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A cool breeze and the scent of burning logs roused Azzy from a deep sleep, the portly canine's eyes blinking as he took in his surroundings. The room was large, and extravagant, to say the least. The walls were stone, seemingly hewn right into the cave itself, polished until they were smooth and consistent, arching into a high ceiling, where swaths of a thin, red cloth were hung in crisscrossing patterns. A brazier, lit by magic fire, radiated light above them, diffusing the light into a soft, red glow.

Half of the room would've looked at home in a library, the wall carved into shelves, upon which stacks of books were lined. Azzy could see everything ranging from sheets of paper barely held together by twine, to books half his size, made from fine leather and plated with engraved gold. Books trailed out from the wall over to a messy, disorganized desk with pens and bottles of ink strewn around. It was a bit hard to make it out from this distance, but there was a book that looked like it was being written in, a few magical formulae on the open page.

To his right was a large armoire, made of dark wood and trimmed with burgundy, the door slightly ajar. It looked like some clothes were inside, folded up, but it was hard to see. Azzy might've gone over to check them out, were he not chained down, as he found out. He was held to a large, soft bed by leather cuffs on his hands and ankles, connected to the ground underneath the mattress. Soft, silk sheets rustled beneath him as he squirmed, the bed covered in a few, thick, heavy blankets made of velvet and feathers, screaming luxury. There were even several large pillows, one of which was propped up behind Azzy, keeping him mostly upright, leaning back onto the wall that acted as the bed's headboard.

Just where was he? His memory was hazy... Last he remembered, he'd been researching some, ah, old books on dragons and cults for a local chapter of paladins. He'd found something interesting in a tome they recovered from some ruin or another, and it was that night that things got black and fuzzy. In fact... Azzy blinked, spotting the very same book open on the bed, a couple of feet away from him. Bits and pieces of what it was about came back to him, the husky letting out a long huff.

It was all fetish fuel, for the weirder people out there. Fantasy and make believe, even in a world of magic and dragons. The book spoke of changing people into odd forms of pleasure, using an arcane, almost eldritch type of magic that Azzy had never heard of, even with his many years studying at the Academy. It spoke of turning people into literal tools of pleasure, in many ways, from simple sex toys like dildos to actual cocks, and one passage even mentioned creating a beast of pure lust, mind lost to pleasure, body cloaked in various orifices and genitalia. He shuddered at the thought.

He looked down over his rounded midsection, his white gut sitting soft and large, giving way to purple on his sides, running down over thick thighs. A scholarly life awarded him many pleasures, and he wasn't guilty to admit that he liked food. A larger body simply showcased how well he did his job! He did have to wonder why he was naked, though, canine sheath and similarly chubby balls out in the open.

Though the room was warmed by a fire on the opposite side of Azzy, a cold wind occasionally cut through the warmth, coming in from what seemed to be a vent, letting in wintry air. He figured that this room must get quite cold when that fire wasn't going- likely the reason for all the blankets. He stretched his legs and found he could get out a foot or two in any given direction, but going off the side of the bed was impossible.

Stuck, without his focus to cast spells, Azzy figured he may as well be comfortable. He reached with his toes for one of the blankets, barely able to start tugging it up. He had it up over his shins, as he heard a door opening, and he blushed deep, worried about being seen naked. He scrambled to try and get the blanket pulled up further, but it was just out of reach for his hands. With enough wriggling, he only just managed to get it over his thighs, covering his sheath but leaving his ass in the air.

A slim, feminine male walked into the room, dressed in what looked like a standard cultist's outfit, though the closest he had seen was an imitation during the academy's spirit festival, where they dressed in scary outfits for fun. Black robes covered his short frame, baggy over his arms and legs, but clinging tight to his trim waist and chest, while red cloth followed the hem and edges. It led up to a face covered by a shiny, intricate obsidian mask, taking the shape of a black dragon's sharp, pointed muzzle and snaggled teeth.

Horns curved up and back, over the male's head, rising up between soft-looking blue ears, with white tufts. The eyes of the mask seem to be lit up red- well, pink, actually, Azzy only seeing the eyes behind them after a moment of looking. Small, blue paws and ankles peeked out from under the end of the robe, and a fluffy tail, spotted blue on top and white on bottom, swish behind him.

