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"You, Argol and Malena, are on trial on this day! Not Elenara!" The booming voice in command of the courtroom was directed at the royal Malena, seated in a stern-backed chair in front of her in the center of the chamber of judgement. Against the backdrop of the dark, dreary wood, the woman's bright purple gown seemed glaringly out of place as it rustled down in full skirts to settle against the ground. As she spoke up, she lifted her gloves hand out from her lap, waving a finger into the air with passion.

"But-" Malena's voice was cut off with a sharp look from the presiding judge, archfey Saren. "Goddess of Law and Justice," she pleaded with a softening voice, "We believed she was an evil witch! Her experiment were ..." She glanced briefly at Argol beside her, searching for a respectful word in his eyes, but he just gave a little unknowing shrug before she spat out, "questionable!"

A hand waved through the air, disregarding her pleas. "You know the laws surrounding the fey and mortals living together, but the experiments were within the confines of your mortal laws-"

"Only because the volunteers had their memory erased!" Malena rose slightly onto her short, delicate heels with a click against the wood flooring.

"Enough!" Saren's voice pulsed through the courtroom, silencing Malena now for real. She sat back into her seat without hesitation. "You destroyed a tower belonging to the fey lord Elenara. Whatever your mistakes in judgements were that led you there are of no matter. You are on trial here for this crime."

"You have been found guilty for your crimes against the fey lord Elenara. You're being charged with Destruction of property, false accusations, assault, assault of a fey lord, and loss of livelihood."

"As punishment for these crimes, Elenara will move into your home, the palace and both those charged, Argol and Malena, will forfeit their titles and rights to instead serve beneath her as indentured servants."

******

A sharp, sneering grin spread over Elenara's face as she strode through the main entry way of the palace with Argol and Malena trailing behind, shocked looks still painted onto their faces as they trotted after the fey lord.

With each step on the smooth marble, the fey lord's crisp professional black heels gave a soft click that echoed out through the open space of the room, whispering to her how much she now had. "What a delight you two chose to destroy my tower, I would have traded that tower for a castle!" She turned, pivoting to face them in the center of one of the grand rooms that was empty except for the three facing off now.

"I'll be frank with you." Her eyes scanned over each of them, Malena still looking prim and princessly after her appearance in the courthouse and Argol still standing tall in a soldier's stance. "You will have two choices for your service to me. The first, is simple... You can choose to obey my every command without hesitation or you'll default to option number two: a transformation into a pair of shoes that I can wear for the duration of your service.

Her eyes gleamed, locking onto Malena, who lead the call into attacking her tower. "What do you think, princess? Can you follow commands rather than give them?"

Malena gave a firm nod, lips pressed together in a line.

"What was that? Can you follow commands?"

"Yes."

Elenara grinned, already looking delightedly sheepish. "Very good.

"First, I have a task for you, Argol-" She smirked at him, waving her hand out over a small table between them that appeared only moments before. Out of the air materialized a pair of smooth, black leather pumps fit for a secretary to go beneath her tight, a-line skirt. They glistened with their polished finished beneath the sun's light spilling in through the large window panes. "Put these on."

For a moment, his feet didn't move on the floor. "Really?" He thought to himself, but he swallowed once, hard and took a step towards them. He gently scooped them up, feeling the sleek leather sliding down against his fingers as he held them above his knees. "Here we go..." He thought silently, resigning himself to the truth of this punishment, to survive as himself and have any chance at humanity he needed to obey through this. "-And that means giving up my masculinity... so be it."

He let out a long breath, setting to shoes down and shucking his boots off with a hard tug on each heel. For a brief second, he glanced at Malena, feeling a rush of shame at her witnessing this moment of his shaming, but he pushed on and placed his socked toes down into the scoop of the shoe, sliding one heel down towards the cupped shape of the shape.

With a bit of a twist of his ankle, he forced his first foot into the smooth pump, wobbling to heel a bit before he could raise his other foot up to guide it in. Once again, he had to twist and writhe the wool-socked foot into the pump before it would pop into the heel.

Then, he looked up and took a long breath inside, preparing for this moment to overtake him.

