate cabinet on the far side of the room with a myriad of heavy oak drawers and an Aladdin-style brass lamp casting a flickering flame from the top.

"So . . . what exactly is going on? When do the rest of the people show up?" Davy asked, padded paws feeling the plush wool of the carpet under his feet. This whole situation was kind of weird. He was expecting clinking champagne glasses and stately waltzes with people talking and laughing everywhere . . . Maybe it was better like this. He shivered slightly, fur on his mane raising up at the thought of being surrounded by people he didn't know.

"Guest will come when they are sure to be properly entertained." The servant answered in his typical cryptic fashion. "We must make sure that you are prepared." His gloved hands moved with mechanical efficiency as they descended into one of the drawers. Davy worried for a split second about him pulling out a gun, or an asp, or some other implement of doom. Instead though, the slender fingers pulled forth an unusually long and thick cigar unlike any Davy had ever seen. It had a black band spiraling down its brown exterior, rolled so tightly that there was no longer any impression of individual leaves.

"Yeah, sorry if I'm not dressed up or anything," Davy mumbled. He watched as the careful fingers slowly rolled the entire length gently over the steady flame from the lamp on the dresser. "I didn't really realize this was going to be like, a cigar night." He finished lamely, eyes following the butler's other hand as it produced a heavy brass device that looked like a cross between an old fashioned camera and a guillotine.

"There is no problem, Master Davy." The servant's oddly cheerful and yet artificial voice replied. He fit the end of the thick cigar into the device and then squeezed a lever on the side, causing a razor sharp blade to neatly shear off the end. "Your choice in clothes will not matter after a short amount of time." Davy saw him pull up his mask slightly from behind, bending down like the arm of a railroad crossing, placing the cigar above the licking flame, and puffing at it gingerly. He then took a noticeably deep breath, barely any of the white wispy smoke drifting up as the end slowly blossomed into a warm rosy glow. The butler then lowered his mask before turning back around.

"Cool . . . I guess." There was just something oddly puzzling about the way the stately guy talked, but Davy was now distracted, wet black nostrils flaring as he took in the strange exotic scent of the cigar in the few puffs that had hit the air. It didn't smell like anything he'd ever smoked before, having some of the earthy notes of tobacco, but also a more heady herbal undertone that tickled his nose with hints of thyme. "Oh, hey. That smells like, really good." His tongue flicked out to lick at his nose as he inhaled again. "What is it?"

"It is for _ you _ to share with our guests." The butler turned and walked back towards him, carrying the spiral cigar as one might a gently smoking royal scepter. "You may wish to have a seat."

Davy dug his toes into the carpet and shifted his weight from foot to foot. It still felt weird to be the only person in here. "I think I'll stay up if that's cool. You know . . . uhh, stretch my legs."

The masked servant walked up uncomfortably close to him before pausing to reply. "As you wish." He then exhaled a billowing hazy cloud that curled from under the mask, enveloping the hyena's head despite the time since he had last taken a draw from the cigar.

Davy raised his paws in front of his face before the smoke hit him like a silken sledgehammer. It slid over his tongue in trickling rivulets that seeped down into his lungs in a rush of flavor and scent that blended the smoothness of vanilla with the light abrasion of crushed pepper. His mouth hung open an his nose twitched, brushy tail standing out behind him as he staggered, awash in the most delightful sensation he had ever had as a contact high. "Or maybe . . ." He staggered slightly on his feet, not managing to stifle the giggle that rose in the back of his throat. "I'll just lie down a little bit." And with that, he could feel strong gloved hands slow his decent as the sea of rich tasseled cushions rose up to meet him.

He was tumbling head over heels through a pins and needles field of thrumming sunset orange, cinnamon, and clove. The heady smoke grasped around him like an infinitely engulfing blanket of heat, making his fur prickle as it slowly seeped in around all of his senses. The heat of a hot air balloon rising like a jellyfish bubbled up inside of him as he laughed out loud, paws running all over his body. the sensations made his tongue loll out in stunned ecstasy.

By the time his mind was coming down from the rush, he blinked his dark eyes and found himself lying splayed out on the cushions, spotted fur revealed to the pleasantly warm air. "Wha . . . Where did my clothes go?" He groggily looked down at his exposed body, reaching down and covering the half-hard length of his cock poking out of his tan furred sheath.

The masked butler was standing over him like some sort of attentive statue, still-smoking striped cigar held casually as Davy's eyes locked onto it and his tongue licked over his chops with evident hunger. "You tore them off while exclaiming 'Too hot. Got to let the star-havers in.'" The tilted mask's half-moon eyes beamed down at him. "I took the liberty of folding them."

"Thanks." Davy shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, but he was unable to get past wanting another taste of that delicious white billowing smoke. That's not like any cigar I've ever had . . . It's not tobacco, is it?"

The butler moved his head up to look at the cigar before looking back down to the splayed out hyena. "Indeed, it is not." He proffered a gloved hand. "Would you care to try some more?"

"Yes." Davy replied instantly, accepting the gloved hand that mechanically pulled him to his feet as if he weighed nothing.

"Good, good. You have excellent taste. Our guests will appreciate that." He brought his face in close and his waistcoat-clad chest contracted visibly as he breathed out another thick cloying plume into the hyena's face.