"Staring already, huh?" came a light, taunting voice from behind the mask. "I'm not even naked yet."

Azzy blushed at that, trying to worm himself a bit deeper under the covers. Soft taps ran through the room as the cat walked himself to the desk, taking off the mask, letting loose locks of curvy, dark blue hair that framed a surprisingly cute face. Azzy had always been under the impression that most cultists were ugly rejects of society, but the feline's regal, confident face disproved that quite quickly.

He set the mask on the table and undid a button holding the robles closed, near his neck, the top third of the robes starting to come loose. They showed a white chest and blue shoulders, the gap widening as he stalked closer to the bed, easy confidence and sinister eyes putting the husky on guard. The cat felt like a predator, moving in for the kill, simply preparing to strike, now that the canine was vulnerable.

The robes continue to slide off, showing a soft belly without a trace of fat, and a small bellybutton, though the cloth got caught around his wider hips. He leaned against the side of the bed, peering in as Azzy stumbled over words, trying to find something to say at the suddenly awkward, lewd situation. Instead of letting the dog find his ground, the cultist simply tugged the book over, flipping through a few pages, finally taking his eyes off of Azzy's purple fur. "I do have to thank you for bringing this to me. I know you didn't mean to, but, it's very nice to have an old spellbook of my order brought back. Don't be scared- that means a reward is in order!" His voice was chipper, upbeat, and yet, still held implications that made Azzy's skin crawl.

Who chains someone up for a reward? And kidnaps them, and... Strips them. "I-I don't want to be here," he finally manages to squeak out, noticing one of the feline's ears flick.

"No?," the cat asks, eyes raising up from the book. "Let me assure you, you're not here to die. I imagine a lot of people would love to be where you are." With one clawed finger removing the last button on his robes, the black cloth fell to the ground, showing off all of the cat's girly, thin thighs, along with a curve of his full rear. Between his legs was a sizeable set of balls, and a very plump looking sheath, looking just a tad too large on his small frame.

It was odd for him to be intimidated by someone who looked like they were a quarter of his size, but there was no question as to who was in control of this situation. "My name is Jalle, now, let me show you some hospitality." He pulled the blanket away, showing Azzy's groin, the blanket stopping just above knee level. The cat sidled up between his legs, laying down so that his head was right above the soft, canine sheath.

With the hot breath on his sheath and a dominant cat squeezing at his body, Azzy can't help but feel a bit riled up, as something about the situation just felt so arousing. His sheath plumped up, and he heard Jalle chuckle as the tip slowly began to press forward from his fuzzy holster. It did come as quite a shock when the warm, wet mouth of the cat pressed around his sheath, the textured tongue slipping into his tight, slick tunnel of flesh, rubbing between his shaft and sensitive inner wall.

He gasped, and jerked on the bed, gut bouncing and wiggling as the cat sealed his lips and sucked, drawing his cock out in moments. "Uh!" he grunted, his stiffening cock sliding into that warm muzzle, pushing against the soft inner walls of Jalle's throat, and continuing down, all without so much as a cough from the cat.

He wasn't exactly small, either! Jalle was absolutely the most experienced partner he'd been with, proven by his ability to handle that length and girth, knot slipping out of his sheath, and still deflated, into the cat's mouth. He felt the suction tight as Jalle's head inclined forward, and then pulled back, lips dragging over the dog's length. His base felt cold as the air met it, coming free from the feline's hot muzzle. Azzy groaned out once more, head leaning back to hit the rock wall behind him, the cat's head bouncing up and down, bringing him closer and closer. It was a minute later, his knot full and ready, Azzy's body tensing, that Jalle pulled off and left him unsatisfied, canine prick throbbing and angry.

He was confused, and when he reached for his length, Jalle swatted it away, like one would reprimand a dog trying to steal a treat. When he looked up to see what the cat was up to, he saw that the cultist had dragged the book up to Azzy's hips, and was reading a passage, mouth wordlessly recreating a spell.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Azzy asked, his voice shaky.

"Rewarding myself! This is a hard job, you know. No one seems as dedicated as I am. I deserve a fun new toy." The cat bit a forefinger, and red blood welled up, though he hardly seemed phased. With quick, accurate strokes, he inscribed runes over Azzy's chest and stomach, somehow staying precise even when the dog squirmed and struggled.