And nothing happened.

Elenara wrinkled a brow, looking down to the sight of his crumpled, squished woolen socks shoved into the sleek shape of the leather pumps. They were so thick they blocked him from touching the shoes. "W-well...." the fey lord gave a little sigh, considering this look before she gave a little chuckle and shook her head. "Take them off, try again."

Once again, sans-socks, Argol's foot slipped down into the curve of the heel and instantly fit into the contour of the interior while the walls of leather pressed in around his warm foot, feeling more like a glove than a shoe.

"It feels like... perfect.." Argol thought, instantly feeling a warm flush hit his cheeks as his feet pressed into the smooth pumps. "So natural... I think... I think I should have been wearing these all the time... before."

Then, with his soles pressing into the insole of the shoe, the magic began to course up through his body and bringing with it the changes imbued in the shoes.

With the blasting movement of the magic upwards, Argol's clothing began to change from the shoes on his feet upwards following the flow of the magic. His loose fitting pants started to shrink inwards, thinning as they grew tighter and tighter until they were flush to the shape of his toned calves. As they thinned further and further, the pants darkened into a smooth, matte black like the leather of the pumps he wore until they were thin, sheer tights that covered his feet on up.

Argol's eyes panned down, trying to see what was changing on his form as the waistband of his pants fully dropped off and grew into a short, navy shirt that hugged around the shape of his rump and thighs. "I-I..." He felt words sticking in his throat, struggling to find the thought that described his response to his uniform morphing into that of a flirtatious typist. Next, his shirt too started to change, tightening to his form further as white sleeves spread down his arms until dainty buttons sat on the sides of each wrist, securing the smooth band against his slender arm. A vest formed overtop of the white, collared top, button beneath where a bosom would usually swell the front of the vest forward a bit, though in Argol's case it sat flat against his chest until the puff of a red bow tied around his neck, adding a flare of color in the perfect blocks of professional white, black, and navy the rest of the outfit encompassed.

As the transformation completed, Argol's adventuring outfit of dark colors and loose, comfortable had changed entirely into tight, fitted attire from the smooth hug of the leather pumps up the skin tight squeeze of the tights that looked like a painted layer around his legs they were so fitted to him.

"And you," Elenara turned with a spreading grin as her eyes locked onto Malena. "And now for you!"

A sudden jolt hit Malena's body, zapping her as her body instantly pulsed with new magic. Her shoes, her favorite pair of pumps she constantly wore around the castle, began to tear apart.

The smooth, perfect satin spread and stretched until tears began to break through the purple surface. Her mouth dropped open with horror at the sight of them falling apart, fading and shredding into nothing as her clothing too began to morph. The full heft of her skirts began to fade and shrink inwards, tightening up to become a tight, squeezing pencil skirt that sat high on her thighs in a deep, purple dye. From there, her legs were covered in a skin-tight pair of sheer plum tights that revealed the shape of her long legs.

The modest covering of all her skirts was stripped away, leaving her with this tight ensemble from the tights on her legs up to a blazer button beneath her bulging breasts with the buttons straining. "A-at least I have a shirt," She thought to herself, feeling the tight high collar of a white button up materializing beneath the blazer, finished with a small scarf just atop the swell of her breasts. "I look like a tart of a secretary..." She thought, breathing in a sharp breath as she saw her feet covered in glossy, buttoned purple pumps.

They were a brighter shade of plum than her tights, making them pop against the darker backdrop while the heel raised her up, angling the shape of her rump in the tight skirt and making her feel glisten beneath the sun's rays.

Elenara beamed at the two of them, both looking utterly transformed by these new clothes. "Oh!" She clapped. "So perfect! But... there's something missing..." She scratched at her chin, letting out a hum of thought as she did. "Ooh, I've got it!" She chuckled, snapping her fingers together. She summoned up another pair of leather pumps, exactly like the ones already on Argol's feet, snugly hugging around his foot.