Davy hadn't even seen him raise the cigar to his occluded lips this time. The smoke swept him away again on a wave of new sensation as the orange peel and anise sensation permeated his lungs. He swayed on his feet, staggering slightly from the pure delight as one paw lowered itself and began to idly and unabashedly stroke against his rising pointed hyenine cock, his balls pulling up tight beneath it. He realized that he was being watched, but that felt so distant, so very unimportant compared to the raw passion that bubbled up inside of him. The feeling was impossible to resist, his other hand reaching around under his tail, a thick padded finger rubbing at the taut stretched flesh of his anus as he exhaled the balmy smoke into the warm air, breath hitching as he craved another hit with immediate need.

"Would you care for some help, master Davy?" The cheerful servant interjected, still standing at attention, watching the hyena's clumsy lust-addled ministrations.

"I'm just so horny . . . I just gotta . . . Yeah." Davy mumbled. Each prod and stroke was just making the strange passion rise inside of him.

"As you wish." The butler bowed slightly before reaching down and unclasping the fly of his trousers. His white gloved fingers grasped into the linen and pulled forwards a member that surprised Davy, even in his dazed state. Protruding from between the masked butler's legs was a perfectly smooth black shaft that looked like three solid black rubber balls squashed against each other. Each one descended in size: the first a knot big enough to give most canines pause, and the last only slightly larger than a golf ball. It looked more like something that one should see in a sex shop. But there it was, jostling as the butler's fingers squeezed it slightly, making his tight furless ebony spherical testes tense below the bizarre length, bulging slightly.

"Dude. Your dick looks like a fucking toy." The hyena couldn't help but let a high pitched yelping laugh escape his slack jaws.

"Of course." The butler stepped behind him, one hand grasping around under Davy's shoulders. "We exist to please." The strange servant's other hand reached around, and held the cigar against the hyena's lips as the strange rubbery heft of his bizarre maleness was squished against Davy's rump, rounded sections distending slightly as if made of pliant rubber rather than flesh.

The hyena's mouth eagerly wrapped around the cigar as he inhaled a direct lungful of the peppery hot bliss. His mind lit up, pupils dilating as he melted back into the impossible servant's arms. His mouth watered not only from the delicious fumes, but also because the black rounded image of that impossible shaft was stuck in his mind's eye, with the butler's strange words echoing around it like orbiting planets. The concept of existing to please made him shake with a strange pleasure that he'd never considered before. Why wouldn't he want others to feel pleasure, to use him . . . He shivered as his cock throbbed and pressed out to its full thin-fleshed length, a thick bead of pre dribbling from the tip.

Davy's back arched as he felt the rounded end of the servant's supple shaft press up against his asshole, the butler's balls clenching briefly before the rounded end pumped out an opaque black viscous liquid that made Davy shiver.

"Wha . . . What is . . ." His question was cut off as the butler pressed the cigar into his mouth again, and he took another deep luscious hit instinctively. He could feel the liquid rubber against his straining tailhole quiver into a congealed mass before slowly sinking into him, making his pink flesh turn black and slippery. His ass was suddenly impossibly sensitive, his mind reeling as he groaned around the thick cigar held insistently against his loose lips.

"Just enjoy yourself, so that the others can enjoy you as well." The Butler's animated voice crooned in his ear. The small end-bulb of his synthetic cock strained before slipping inside of Davy's increasingly pliant ass with a squelch. The hyena's changing ass wrenched down on the tensile knob, making him gasp in, his chest creaking as if making more room for the thick heady smoke.

The butler's hips rocked back and forth with mathematical precision, loosening Davy up just enough before grinding the second larger rounded section of his cock inside of the hyena's stretched rump under his tugging scruffy tail. Davy's taut matte ring of darkness quivered and pulsed as the fist-sized final bulge was rammed against him insistently. It took a final shoving strain, the hyena's ass stretched wider than mere flesh would allow before his increasing pliancy let the final plump rubbery mass to slam forwards, locked firmly inside of him.

"Excellent work. Just lovely." The servant simpered. "There's much more we need to make ready." His rubber balls both bulged below his embedded toy-like cock, straining before he spurted out three equally spaced streams of thick cool pressurized black liquid into Davy's rear. The hyena swore that he could feel the malleable darkness seeping into him. It made his insides all impossibly tender as they changed, simplifying so that the bulbous cock lodged inside of him squeaked and ground against his insides, making him writhe back against the strong and yet oddly yielding form of the servant plowing him.

The hyena's cock pulsed in time with his clenching anus, his feet braced against the carpet as he grit his teeth. Suddenly, a white gloved hand reached around from behind him, holding a folded pure white handkerchief. The servant artfully draped the linen square over Davy's cock, soft kid glove wrapping around his shaft and pumping in quick meaningful motions, making the rising bliss boil inside of the hyena's insides. Davy couldn't help himself, climax erupting in a jerking thin white spatter that was wiped clean in an instant. A whine built up in the back of his throat through. Even though he had just cum, he was even hornier than he was before, thoughts still swirling around with the idea of pleasing himself and others. The combination of the wild trip from the cigar and the blissful and yet mechanical pounding from behind him made Davy's mind become as pliant as his rubbery rump.

There was a tiny peal of panic fizzing somewhere in the back of his addled mind, but even as Davy's brow furrowed, the gloved hand pressed the cigar to his mouth again, and he locked his lips around it like a calf at the teat. The deep inhalation made his ribs creak, but he didn't even care, the wild pleasure seeped into him as his tired cock pulsed and began to leak out pre again.

"What a wonderful start." The servant braced a hand against Davy's rear before straining back. His firmly lodged cock made the hyena's flesh distend outwards, like there was rubber rather than flesh under his fur. With a wet lewd pop, the largest protuberance slid back, followed by the two smaller ones that made Davy shake and shiver with pleasure. "Perfectly round and dark . . ." A gloved fingertip reached down and stroked around the outside of Davy's revealed anus, now a dark hollow circle leading to his smooth rubbery insides.