"I-I thought this was a reward for me!!" he cried out, earning a devious flash of pink eyes and a cocky smile.

"Oh, it is. You think it can't be good for both of us?"

"B-b-but this magic isn't possible!"

"For you, maybe." Jalle quipped a few words in a harsh, alien tongue, speaking them like it was his birth language. After a brief paused it turned into a few sentences, hand pressing to the middle of a sigil on Azzy's stomach, creating a cool-feeling spike in the dog's middle once it was done. "For impossible magic, that was pretty easy," he laughed.

From his insides, the cool feeling was spreading out, the dog pulling in scared, quick breaths, while Jalle climbed up, placing small hands on his shoulders, staring down into the dog's face. Azzy stared back, about to ask about what he did, only to be silenced as Jalle's lips met his own, forcing him into a kiss with the taste of his own cock and the faint, iron tang of blood. The cat's hands pressed under his chin, squeezing tight and holding the canine close, Jalle's legs squeezing tight around his belly and thighs.

He could feel the rumbling, pleased purr that came from Jalle's chest, radiating up into his throat and mouth, spreading into Azzy, making him feel very, very good. His body felt more sensitive, responding to touch much more vividly than before. He felt the feline's hands leave his neck, exploring further down his body, rubbing over chest and chubby side, one hand briefly touching his still-hard cock, making it jerk and leak.

He only realized that something was amiss when he couldn't move his tail any longer, the limb seemingly held fast. He could feel it, pressed around his waist, but it would only twitch when he tried to tug it free like it was stuck. When he pulled at it, less of the tail moved with each time, until it wouldn't even twitch. Azzy drew in a deep breath as Jalle finally broke their intimate makeout session, the dog feeling cold after having the cat's hot muzzle and tongue pressed to his own.

Had Jalle somehow opened the vent further? The room itself seemed so much colder. "You know, I've never heard of this material. Silicone, apparently, it's an artificial substance that replicates the feel of normal flesh. Very uncommon. It was used by my predecessors for a number of things, but I think the most important one was sex toys. Dildos, fleshlights, anything that could look and feel like a cock was highly valued."

Azzy was feeling lightheaded after that tense moment, and he was unsure of why the cat was giving him his lesson in something random, but regardless, Jalle continued. "It used to be that having a silicone tool was just as useful as an athame, they were a ritual tool used for high-level magic for all sorts of spells. The spellbook you brought back to me details how you can make one from a 'willing' participant. Lucky for me, though, the spell views anyone who's aroused and ready to orgasm as willing."

It took a moment for those words to sink into the dog's head, more and more of his lower half feeling stiff, unwilling to respond to his commands. His legs, rump, and tail were all squishing together, legs moving as if they didn't have bone, into a firm circle! It was clearly flat on the bottom, and the details of his legs were fading away into nothing but a pliable stopper.

Jalle loomed over him, evil eyes taking in every detail, gleefully waiting for his latest victim to transform, thin hands squeezing at the husky's ample gut, feeling its soft, fatty flesh give way and change, bloating up on the sides into a very distinct replica of a canine appendage- a fat canine knot. His fur was very quickly sliding away, getting pulled down and changed into soft silicone, around a firmer core.

The fluffy cat before him seemed to be expanding, steadily growing larger, moment by moment. Azzy had clearly been his superior in size and weight, but as the seconds ticked by, the husky noticed that that wasn't the case any longer. His shrinking form was eye level with Jalle, and steadily getting smaller, further cementing the fact that he was soon going to be just another way for Jalle to get himself off with.

Azzy thrashed to try and break free, reacting out of flight response more than anything else and was surprised to find himself tipping forward, bumping against his tormentor's chest, sliding over his side, and then onto the bed. He was half his normal size, and shorter now than Jalle was! He had to try and get away, even as the cool sensation rose to his chest, his body feeling solid in the middle, taking away his ability to lean back or forth. He dragged himself a few inches before Jalle wrapped his palm around the bottom of the changing dildo, and pulled him back.