"Put your hands in-" She waved down at the shoes, setting them down in front of him with a magical gesture down towards the floor. Argol took a step forward, letting out a click of his heels on the smooth ground before he bent forward, gingerly lowering his upper body as he felt his skirt riding up with each extra inch he bent over until he felt the line of his rump poking out with only the sheer tights covering him until his palms went flush to the smooth inner sole of the shoes.

For a moment, nothing happened but as his fingers stretched out into the space for the toes and went smooth and flat against the interior of the shoe he felt the shoes starting to tighten and shrink in against his fingers until the smooth leather was flush around them, contouring to the shape of his hand like a glove with the heel of the shoe jutting out beneath the start of his wrist.

Then, the fey lord pivoted around to Malena with a grin sparkling off from her face. She raised and hand and gave the girl a zap of magic, sending a bursting transformation out from the tip of her fingers up.

Malena could feel the buzzing of the magic beneath her skin, coursing forward through her as her eyes trained down, tracking for a change in herself to reveal what the magic had been that struck her. Then, she started to see. Her wrists began to darken, the skin shifting and changing into a smooth, satin-y layer of leather as it began to spread downwards. Her fingers started to connect together, changing from five separate pieces to one large shape of the front of a heel instead of hands at all. She could feel them still, the air on the leather like it was her skin, but the sensation was slightly muffled as her 'skin' was thickened into the material enough to protect feet from the weather.

Malena's eyes went wide, looking down at herself with horror. "M-my hands..." she stammered softly, barely even audible as her fingers continued to fade into the body of the shoe until her hands were entirely changed to be pumps that her arms disappeared into.

"Good, now these are to be your uniforms when on the job." She raised up her chin, grinning. "Of course, you'll be expected to help me with my craft-"

Her craft was enchanted footwear for the females of the realm, though she strived to get the pumps and heels onto the feet of anyone who would give their faith to her whether male, child, monster, or female.

"You'll help me as you can with crafting, but anyone I enter a room with you, and you're not occupied with one, you are to kiss and lick my shoes-"

Malena's mouth dropped slightly, instantly a look of rebellion flashing in her lively eyes.

"Do you have a problem with that?" Elenara grinned, turning away. "If you do, you best prepare yourself to be a pair of my shoes instead."

******

"Malena!" Elenara strode into the room, her voice instantly jolting the woman to action as she spilled her body onto the floor, nearly tripping as she fell to her task of licking her mistress's shoes.

The moment her lips parted she could already taste the aroma of the woman's feet in the air, but then her tongue slipped over the smooth leather as she tried to block it out. "I'm doing this to protect myself..." She thought, silently encouraging herself to be strong.

"Ah, yes. Very good." She continued to walk forward, forcing the ex-princess to crawl against the floor to keep her tongue and lips on the tops of her heels. Malena's knees scraped on the wood panels, sending runs down the front of her tights where she scuffed on the floor in her eager scrabble.

The fey lord paid her servant no mind, pacing as she spoke to keep her crawling and skidding on the floor as her short skirt rode up, revealing a sliver of her ass through the sheer stretching fabric of her tights. "I have discovered a method of infusing shoes with great vitality. Long ago, I discovered the initial form of this practice, it drains the life energy from volunteers into the shoe to make them strong and comfortable, essentially giving the shoe some energy to support its wearer with and to maintain its own structure."

Malena, all the while, was sloppily trying to keep her lips pressing up and down on the smooth heels, bobbing her head lower to catch the sides and chunky heel of the shoe rather than just the toes already glistening with the sheen of her saliva from the licking.

"But now, now I've improved it. There's a more potent form that exists, with a charming effect too. Do you know what it is?" She looked over at Malena, staring down at her as Malena's tongue dangled out from her mouth, mid-lick. "Get up, do you know?" She nodded her head up, letting the girl stumble back up to her feet, wiping at her mouth.

"No-"

"Well, it's obvious-" She chuckled. "Sexual energy is more potent and it imbues a seductive quality to a shoe, which is always helpful for a businesswoman." She waved her hand over Malena, sending a pulse of magic through her. "You'll be imbuing shoes now, along with your little friend."

"How will we do that?" Malena asked, looking dumbstruck as she felt a tingling rush spread down her stomach towards her groin from the magic coursing in.