Davy shook his head and looked back over his shoulder with his longer hyenine neck, bending his body as the servant stepped back. "Is that . . ." He searched his muddled brain for the right word, "right?" The concept of it being irregular was oddly difficult to express through language. Even as he watched the dark rubbery hole twitch, he groaned. He felt so empty. He needed something more . . . The irresistible desire made his eyes go unfocused as his idle paws reached down and started to slide over his shamelessly pulsing erection, that should have retreated after he came moments ago.

"Not yet, master Davy." The masked butler stepped towards the center of the room, his rounded rubber cock bobbing with his purposeful stride. "But we are getting closer." He reached down and grabbed the draped velvet cloth draped over the object in the center of the circle of cushions, pulling it back like a magician stealing a tablecloth. It revealed a short marble pedestal with a large wobbling rubbery length rising from the center of it. Davy licked his lips as he saw the disembodied shaft rising from the stone, shaped like the butler's had been, but even larger, each taut rounded section growing towards the massive base. Davy's free hand wandered behind him as he stared. His padded finger ran around the open rubbery ring of his ass, which quivered and made him groan: so very sensitive. He couldn't help but imagine how full he would feel with the girthy length inside of himself.

"The very center of attention." The servant gestured towards the pedestal. "Where you can please everyone." His optimistic voice made it seem so very simple.

Davy walked forwards, legs wobbling under him as if bearing his weight for the first time. "In the middle . . ." He wheezed slightly, tongue flickering out and across his nose. He sniffed in, looking towards the hazy line of opaque white smoke drifting from the tip of the cigar. "Can I . . ."

"Of course, sir." The butler obliged, holding the thick cigar up to the hyena's lips.

Davy reached up and grabbed the butler's kid gloves as he pulled in the burning brand and breathed in even deeper, neck bulging before his breath hitched. The kaleidoscope of sensations washed over him as the servant gently took the cigar back and watched him slowly blow out a plume of twisting wispy white that just seemed to keep coming.

"And soon, you will be able to share." The masked servant offered a hand that Davy looked down at for a lost second before taking it. The butler helped him step unsteadily onto the pillar, supporting him as one clawed foot scraped at the smooth marble sides a few times before successfully making it up.

"Share with who?" Davy asked dreamily, cock still pulsing as the gloved hands coaxed him gently down onto his knees so that the strange dildo rising seamlessly from the marble was inches away from his altered synthetic looking tailhole.

"The partygoers, of course. Isn't that why you came?" The masked face turned to the side before a white gloved hand slowly pressed down on Davy's shoulder, easing him down onto the rubbery rounded bulges below him.

"Is it?" As soon as the bulbous tip made contact with his black gaping rounded asshole, the hyena shuddered. The cigar was again pressed against his lips, and he breathed the pearly smoke of heaven, disheveled tail swishing as he felt the rubber thrum and pulse against him, squeaking before the first rounded bulge slipped up into his needy hole, making twin surprised plumes of the smoke hiss from his nostrils. "Yeah . . . maybe that sounds right." he moaned, pleasure bubbling out of him in a smoky crazed giggle. Even though it was so large, it didn't hurt a bit as he leaned back onto it. Instead, it gave him a strange sense of impossible fullness, blending with the trippy effects of the cigar into a squeaky spiced bliss as his ass was stretched wide before taking in the second larger black bulge.

"Such diligence!" The servant's hand stroked around the edge of his tightly stretched asshole as it quivered, straining against that final knot.

His own orifice was now indistinguishable from the rubber of the strange shaft, but even his newly found pliancy couldn't quite help him take in that final massive bulb. The two smaller spheres shook inside of him before tensing, and then Davy felt a slippery stream of coolness pour into his body. His rubbery insides all clenched and squeezed as the black matte rubber spread out from his ass, running up the base of his tail, and down the insides of his thighs. It was like feeling an ice cream cone melt between his legs on a hot summer day while being stuffed in the best of ways. With a final satisfied smoky sigh, he slid down, legs folding under him as that last bulge was locked deep inside of his quickly changing body.

"Hrrrmmm." Davy almost purred, shifting his weight slightly. It was impossible to move very far, as he was now effectively locked down to the cool white marble of the pedestal. It made it hard to find a way to get comfortable as he sat on his heels. His tail wagged behind him with an odd wriggly bounce, as the base was covered in solid rubber.

"Oh my. We do not want you to be uncomfortable, do we?" The butler tapped a finger at the chin of his mask in an exaggerated pantomime of indecision.

Davy groggily shook his head from side to side.

"Good. Let us help you then . . ." And with that the solid rounded rubbery length lodged inside of the hyena shuddered and began to pump his insides full of thick writhing opaque darkness. Every splash lit up his senses, his insides impossibly sensitive as the goo melded with his changing flesh. The blackness from his thighs began to drip down, welling out from his pores and slicking down his fur into perfectly smooth uniform curves.

"Truly, you are becoming a thing of beauty." The servant held the cigar in front of Davy's mouth, and he immediately tore his eyes away from the darkness creeping over his folded legs and snapped out for it, catching it in his teeth. The dusky drag made it feel like his body was resonating like a gong, ringing with the heartbeat of the entire household. And he didn't have to stop, breathing in more and more as his mind soared on a geyser plume of hazy bliss. His aching cock pulsed and throbbed in time with the darkness filling him, leaking down pre that beaded up when it ran down over his now smooth rubbery thighs.