The husky wobbled as he was set on his base, wagging back and forth, getting a decent view at his new body. The dog was more toy than boy at this point, near two feet long, and surprisingly girthy. Despite the situation, Azzy had a thought that if he tried to take a girth like that cock, he'd be sore for weeks. He felt a twisted sense of pride and a sickening sinking feeling in his gut, knowing that cock was him.

His coloring stayed mostly the same, though, white down his middle, purple spreading on his 'thighs,' which were the sides of his knot, with dark purple separating the two colors. A faint, light blue made a diamond right in between the two globes of the knot, showing right where his dick used to be. He hadn't realized that it was gone- it had been a chaotic few moments for him, it must've just melted right in when his belly started to change.

The dildo flopped against Jalle's inner thigh, lower length and knot rubbing against the cat's balls, while Azzy got to meet the feline's cock- it was an imposing, barbed length, and while its size was certainly accentuated by the fact that Azzy was now only a bit larger than it, the cat was quite hung, sporting a length that, if the husky had to guess, measured over eight inches. Its flesh felt hot against his, and it made him shiver. It shouldn't feel this good to touch something...

"Cute! Look at that, still a good size." A big hand reached down, squeezing him tight against the hard, leaky length, Jalle's tip just a few inches beneath his head. He could feel pre leaking down the feline's tapered length, making his body slick. It... It almost felt like he were a real dick, as the feline used his pre to stroke himself off, comparing his clearly cat length to the canine Azzy.

His arms wrapped around his shoulders, quickly sticking and changing away from dogflesh into the same substance as the rest of him, leaving just his head on the end of the canine shaft. He was forced to look up at the lusty cat's face, fang-filled smile still going strong. "Mm. It's gonna be fun to stretch myself on you... I think you're ready to try!"

Jalle produced a thin vial from somewhere on his bed and took a moment to position Azzy in the middle of the soft expanse. The cat rose above him, dildo watching as the hard, yet droopy cock swayed above him, his head bumping against the soft fuzz of Jalle's sack, nuts spreading around him before slipping over. He opened his mouth to tell Jalle he wasn't just a dildo, as the bulge of the cat's taint passed by overhead, but no sound came out. It's not like toys needed to talk.

The cool feeling was slowly rising up his head, but his nose could still pick up the cat's scent, which was clean and warm, even with Azzy so close to a pink pucker, nestled right between Jalle's white cheeks. The cat let go of him, and for a few moments, he was left to rest against Jalle's taint, face smushed under feline balls. He wasn't sure that he wanted the cat to touch him again, knowing what it would mean. He'd prefer just staying here forever...

But the cat's hands did return, one gripping him by his knot, sending a spike of pleasure up his new, permanently rigid form, the other wrapping around his head, smearing a clear, slick, and strangely sweet fluid over him. It rubbed his increasingly sensitive head, and down over his shoulders, and shaft. He heard the cat mutter a quick series of spells, and his magically trained mind quickly tried to work out what they were for.

Elasticity, a mild pain preventative, a cleaning spell, and finally, one to extend the longevity of water, before it dried. Azzy's unfortunately intelligent mind immediately picked up that this was to make taking him in all the easier, though it wouldn't have required a genius to figure it out as his slowly changing head pressed against the cat's hole, finding it surprisingly soft.

Its heat permeated through his tip, Azzy watching as his muzzle sunk into the ring of muscle, though it was looking closer to the pointed tip of a dick, now. He wasn't sure how he could see. Clearly, he was... Entirely a 'toy' now. He was glad that he had been spared his scent of smell, no matter how clean Jalle was, as his slick head popped inside, followed by a firm clench of ass muscles.

He didn't realize how cold he was until the cat's hot tunnel slid over him, only barely illuminated. He watches his descent into blackness, softly ridged anal walls giving way to his spear-like form, as he pushed deeper and deeper. The hot, tight walls squeezing him from every angle filled him with pleasure, as if he were sinking deep into a hole with his own cock, though he knew his own length would leak and throb and spurt, none of which were happening now.

Azzy felt something pressing up against his head, rather like a wall, and was confused until he felt the pressure increase in spots from the other side- clearly, he was large enough to press to the cat's stomach, and the feline was touching him from the other side. The front of his knot pressed to Jalle's entrance, and Azzy wished he could quiver to rid himself of this rising feeling of lust and heat.