"Well, you'll be shoe fuckers, of course-"

With that, the fey lord strode out, leaving Malena staring in shock as the front of her skirt began to swell with the changes from the magic. Her clit had begun to swell, thickening and lengthening as a rush of fierce tingling overwhelmed her as her sex started to grow out, changing from a sensitive nub into a full, throbbing cock that jutted out into the firm constraints of the leather skirt, creating a strong tenting in front of it as she felt balls swaying beneath, squishing into the tights.

Elenara's familiar voice broke in suddenly, booming out through the walls. "Are you coming? To the work room!"

Malena looked down at her obvious arousal, "L-like this?" But she knew what would happen if she didn't... She instantly began to rush into movement, bursting into the hall only to see a cluster of guards heading past, looking over her tented skirt with constrained laughter. "Supposed to stay in your room if you've got to rub one out-" One released with a snicker as she brushed past.

"Hey! I'm your princes-" She started, but it cut off part way as she recalled: she wasn't. She'd lost her title. She was nothing but a servant now, a servant with a firm boner.

******

"Your job is to fuck the shoes-" The worker told Malena, without any hesitation, jabbing a finger to a pair of Malena's old pumps with their smooth, pristine soft pink satin glimmering beneath the sunlight pouring in through the windows.

"Do what?" Malena retorted back, staring at her with wide, dumb eyes though at the front of her tight skirt her cock had started to swell with arousal at the mere sight of the shoes sparkling slightly in the light from the sheer pristine quality.

The worker just gave her a look, said nothing, and turned back to her clipboard. She didn't need to say anything, Malena's body was already reacting. Something inside her. Something in the changes, the magic poured into her bloodstream was reacting to the sight of those shoes.

"What is happening to me?" She whispered in a hushed voice, reaching up to nervously touch her hair, and remembering only as she felt the heel of her shoe-hands grazing past her face the changes that'd overpowered them. "What-what is... this.. ?" She struggled to find the words to describe the feeling she felt, but the desire for the shoes in front of her was overwhelming her mind.

She found herself walking forward, slow steps to the echoing sound of her heels clicking against the flooring beneath her, but she barely even heard them. Instead, she just heard the intake of her own breath hitching against the back of her throat as her lips hung apart slightly, too focused on the shoes sitting on the table in front of her to notice herself.

The pumps were a pair of her old favorites. They were smooth, rose satin with a perfect sheen on them from their prime keeping and cleaning. A bow sat in the center of the front, where it would show just at the top of her feet. She started to shuffle forward until she could reach out and touch them, finding that even with her transformed hands that the heels on the end of her arms could still manipulate the heels closer to her so when her head tipped down she could stare right down at the tops of the shoes.

Staring down, she could see the smooth insert of the silken insole. From the back of her mind, some faint voice crackled out, "Touch it... It's so soft... You know it is... Feel it..." She locked her eyes onto the soft, smooth surface staring up at her. Looking down at the pumps, the jutting tenting of her skirt was breaking into the frame, poking forward and pushing the fabric of her skirt outwards.

"Touch it..." The voice whispered, the voice of her desire, her inner wants. She swallowed, gulping down a lump from the back of her throat as she rolled her hips forward so the lump of her new shaft could rub forward against the back of the shoe.

Instantly, a tremor ran down her spine. "O-oh..." She gave a soft whine from low in her mouth as she glanced, once around the room to the few bodies at work on shoes, repairing the leather or carefully sticking in the neat details down the heels. Her cheeks started to darken and heat to a warm rosy pink, but the embarrassment wasn't enough to stop her from shuffling closer to the table and thrusting her hips forward again to rub the smooth back of the heel.

She started to wrestle with the hem of her skirt, yanking at the skin tight layers of the tights and the skirt until she could free the bulging mass of her new genitalia into the warm air of the workshop. Her breath started to come faster, puffing out from her nose as she pushed herself forward against the shoe now with her bare skin sliding against the smooth satin finish of the shoe's back. "W-what am I doing?" Malena thought to herself, yet she couldn't stop. Some other part of her brain, the dominating part, wasn't about to stop.