The servant took both of his hands back, running his white gloves over the darkness seeping down the hyena's legs. Methodically grasping fingertips felt Davy's exhausted straining muscles relax as they turned into solid untiring blackness, quivering slightly with new-found heavy bliss. The hyena felt his tension melt away as the definition between the sections of his folded legs blended together, merging under the butler's purposeful kneading. His rather skinny rump rounded out as white fingers kneaded together the toes on his paws, leaving only a suggestion of feet in a gently curved abstracted way. Davy no longer felt any discomfort from sitting back on his paws in the slightest. His weight was cushioned by his own legs, looking like the rounded bottom to some sort of curvy futurist statue.

"Oh yes, isn't this much nicer?" The kneading hands made their way up to Davy's still throbbing pink-fleshed shaft, squeezing his fuzzy balls firmly. "But you still have so much of this that you need to get rid of . . ." With that his fingers grasped around the slick shaft and squeezed firmly. Davy reached orgasm nearly instantaneously, the other hand reaching up and wiping up the gouts of warm whiteness with a clean kerchief. It made Davy puff out smoke like some great engine, the fumes sinking into him, making all of the feelings of pleasure blend into a wet slippery symphony of sound and color.

"What stamina!" The masked face of the servant nodded as he spoke with the same gregarious muted enthusiasm that he always did. Davy squirmed, hands rubbing over his chest distractedly as his orgasm only heightened his need, bringing his sexual anticipation to impossible levels as he rocked, solid lower body quivering. "We'll have to come back for this later." The butler gently patted Davy's still throbbing shaft clean, looking up to his face where spittle was frothing around the edges of the cigar clenched in his teeth.

Despite Davy's legs being impossibly comfortable, his lungs were burning. The smoke was so delicious, but his mortal flesh could only take so much. His breath hitched, and he coughed, the cigar coming loose from his mouth before it was quickly caught by a white gloved hand that snatched it up as if moving in slow motion. Davy wheezed out, spiced smoke pouring from his mouth and nostrils as his tongue lolled from the sides of his predatory mouth. "More . . ." He gasped, seeming to deflate slightly as he breathed in the air from the room, pupils still completely dilated as he ran his arms slowly against the mottled fur on his chest, somehow distinctly aware of every follicle.

"Don't worry, Master Davy. There is plenty more to come. The guests haven't even arrived yet!" The butler spread his white gloved hands with an exaggerated shrug. "So let's make it a little easier to hold that cigar, hmm?" Davy's eyes followed as he watched the butler tilt his mask up and raise the cigar to his lips . . . or at least what passed for lips. The end of the creature's pointy black muzzle was just a perfectly smooth featureless round opening. There was a hint of what might have been a nose above it, but it looked more ornamental than functional. The servant pressed the end of the cigar snugly into his mouth-hole and breathed in, his chest rising as the smoke poured into him with an audible woosh. Davy wanted that smoke to be pouring into him instead . . . Despite his small fit of coughing, all that he wanted was more. The hyena's swooning mind still couldn't figure out what species the butler was. He looked vaguely canine, but the shadows from the mask made it hard to see anything other than the rubbery tip of his snout. The tempest of sensations from the smoke made him wonder if it was real . . . Or maybe Davy had just never bothered looking close enough before . . .

The butler paused for a brief moment, looking like a statue of some 1920s dandy before he leaned in, and pressed the pliant end of his muzzle up against Davy's surprised face. The rubbery hole made a tight seal against the hyena's thin lips as the butler exhaled, sending a billowing rush of hot smoke into Davy's lungs, making his chest creak and push out slightly. The tingling cardamom haze felt like it was swelling inside of him, pressing out from his insides, compressing his organs to make room for more of the charged delicious smoke. The pillar that he was still quiveringly impaled upon continued to pump up chilled liquid blackness inside of him, but now it was bubbling and frothing as the smoke poured impossibly down through it.

Davy exhaled slowly, watching the butler's chest rise as the now pleasantly cool smoke was forced back inside of his well dressed form. They hyena lapped out with his tongue, sliding around the black smooth edges of the oral orifice. As soon as his tongue finished a single sloppy rotation, it was pulled inside by an insistent suction, making the hyena's eyes widen. The pliant rubber insides of the servant's mouth-hole writhed and kneaded around his tongue as it salivated. Davy could taste the heady saffron flavor more and more intensely as slowly, the pink of his tongue began to darken, dripping as it melted down into more opaque liquid darkness that poured back into his mouth like a blob of mercury.

He groaned as the butler's hands massaged his head while they shared their odd kiss, running over his ears as his lips began to tingle. Slowly, the edges of his mouth pulled forwards, his lips pursing as they strained. His changing flesh was so sensitive, wriggling as he pressed himself against the servant's muzzle with squeaking enthusiasm. Soon, all that remained of his mouth was a rounded black hole that he mashed against the servant's own. Their circular holes squeaked together as the blackness began to creep back from the tip of Davy's muzzle. His nose flared and huffed as the matte wave slid up over it, sealing it so that the only place their breaths could go was back and forth between them. His eyes crossed as he watched the fuzz on his snout melting down into perfect blackness. It should have been terrifying, but with the feeling enhanced by the smoke huffed between their lungs, it felt amazing, like his body was a canvas for more of the engulfing darkness to perfect.

The butler pulled his head back, their mouth holes stretching forwards before snapping apart with a pop. Smoke hissed out of both of them as the servant slowly lowered his mask again, identical smiling crescent eyes staring at Davy with what seemed like approval. He set the cigar gently on the edge of the marble platform before rising back up. "There you go. Now let's just work on your posture . . . " He tugged at the fingers of one glove and then the other, pulling them off and revealing matte black paw-hands with spindly black fingers. Leaning in, he rubbed at the edges of the liquid blackness engulfing Davy's head, coaxing them further.