His body was entirely still, holding its place as Jalle lifted himself, the husky-dildo spying a few pink tinges of light creeping in around him until the cat plunged his ass down again. He heard, and felt, a low moan rise up and out of the cat, mingled in with the pulsing beat of blood and squishing, sliding of flesh against... Him.

Jalle started to ride him, up and down, squeezing tight against him and contributing more and more to this odd feeling of gratification. He wasn't sure what would happen if he hit his limit- this was entirely new territory for the dildo, and he was adamant that he didn't like it one bit. A rumbling, full-body vibration surrounded him as the cat began to purr, turning the dildo into a vibrator.

He could feel his knot getting closer to sliding in, Jalle's hole surprisingly quick to adapt. The tight warmth came close to take it in once, twice... Pop! Being fully sealed in, knot and up, was an electric feeling, sending overpowering waves crashing through the toy's body, until the knot was plugged free.

Azzy felt dizzy, but completely filling the cat made him had given him a few moments of bliss, every inch of him an erogenous zone. He felt the cat shifting around, weight and position changing as the dildo wiggled in those guts. Once it stopped, though, things got far faster. Jalle pumped the toy into him at an increased pace, popping that knot in and out repeatedly, slamming it in right to the point where it spread him widest, just to yank it back out.

It brought Azzy to new heights after just a few pops, the dildo seeing stars as the cat knot-fucked himself, spreading his body again and again. All the while, the pressure of pleasure grew in him, continuing until after one fateful push, Jalle sealed him in for a few seconds, Azzy feeling the whole hot cave of ass squeezing him forcefully.

He was dragged out, while the feeling swelled in his knot, before rising up in a wave, up and out of his static, unchanging head. Hot ropes of fluid landed over his knot, and lower shaft, pulsing out seemingly a second or two after the waves of orgasm flowed up his body. His head popped out, and he watched that fucked asshole partially close, leaving it just a bit gaping.

It felt like cum splattered and ran over his chest as he pulled out further, seeing the flesh-colored underside of Jalle's cock come into view.

He got to watch the next spurt rise up, swelling out the cat's cumtube as the dildo was brought forward, and finally, just barely managing to catch a glimpse of the cat's slit widening before the next white shot spread over the dildo's tip. The cat's cock gave another gush, and it seemed like that was it, the length starting to flag.

"Oof!" the cat explained from above, leaning back in his bed. He flipped Azzy over to let the dildo land unceremoniously atop some blankets, just to watch the cat lie and pant for a few minutes. "Perfect. I can't wait to use you for some rituals. The magic that goes into making toys like you is so interesting. Did you know that ritual sex won't do anything if both parties aren't enjoying it, so they pump you full of bliss in tune with me cumming?"

Jalle swung his legs off the side of the bed, and Azzy's sight was filled with dark threads until the cat picked him up again. He was soon dunked into a bowl of water, feline hands scrubbing the lube and jizz from his tubular form. "I think it's interesting. You're gonna get a lot of use, at least. I have so much to do... I'll just take you with me, wherever I go. Though, it would be weird to be seen talking to the fake cock I use to get myself off with." He fell silent for a few moments as he cleaned, and then dried his new tool. "But don't worry. I hear the magic helps you to get along with life as a utensil."

The toy could see the nearby bowl of water, and in it, his reflection. He looked rather like his normal shaft, with the same indentations and spread of veins, though they were all artificial. His fur colored remained the same, and what had been three piercings on his nose and ear had turned into tubbery little bumps that likely added just a bit of texture. The new dildo would say he he was about a foot long, and a solid, hefty four or so inches thick, around the swell of his upper, barrel-like shaft. He didn't sit straight up, the flesh-like material instead sagging forward a bit, like a cock that was just short of full arousal.

Jalle smiled down at... at, uh... Dildo? No, that wasn't... Yeah. Just Dildo. He hated Jalle for doing this to him, but, at the same time, he'd never had so pure, so direct of a purpose before. There were no smoke and mirrors, no hidden routes or wrong choices. Jalle was right to call him a tool, at least now. It was his purpose to help the cultist perform rituals and cum. As the cat left him, bobbing slightly up and down until his form returned to complete, cold stillness, the dildo ached to feel the hot embrace of Jalle's cute ass again.