Her breathing hitched again as she pushed at the side of the shoe, pulling it to the edge of the table so she could aim her shaft into the smooth satin of the insole. Instantly, a zap of excitement shot up her spine, tingling low in her stomach as she pumped her hips forward and pushed the throbbing new length of her male parts into the interior of the pump.

"Oo..ooo" She let out a low sigh just as the door behind her opened and Argol strolled in, with the same wide eyed look locked on his face as Malena had earlier. "M-Malena?" He blurted, but she didn't even respond to him. Her hips were starting to pump widely now, a feeling overwhelming her as the soft insides of the shoe rubbed against her bare skin. Argol's voice was a faint, distant noise that tried to distract her from her mission, but they didn't succeed. Instead, Her mutated hands pushed back on the front of the shoe, keeping it tight to her groin as she continued to thrust into it, whimpering under her breath.

"Malena?" Argol repeated, more in a shocked gasp than an attempt to get her attention. The fey lord's command still rang in his own ears, "Go, start your job as a shoe fucker." He didn't believe it was possible, but he trudged forward to fulfill his role and avoid any repercussions, but seeing Malena so passionately fucking the heels in front of her sent a churning nervousness through his gut.

"Get to work!" Rang a command from one of the overseeing workers. Argol jumped, but Malena didn't even respond. She was lost in a frenzied pattern of motion, driving herself into the shoe with a panting breath leaving her lips. Argol kept staring at her with a look of bewildered fear, until his eyes fell onto the smooth, grey leather of the business pumps waiting on his work station.

"W-wha..." He let out a little whimper of realization as he suddenly understood what had come over Malena. Some magic, some element in the changes to his body's chemistry responded powerfully to the sight, the mere sight, of the smooth perfect heels waiting for him. His breathing hitched in his throat, starting to go ragged as he walked, stumbling slightly to the table.

His hands, covered in the second pair of business pumps already on his fingers, pulled at the shoes to pull them into an embrace against his groin. He gulped, already feeling his cock growing beneath the restriction of the tights and skirt he wore, but unlike Malena he didn't even hesitate to yank himself free from the restriction. He hiked up the skirt, letting it bunch around his slender waist. The tights he couldn't get down, so instead he tugged them until the seam tore out and his shaft sprung out and bobbed into the air.

He stepped forward, throwing himself into the vigorous squirming that'd get his cock and balls into the interior of the shoe. The cupping warmth of the shoe's shape held around his balls while his cock slide in against the smooth satin of the inside of the shoe. Suede lining on the sides tickled his skin. "Oooh..." He groaned out, almost forgetting that there was anyone else in the room. The noises around faded out until all he heard was the faint squeak of the soft leather rubbing to the bunched up mass of his skirt.

Argol, lost into the motion of his role, didn't even hear as the room's door swung open and a bright, high voice echoed out into the room.

"I've arrived! I volunteer to aid in my princess's time of need!" Malena's eyes twitched over to her for a moment, but she was riding the edge of orgasm already. Her balls had pulled up tight, churning with her need to blow into the smooth, perfect satin of her pumps.

Elenara strode in behind Melody, the child prodigy of Malena who often aided her in her missions. She'd heard the shift in the room and instantly leapt at the opportunity to pull another person of high standing under her control. "Melody!" She greeted, starting to grin at the sight of Argol and Malena still sweating and pumping into their respectives heels, clamoring towards bursting orgasms.

Melody gave a little bounce, her black pigtails flouncing atop her head before she raised her gaze to meet the fey lord's eyes. "Yes! I've come to help my princess! I'm here to volunteer to their task!" For a second, her eyes seemed to cast over the room with a mere moment of hesitation, but then she raised her chin firmly again, giving a nod of reiteration.

"Very well, very well..."

"Ooooooh!" A sudden moan cut Elenara's voice off part way through her sentence as Malena fell over her pump, madly thrusting her hips into it as her voice wailed out with a passionate orgasm that spasming her hips. Her butt was exposed, with her tights drawing a line beneath it where she'd tugged it down. She madly squealed and drove her cock into the smooth satin. She didn't seem to even notice that anyone was even there, witnessing her aggressive squeals. Elenara just stared, grinning devilishly at the sight of the princess lost, sans composure.