Davy groaned, his words coming out of his simplified mouth as basic moans and whimpers of pleasure. His temples were caressed as the slick engulfing wave slipped up towards his wide eyes. He didn't even think to blink before the ebony rubber had covered his open orbs, leaving them opaque and dark, dazed features simplifying into something only vaguely hyenine. His sense of sight persisted in a strange detached way, like he was looking down though a periscope at himself as fingers cupped his chin and coaxed it upwards so that his mouth hole was sticking directly into the air. He quivered with discomfort as he watched the last of the wispy smoke pour out of him, now feeling empty as his insides burbled placidly.

"Just a second more . . ." The showman's tone of the butler's voice was unfaltering. His squeaking paws spread the darkness up over Davy's ears as they folded back permanently, becoming more symbolic than practical.

Instead of his heartbeat, Davy could hear the darkness sloshing inside of him as he was pumped fuller. The sound made his solid base and the edges of his rounded mouth quiver while he still shook with an impossible anticipation. His cock was still rock hard, pulsing with mad energy as his testicles ached with need. The hands worked their way down, kneading the muscles of his powerful craning neck as it was replaced with yielding sensitive rubber. The brushy fuzz of his mane was slowly consumed into the barest hint of a smooth ridge at the back of his neck while his muscles all relaxed, relieving him of the stress of holding the vertical position. It was so easy to just hang there, his open mouth pointed towards the patterned ceiling. It was the simplest thing to just stay still and let his body stand erect as his mind wandered over his dual needs for release and more of that sweet, sweet smoke. His gaping mouth just felt so empty . . .

"I think you'll be able to handle this now." The butler's cheerful voice rang out from behind his mask as he took the cigar, placing it firmly into Davy's upraised mouth, twisting it to ensure a snug fit. The rounded edges that now served as the hyena's lips squeaked as they contracted against the base of the massive stogie that stood out vertically from his mouth, forming a perfect hungry seal.

It took him a moment before he realized what he needed to do as he suddenly realized he hadn't been breathing. He huffed in, but this time it was different. With his nose sealed off, the smoke had nowhere to go but deep down inside of him, tickling against his insides as the darkness continued to course through him. The pleasure that radiated through his altering form made his body wobble and his cock pulse, tail shuddering behind him as he continued to suck in an impossibly deep breath.

"Very good. What a draw you have." The butler spread his black fingers over Davy's expanding chest. The smooth latex spread down like chocolate dripping over the edges of a synthetic cake. The hyena's ribs creaked and popped as the smoke sank into him, billowing against his insides. But as the darkness spread down over his pectorals, his bones slowly lost definition under his dark skin and his muscles and sinews were all blended over by the malleable darkness. Black fingertips kneaded at his nipples as they too smoothed down, his chest barreling out into a gently accentuated sculptor's bust.

"Ahh, but these just seem out of place now, do they not?" He grabbed Davy's limp arms as his words bounced around with wild need thrumming inside of the Hyena's now solid black mind. "We wouldn't want them to get in the guest's way, would we?" Davy shivered at the thought. Of course he didn't want anything between himself and the people of the party. He wanted them all around him, their paws and mouths wrapped squeezed against him . . . The thought made his cock jolt, clear pre with just a hint of white dribbling down over his wide fused legs, his balls tight and seething.

The servant folded Davy's hands over his stomach before pressing them back against the hyena's body with powerfully insistent force. The slick blackness continued to seep down, covering his arms and stomach alike. As the butler kneaded, Davy felt like he was hugging himself in the best of ways, the awkward weight of his arms slowly disappearing as they were pressed into his sides. His palms and fingers were covered, forming gentle curves on his belly, drawing attention to it as it swelled. The cinder on the cigar above him shone brightly as he sucked in another rush of smoke, his stomach pushing out into rounded prominence, sloshing with the liquid inside of him and straining with the intense pressure of the all important smoke building up in his core.

"Yes. Just look at yourself. What beautiful curves." The servant beamed like a recording of a salesman trying to sell modern art. "Dark. Graceful. Full." He ran his rubbery hands down as the pouring rubber met the dark flesh of Davy's hips, leaving him completely covered in black quivering rubber save for his pulsing cock and swishing tail.

It was getting harder for Davy to breathe in, each suckling heave coming harder than the last. His thick rubber body was stretched out taut and impossibly sensitive. "You just want a way to let off some steam, do you not?" The butler reached down and slid a fingertip against the head of Davy's pulsing pink member. Even that small jolt of contact made sparks dance in the hyena's oddly disembodied sense of vision, pleasure radiating out from his crotch. Davy shook, cock jerking out a white thick dollop of cum as a distant echoing needy laugh bubbled up inside of him.

"We'll need to clear your pipes first, of course." The servant casually produced another unsullied kerchief and wiped his dark fingers clean. He stared down in silence for a moment before leaning down, tilting his mask up and wrapping his circular rubber mouth-hole around Davy's straining shaft. The changed hyena's rubbery body tensed and quivered, his cock straining as that smooth rubbery passage clenched down against every square inch of his shaft with slippery precision while the servant sucked in with intense pressure. A dark hand rose up and cupped his balls as Davy squeaked, a puff of smoke blowing back up through the cigar as a series of closely packed rapid fire climaxes rocked his writhing form.