"Oooh! Yes! Yes!" Her voice rang out in the room, echoing loud enough that people in the hallway peeked inside, looking shocked at the sight before skittering along their way, looking baffled.

Then, at last, with a tensing groan, she let out a long moan and cum burst from her cock spilling into the perfect pink of the pumps she'd previously treasured. The white smeared into the pink, instantly drawing stains through the lining and pooling atop the bow in front as she pulled back, huffing to catch her breath.

"Very good, Malena." Elenara gave a little giggle, nodding to a long line of shoes down the rest of the table. "Though, you're nowhere near meeting your daily quota yet so I hope you haven't used up too much energy on the first pair."

Malena's eyes were glassy, distant as she seemed to regain some composure though her meaty shaft still hung out above her tugged down skirt and tights just dangling there drooling out droplets of lingering cum.

"Are you sure you want to volunteer?" Elenara asked, turning her gaze back to Melody with a sneering grin. Melody looked up, raising her chin defiantly. "Yes! I-I volunteer!"

"Well, you're going to have to prove yourself..." Elenara started to rub faintly over her neck, humming thoughtfully. "If you're going to prove yourself and your commitment, you're going to have to service my shoe fuckers and give them the encouragement to continue-" She nodded over to Argol, currently spasming into a pair of heels with a yelping little cry.

"Suck him clean-" She pivoted, turning to see Malena, "And for Malena.... She can do anything she wants to you..." Melody gave a little bounce in place that ruffled her skirt slightly around her bare thighs before she moved towards Argol, determined to fall into her tasks.

She strode over to Argol, who had turned to listen to this exchange just as she fell down in front of him onto her bare knees. Her short black skirt fluttered into place as she gave a small gulp and lowered her lips down to the oozing shaft of Argol's cock.

"Malena," Elenara crooned with a giggle of fiendish delight. "Your little pet Melody has shown up to service you!" She gave a little clap of encouragement as she waved Malena towards Melody, who started to lower her mouth onto the salty, smeared top of Argol's dick. Malena's eyes were glossy and distant, still lost in some hazy fantasy that the shoes had triggered. Giving in, fueling Elenara's lustful magic with herself had done something to the previous princess and she was starting at Melody like a choice steak, not like her beloved helper. She started over towards the smaller girl, stalking forward with each step with her thick cock jutting out and wobbling with each step as it started to thicken and harden back to a throbbing full erection in front of her.

Malena's cock drooled still with a string of thick white that didn't make it into the soft sole of the shoe and it dangled down the side of her smooth skin and glittered beneath the light pouring in through the windows.

"M-Malena..." Melody gave a little stammer, looking up for a moment from her mouthful of Argol's head before Malena stopped, standing over her with her glossy eyes locked onto the sight in front of her.

"Don't stop, Melody. You have to prove yourself. You want to help, don't you?" Elenara grinned, relishing in this destruction of all the purity in this kingdom of perfect women. Melody instantly gave a little squeak of shock and threw herself back into her task of finishing off Argol. Her lips spread wide, swallowing down over his entire length with a fresh rigor, bobbing her head until he poked into her throat and gagged her faintly. With a little hiccup though, she just kept working her lips down over him, though behind her Malena was finding her thick cock impatient waiting for her to finish with Argol.

Malena started to siddle forward, dragging her transformed heel-hands down the sides of Melody's small, petite sides. She started to move in closer, with her cock hovering just behind Melody's pert backside along the hem of her frilly little skirt. With each breath, her exhale brushed up against the back of the girl's neck, whisking a few stray black hairs out of the way.

With her lips wrapped around Argol's girth, Melody gave a small tremor, feeling Malena move up behind her. For the first time, she started to feel a bit nervous with what Malena's domination would mean. Her black hair started to spill into her face as Melody bent lower over Argol's shaft, trying to fit more of him into her mouth as she strove to kiss her lips to his base, but with each push down she could only get so far before his girth slipped into the back of her throat and she retreated back.