The servant's pointy rubber nose creaked against Davy's smooth dark skinned crotch as the hyena just continued to cum, jolt after jolt sucked up into the tight rubbery maw. He just couldn't stop coming as the butler's hand squeezed in tighter and tighter against his balls. But each rush of slick whiteness was harder than the last as the mouth seemed to clench impossibly hard around the base of his shaft, the servant's face bulging out slightly as if something were swelling within it. The black smoothness crept up Davy's scrotum, pulling his balls back against himself as they swelled into smooth rounded prominence that made him squeak and huff as they were grasped with distending insistance. Soon after, the last ounce of musky white pleasure was extracted from his changing cock, and yet the pressured sucking on his bulging shaft was still driving him wild. The sensations changed, but the need still there, gnawing at his mind, pressure inside of him begging to be released into those eager waiting lips.

But instead of continuing, the butler braced his hands against the rounded edges of Davy's thighs, and pulled his head back. It looked like he was stuck for a moment, his rubber mouth hole stretching as Davy too felt his own shaft straining outwards before they came apart with one loud pop followed by two smaller ones.

If Davy could have gasped in anymore in shock, he would have, but his sides were already strained taut. Rising from his indistinct crotch was a rounded geometric shaft, a large sphere at the base connected to two of decreasing size. But there was difference between his altered cock and the butler's own, a flattened solid protrusion poking from the end, looking like the tip of a ebony recorder. It made Davy's taut rounded body shudder as a dark latex claw ran over it.

Davy's mind was spiraling as the pleasure swirled and bubbled inside of him. But release didn't come. The pressure built up tighter and tighter, but there was no relief. His scruffy tail, the last furred part of his body left uncovered by the ductile blackness gyrated wildly behind him as the butler stood up, bending up from the waist like an industrial hinge before speaking.

"Excellent. Attractive, but not overstated." The butler ran his hand along the taut gentle curves of the supple hyena's belly with hints of his enveloped arms. His fingertips stroked down to brush over the flattened tip of Davy's altered cock as he looked down at him with blank eyes. His mask was still tilted back, his face unmoving as his cheerful voice somehow resonated from his body. "But you must realize, this is not going to be a small party. It would be rude to Force all of the participants to share from a single _ source _ . . ." He punctuated the word by sliding his fingers down from the flattened tip and wrapping them around the wide rounded black sphere at the base of Davy's new organ.

A faint echoing whine rose from the altered hyena as those powerful fingers dimpled his impossibly sensitive synthetic flesh. The pleasure from his new cock extended deep inside of him, coiling around as his insides continued to change. Hazy pleasure thrummed and throbbed as he still pined desperately for release.

The servant's fingertips traced around Davy's rounded edges as he walked behind him. "So let us make sure that you can serve more than one patron at once . . ." He reached down and gripped the hyena's tail tightly in his unflinching grasp, mussing the fur, stroking the brushy length slowly up and down. Davy's body clenched and he could feel his sloshing pulse race as his tail stiffened, darkness creeping up the base as it was also filled from the inside. The butler knelt, his deft fingers guiding the tip of the hyena's straining tail to the rounded edges of his mouth.

Feeling the dark writhing confines of the servant's mouth sliding down over his tail made Davy bulge with pleasure. He could feel his tail's muscles and tendons straining, squeaking as they swelled into dark plump rubber. The servant's rubbery lips tightened as Davy's tail pulled back, growing plumper at the base, even as the sensation wound back inside of his body, tightening into an interconnected spiral of sensation. He wriggled and writhed, a faint manic creaking emanating from deep inside of him, but there was something in the way, preventing him from the release that he now desired more than anything in the world.

As his swelling shortening tail was suckled, the servant began to pull back in insistent tugs, mouth locked around the increasingly bulbous base of Davy's tail. The three rounded sections of the hyena's cock ached in sympathy as his tail bulged and stretched out into an identical shape in the elastic writhing confines of the butler's mouth. Resting his hands on Davy's plump rounded ass, the servant yanked back with his head. There was a click followed by a whir that made the Hyena's insides tense with pleasure as something felt like it was spooling out inside of him. Davy's tail was still stuck in the butler's blank mouth, even though the black figure had pulled up and away from the hyena's rear. A tightly woven black cord stretched from Davy's body, connecting to the base of his detached tail, swinging slowly and making sparks dance in his detached vision. He could still feel the suction from the still-suckling butler's mouth winding down the cord deep inside of him, spiraling down and tugging somewhere tragically close to the delicious smoke swirling in his insides.

The butler nodded, black hand running down the length of the thin finely braided cord appreciatively, making Davy's completed form shudder in still unreleased need. The hyena's mind swam with the sheer intensity of desire, the need for release straining inside of him, making his taut smooth body quiver and strain. The servant's black hand reached around Davy's curvy solid base, hand teasingly squeezing at the changed hyena's straining rounded cock before sliding down. The fingers gingerly cupped the twin bulges of Davy's swollen balls before squeezing them together with a short insistent twist, rubbery flesh distending as something audibly clicked deep inside of Davy's altered body.

A bubbling gurgle echoed from Davy's belly as the hot smoke was pulled through the dark liquid inside of him, sending lances of pleasure searing through his ductile form. The cool saturated smoke rolled through the chambers inside of him before rushing out through the cord stretched out towards the butler's lips. Finally, Davy was allowed sweet release as he fulfilled his purpose. The hot spiced smoke of the cigar was tempered with his own chilled mellow pleasure as he came in a hot hissing stream with enough forced to make the buttons of the butler's red vest creak.

The servant's hand wrapped around his other shaft-turned-mouthpiece, tugging it away from his body, a woven cord whirring out from Davy's crotch. The exacting hand squeezed around the rounded base as it too quivered and shot out a hissing stream of smoke, causing an expanding haze to fill the air with the delicious herbal scent of lust infused with bliss. Davy shuddered as his dual orgasms rocked his body, pressure lowering enough for him to huff in again and draw more of the smoke from the spiral-wrapped cigar down through his upturned neck and into his curved body, the tip glowing with a flush of orange.

The changed hyena's body and mind were one, lost in a cloudy haze of bliss as his plump belly bubbled and the smoke poured from his two phallic mouth-pieces, one lodged in the butler's snout, the other clenched tightly in his carefully squeezing black fingers.

Eventually, the servant pressed Davy's cock forwards, cord sliding back inside of him as his maleness slid back flush with his crotch. The masked butler then tugged at the woven cord hanging from his mouth, delicately wrenching out the three rounded black bulges from his snout with a trio decreasing pops, revealing Davy's altered tail, now completely identical to his rounded cock. A sharp tug caused the mouthpiece to reel back inside of the hyena's body, causing his black matte exterior to quiver slightly from the pleasingly foreign mechanical sensation.

The butler stood up, straightening his clothes, tilting back down his mask, and re-clasping his trousers so that the bulge of his rubbery shaft was hiden, pressed taut against his body. "Excellent. Now everything is in its place, and the party is truly ready to begin." He slipped on his white gloves before stroking a finger appreciatively under Davy's upturned chin, painted crescent eyes on his mask beaming with unchanging pride.

Davy huffed in more smoke from the thick cigar, raising the pressure inside of himself back to tantalizing levels, quivering in anticipation. The butler paused, and there was a distant heavy rapping: some new guests knocking at the door. "Do not worry. Soon, you will truly be the life of this party." And with that, the sharply dressed masked manservant walked out, ushering in guests as they arrived, leading them to the smoking room and arranging them carefully on the cushions, making sure they were comfortable, and gregariously doting on their every need.

Davy spent the night in quivering bliss. Each of the patrons had a different way of using him. The svelte white furred mink put the flat tip of his mouthpiece between her sharp fangs, delicately letting her smaller front teeth rest on it before sucking in with surprisingly short hard tugs, causing Davy's insides to roil in bliss. The talkative giraffe would interrupt his stories to take a long puff as the hyena's suggestive pipes were passed around. His long purple-black tongue snaked out after inhaling and licked across the hyena-turned-hookah's sensitive bulbous rubbery shaft almost teasingly. Every single breath of smoke that was drawn from Davy's sculpted body made his world explode into a quivering euphony of billowing ecstasy.

The quiet green-furred dragon would take the pipe and nurse it, taking a deep steady breath before letting smoke slide from his muzzle in gently drifting rings. The dark liquid inside of Davy churned as he watched his beautiful haze drift lazily towards the ceiling, upturned face placid even as the bliss echoed inside of him. The large muscular stag's hoof-hands squeezed around the rubber base of his front shaft as he sucked in a great lungful of delicious fumes, draining Davy's internal pressure as the hyena sucked down more smoke from the ever so slowly burning cigar into himself. The bespectacled mole rose from her seat, idly puffing away as she ran her thick-clawed hand over his curves, commenting on his artistry and making him flush with quivering pride.

The night was packed with nonstop spiced smoky climax for Davy as the guests laughed and chatted around him. They were all seemingly drawn together by his dark rounded gravity into the center of the room, interconnected by the two woven hoses that led to the same source of socially relaxing miasma.

Eventually, some of the patrons left the party, and others paired up friends they had met and wandered off to find some place more private. Yet others stayed on and let the hours of the night roll into a twisting cloud of ecstasy.

The unusual spiraled cigar burned down to an ashy nub by the time the last of the patrons had left, letting Davy's mind sink into a blissful calm as he could still feel the heartbeat of the estate itself thrumming through him, calming him as he was finally allowed to rest.

WHAT COULD HAVE HAPPENED LATER . . .

Davy awoke on the cushions of the smoking room, his clothes folded neatly next to him. The central pedestal and its rubbery spire were again covered with red velvet draped over them. He groggily sat up before the impossible pleasure-filled memories of the previous night flooded through him. His paws desperately moved up over his chest, feeling his fur and heart beating as he looked down at himself eyes desperately surveying his body as if doubting he was real.

He couldn't stop remembering the last night's memories playing out behind his eyes . . . but it couldn't have possibly been real He remembered his body bending, twisting with desire to be used by others. As his thoughts wandered, his normal pink hyenine cock, poked above the furry edge of his sheath and he shook his head.

Had he died? Or was it all just some terrible trip? Exhaling deeply, and tasting the sweet spiced memories on his tongue, he shook his head. This was too fucking weird. He grabbed his neatly folded clothes, dancing from foot to foot as he tugged on his baggy pants and orange sweatshirt.

The door to the smoking room was open, and he hustled over to it and peeked outside, tentatively looking past the red carpets and opulent decorations to where the front doors hung open, revealing the bright sun of the outside world. Not waiting to ask any questions, he dashed towards the waiting sanity of the real world. He didn't stop running until he made his way back to his dingy apartment, turning and locking the door behind himself before collapsing onto his sagging couch, unable to get the unbelievable memories of last night to stop playing in his head.

He reached out to his coffee table, its surface marred by various burns, and grabbed his favorite glass pipe that he always left lying there. He tried smoking a bud, but the stinging bitter smoke was terrible, leaving him hacking with tears leaking from the corner of his eyes. Swearing, he turned out the perfectly good grass and brought out his stash. But whatever he tried to smoke, from opium to crystal, it was all just ash on his tongue, and revolting to his mind. He couldn't even fully inhale. Without comparing it to the feelings of the last night.