Malena started to pull back on Melody's small frame, manhandling her ass with her transformed hands which still somehow worked to pull at the girl's frame, but also Melody could feel the slight scrape of the heel jutting out from where Malena's wrist would have been and the slight leather-y kiss of the exterior material that had replaced her skin. She gave a whine around Argol's shaft, but Malena was taking her turn. Malena grabbed the smaller girl up, pulling her into the air and groping her ass back until the girl sat flush against her stomach with Malena's new cock jutting up into the air in front of her, hovering between her thighs.

"M-Malena?" Melody whispered, trying to gauge where her friend's head was at, but the former princess didn't even respond. Instead, she grabbed onto the girl's slender legs, right over top of her tall, white stockings. She pulled the girl's legs apart, spreading her thighs from one another and opening up the smooth expanse of her groin. A pair of plain, pure white cotton panties hid the girls cunt from view, but Malena didn't even hesitate poking the heel of her transformed hand into the center of the thin fabric and tearing away the final barrier before she started to lower the dainty figure down over her thick, beefy cock that was already drooling with eager precum.

Melody's eyes were wide and shocked, confused at Malena's change and also a bit fearful of the size of the shaft she could see jutting up between her thighs as Malena lined herself up to the small slit before her before starting to drop the girl's weight onto her, letting gravity do the work of pulling her down onto the thick pole and stretching her pussy wide open onto Malena's cock.

Elenara watched with glee, clapping a bit as she nudged Argol onto a new pair of shoes and shuffled over to watch, up close, the spreading of small Melody's tight cunt to the large monster of Malena's cock. For the fey lord of desire, this moment was positively electrifying. Her magic seemed to spark from her fingertips from the amount of worship happening for her in that moment.

The same moment that Malena thrust herself halfway into the small, petite girl, Argol thrust his cock into a fresh pair of shoes, starting to imbue them too with his sexual energy and Elenara just basked in the moment.

"Malena!" Melody gave a yelp of surprise, crying out as a final push thrust Malena's long shaft fully into her. She squirmed, but Malena held tight, pushing her heels up against the girl's soft calves to hoist her up in the air in front of her cock. Melody could any squirm herself around the spire of manhood jutting off the girl's groin.

"Good! Good! Now! Malena! Dominate her! Do what you want!" Elenara encouraged, watching the flickering light in Malena's eyes flare with the lust sitting inside of her, triggered by the interaction with the pumps before. Malena started to bob the girl onto her cock, using her like an oversized fleshlight to manhandle into place for her pleasure. She didn't seem to hear any of Melody's little cries as she stretched her wide open, not pausing or warning the girl in the slightest as her cock began to spew heavy sprays of thick, white cum. Each pump drove her load deep into the girl's cunt before she'd pull back and letting a bit leak and ooze out from her slit, smearing it over her thighs as she pulled out from her and set Melody back down only to watch as the girl slid down towards her knees instead.

"Good, good. Malena, onto the next pair!" Elenara demanded before she turned to Melody, "Now for your uniform, as I'm quite certain of your dedication-" She waved her hand, starting the transformation of Melody's clothes. Instantly, her nearly flat little mary janes transformed into a pair of slender, neat business pumps with a smart black leather before a matching pair grew around her hands like a pair of gloves. Then, her skirt began to grow, thinning and wrapping around each legs as it changed into a slim line suit that covered from ankle to neck in a trim, polished style.

As the transformation of her clothes finished, her lolita style outfit was entirely changed into a business attire with trim lines and small pinstripes running down the length of her body from the heels on her hands to those on her feet.

"Good, good! Perfect uniform! Now, get to work, clean up those two's work so we can get them to market!" Elenara started to turn away before she gave a little pivot, "Oh! Of course! And for when you finish cleaning! Join them in enchanting!" She waved a hand, casting the same spell as she had to Malena to start the growth of a thick, needy cock that swelled out within the front of Melody's suit pants.