He rocked back and forth, one hand scratching at the back of his scraggly mane nervously as a manic giggle burbled from his lips. Closing the top of his stash in disgust, his ears perked up as something fell out of the front pocket of his sweatshirt: a crisply embossed invitation, like the one he had received before, but lacking all of the wrinkles from his nervous fumbling.

_ Your delightful presence is once again requested at the Wellgraves Estate on the seventh of August, 2017. _

Davy swallowed, feelings of horror, attraction, desire, and revulsion righting inside of himself as he looked up at the tattered calendar that hung on his wall. That was next week . . .

It felt like he was wading through molasses as time passed. He considered just grabbing his things and getting a bus ticket out of town. But despite the nervous panic that his rational mind felt, he stayed, marking off the seconds as the days passed towards the next inevitable party.

OR PERHAPS IT WAS MORE LIKE THIS

The morning sun filtered through the open door, illuminating the empty smoking room: empty, save for the black curved vaguely hyena-like water-pipe resting on a marble pedestal in the middle of the room.

The masked servant walked in, eyes still smiling crescents as he strode forwards. "Your performance was most appreciated, Master Davy." He produced a terrycloth and began to polish the hookah's malleable curves, wiping off dust and paw prints, making the altered hyena shiver, each mote of contact making pleasure spark in his mind.

"Many of the guests have said that they will return specifically because of you!" The panderingly cheerful voice of the servant continued as he wiped Davy's empty upturned mouth-hole free of ash. He inserted a white gloved finger and swabbed the insides of the rounded indentation as Davy clenched and sucked at it longingly.

"And I see you are quite ready to have them back as well." He polished the twin mouth-pieces jutting from Davy's front and back, squeezing them tenderly as they quivered and shook as the servant calmly pulled them out and wiped down their sensitive woven cords.

"Don't you worry, Master Davy. The Wellgraves Estate is quite a popular place, and there will be more guests for you to entertain before you know it." And with that, the butler turned on his heel and walked out of the room, shutting the door and leaving Davy to his hazy dreams of when he would be used again.

BUT QUITE POSSIBLY, IT WENT SOMETHING LIKE THIS

After the last of the guests had gone, the butler returned to the room, cheerful painted eyes fixed on Davy's exhausted prominence. "You've made a lot of people very happy tonight." He patted the dark latex figure's smoothed down shoulder before reaching in with deft immaculately gloved fingers to pluck the stub of the burnt out cigar from Davy's rounded lips.

Immediately, there was a hissing release as smoke poured from the Hyena's open mouth-hole. As more and more of the sweet smoke hissed from his body, his limbs became more defined, and his rounded edges became more angular, like watching the air being pumped out of a plastic bag with a rubber doll inside of it. His fingers and feet gained definition as his arms peeled away from his sides, squeaking slightly as he clenched them unsteadily. The hyena's neck slowly bent down from its straight vertical alignment, the stream of smoke dwindling as his ears perked up, though they remained covered in dark matte rubber.

His identical cock and tail bobbed as his balance atop the cool pedestal was suddenly quite difficult to maintain. The huge rubber shaft lodged in his backside tugged at his homogenized rubbery flesh from the inside. The butler offered a steady hand, as Davy slowly pulled himself up, and the dark straining shaft slid out from his taut circular asshole with three distinct pops that resonated through his solid yet malleable form. He stood still for a moment before raising his pliant dark paws and spreading them in front of his unblinking jet eyes. The wonder was evident from his actions, but not from his still and serene smoothed over face.

"Now, what you do next is completely your own decision." The butler turned away, even as he spoke. Returning to the grand hardwood cupboard in which he had found the cigar so very long ago. "All things that have been done can of course be undone; however . . ." He opened a drawer and took out a stack of neatly folded dress clothes: pleated slacks, an orange vest, a starched shirt, and a pair of white kid gloves. "You have performed quite admirably, and, if you wish, you may stay on at the estate for as long as you wish." He finished by pulling a simple mask out of the dresser and holding it up for Davy to see.

It was much like his own, pointed and mostly featureless, white surface covered in only a few swirling black brush strokes reminiscent of attentive eyes and curling wisps of ink that vaguely resembled smoke.

Davy walked over slowly, body moving as if pulled by invisible strings. He looked down and tilted his head to the side before reaching forwards and taking the proffered mask. Sliding it over his featureless latex face felt like going home, his sight unimpeded by the painted white porcelain. "Thank you, sir." He was surprised by his own voice cheerfully resonating from his body as the mask seemed to click into place despite having no straps.

"No, no. The pleasure is all mine." The butler bowed slightly as their painted eyes stared at each other. He held out the crisp white shirt and helped the new servant into it. Davy slowly became used to his new body as he was dressed, surprisingly svelte and defined, dignified and attractive. "There is always more work to be done to prepare the Estate for next week's soiree. However, once we reach that point, many of the guests have specifically asked to see you return to your role in the smoking room."

The praise seeped into his psyche. It was good to be desired. It was equally good to service those desires.

The permanently erect three bulges of Davy's cock were tucked tight behind his fly as his tail-shaft poked from his slacks behind him, bobbing attentively as he stood and donned his vest. His thoughts briefly flickered towards his previous life, aimlessly wandering from paycheck to paycheck, constantly afraid of a multitude of banal problems. It was the easiest thing to look away from it though, as the future now seemed so much more rewarding.