She didn't even stand, just crawled towards the table to where Argol's shoes sat, drying already a bit. She pulled herself up, leaning over the table as her tongue rolled out from between her lips and began to lap over the top of the shoes, slurping up the globs of cum that were still liquidy and rolling against the smooth material.

In the sole, where most of the cum was soaked up into the soft padding meant to make each step more comfortable, Melody found a mere stroke of her tongue couldn't pull the soaking out from the fabric, so she had to push her lips to the fabric and suckle against it to slowly work the salty tang out from the smooth suede. With each taste of the shoes intermingling with the tainting of Argol's rich, salted cum, her cock started to swell and twitch inside the confines of her tailored pants.

"Good enough! Get them to the shop!" Elenara barked to another worker, jabbing a finger at Malena's sloppy heels. "Clean those!"

Melody wobbled over to them, a bit uncertain on her heels though she did feel a zing of pride at wearing them and hearing their click on the hard flooring. Malena's shoes were soaked in comparison to Argol's. Where he'd had a dainty spray of thick streaks, Malena had just spurted all over the sides, insides, and sole of the shoes she'd been working with.

Melody sucked in a long breath before she bent over the shoes, starting to trace her tongue down along the line of the shoe just beside where a foot would settle into them. She started to scrub at the surface with her tongue, using it to loosen up and peel away the dried crumbles of the thinnest streaks before she moved to the globs sticking to the bottom of the slender heel which she just inserted into her mouth and suckled clean like she had with Argol's thick cock. In fact, as she stretched her mouth open, it ached a bit from the amount of work she'd done that day.

But, she still had the inside to clean. Her cock gave a dancing twitch as she picked up the shoe, balancing it atop her own heel-covered hands as she stuck her nose down inside, guiding the way for her mouth to suckle up against the insole and pull out the soaked stains of cum inside them. Each breath she could smell the faint salt in the air and the thick musk cast over the entire shoe. She grabbed onto them, keeping them steady as she sucked and licked up the soft satin, feeling her cock beginning to tremor from the flavors starting to fill her mouth just as she felt like the heels were clean.

"Good, now... Get to work on your pair. I think those will sell for a mighty price!" Elenara instructed, chuckling as Melody slowly slipped out from her pumps, lowering to the floor as she started to hump and grind her bulging cock into the smooth backside of the heels.

Already, she was tremoring with desire. She bit at her lip, scraping against the smooth tiled floors before she fought her hands down to the buttons of her suit pants and could yank them open, freeing her cock to thrust into the smooth insides of the heel. Her black hair spilled around her like a veil as she hunched into the supple shoes and drove herself into them, over and over.

The tang of the intermingling cum still clung to her lips, but Melody didn't even care. Her lips hung open as she panted out with hoarse, needy breaths, fueling her every motion. She moaned out, crying almost as her cock spasmed with a violent twitching in response to the shoes. She'd been wearing them for long enough her heat radiated out from the insoles while the tang of her scent clung to them. "Oh! Oh!" She gasped out, letting a shrill sound slip from her lips before she drove her tip deep into the toe pocket of the shoe and exploded, filling up the inner corner of the pumps with globs of cum.

Elenara just smirked, watching Melody stare down at the mess. "Now, now. They can't be sold like that."

"You know what to do."

******

As that day's hours faded into the next and eventually the next, the town began to find less and less shock in the magical workings of the fey lord Elenara. Instead, Malena, Argol, and Melody's prim business fashion began to spread around the village right outside of the castle. Anyone who saw the neat pencil skirts and the smooth line of black tights started to itch to wear their own and slowly the trend spread outwards.

Within the month, the entire town clicked around in leather pumps.

Within the season, the entire region had changed into the prim, tight skirts and tights that Argol favored. They didn't even stand out anymore when they headed into town, though each night when Malena laid down, her dreams were filled with the first day and her perfect pink heels and the destruction of her cum inside them. She dreamed about her old dresses, the lace and the layers. She'd toss and turn in bed, crying out only to wake up staring at the smooth pumps that replaced her hands.

She'd fall asleep with her hands jammed beneath the pillow, hiding them.