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Stars of the Show

Part 3

For Engy

By Draconicon

"Get licking."

Fox had said it expecting Bitch to fight her on it, but instead, the wolf had immediately stuck out her tongue and got to work. The other woman was hornier than she thought; that, or Bitch had been far more affected by the pheromones than she had been, and that would be saying something.

The big-assed, big-breasted vixen leaned back, savoring the tongue that was still wiggling its way into her. The wolf's muzzle was pressed firmly between her thighs, and she groaned as it pushed into her new sex, opening it up and making her flex, making her squeeze down on it almost instantly.

"Fuck...fuck yes..."

Fox shivered as she felt each little thrust of that tongue. She shouldn't be this horned up for it, shouldn't have been this wet and eager, but there was something about how it was working into her, how she was just...taking control...and the fact that it was someone that used to be Wolf...

Fuck. No. This was Bitch. Bitch was a good little slut, and Fox was going to use her the way that she was meant to be used.

Laying one hand on Bitch's head, she started rolling her hips, meeting that licking tongue, feeling it going over her new sex and then along her clit. She shivered at each little warm touch down there, moaning from the feeling of pleasure and power that came with their new relationship. Without a cock, she thought that she might feel a bit powerless compared to the bigger woman, but...but sitting here like this, she felt like the queen of the galaxy.

Growling, she shoved Bitch's muzzle right against her sex again, forcing that tongue inside of her. The warmth of it, the wetness, the way that it squirmed and wiggled inside of her to touch every sensitive spot, was just perfect. She growled and groaned under her breath, panting with her tongue lolling out.

Her tails continued to twitch and shake behind her, some of them rubbing her own ass, some of them reaching down and stroking over the wolf's new pussy and tits. They were keeping the little slut all horned up for her, too, and they were starting to quiver, pant, moan for each other in ways that Fox, at least, never would have imagined them doing together as males. As females, however...

Fox rolled her hips forward again, pressing her free hand to her chest to feel her breasts. They were still growing, too, getting bigger and bigger. They were already overflowing her hand when she pressed against them, too big to be restrained behind an arm, and yet they were still growing. Bitch's were no better, becoming almost like pillows under her rump, getting big enough that they were bouncing against her as she rolled her hips forward, back, forward, back.

She panted, biting her lip as she felt how sensitive her breasts were as they got bigger and bigger. Rather than the nerve endings getting spread out and becoming less sensitive, it was almost like she grew more, feeling them getting concentrated in her breasts rather than just getting stuck in the nipples. Even a light stroke was more than enough to make her want to cum, make her want to play with them.

Forward, back, forward, back, the oral play getting to her even more than she expected. Looking down, she could see Bitch's eyes rolled back in their sockets, her gaze completely hazed over from the pleasure that she was getting and the need that she doubtlessly felt. There was a hunger there, a hunger to be used, and Fox was more than happy to indulge that.

Forward, back, forward, back, grinding her pussy over a tongue that had long-since ceased to move without her command. Fox's tails were swelling, twitching, bouncing behind her, writhing around the thighs of the other woman, around her breasts, tormenting the prone canine so that she couldn't stop thinking about her body, about her curves, about what had been done to her.

There was a humiliation, in a way, a humiliation that targeted Bitch more than it targeted her. There was something about this, something about the way that they had both been changed, that seemed almost like it was designed to bring a proud man down, and to reward someone that just saw it as another job.

This was her job, now. This was her...her need...

She growled, humping Bitch's face, humping her tongue as she got closer and closer to climax. She was right on the edge already, and she reached up and fondled her breasts, squeezing them, pressing them against each other. The new nerve endings made every touch a pleasure, every squeeze bliss. She moaned for more, rode harder, faster -

"NNNNGH!"

And finally went over the edge. Fox growled as she came, squirting her juices all over the other woman's face, feeling that tongue finally come to life to lick her clean down there as she kept squirting. Bitch moaned for her, and she could smell that the other woman had cum at some point. The air reeked of horny dog.

They finally managed to break apart. Sometime in the whole thing, Fox had managed to grow three more tails, giving her a total of nine. She was a bit surprised at the look, she realized, but not as much as she should have been. There was something...right, she supposed, about having that sort of new look. With being a female, with being a hyper-exaggerated woman, she felt...right, she supposed, having something that looked different from her male form. This was something more exotic, something more...beautiful.

And she deserved to be beautiful.

As she got to her feet, she couldn't help but smirk at the way that Bitch laid there, her face soaked with pussy juice, her nipples hard and begging for attention, her legs spread and her pussy drenched. There was no way for the other woman not to look like a slut now, no way for her to avoid looking like the Bitch that she had become, that she had been named for. Fox shook her head, instinctively extending a tail so that she could wrap it around Bitch's throat, a mix of a leash and collar.

"Get up."

The other woman did, panting, her tongue hanging out and her eyes half-closed. She moaned as she got to her feet, her fingers clenching into fists, her pussy drooling with need and heat.

"Looks like you're not going to be able to call any shots for a while, Bitch. But that's alright. We already have a real commander here."

"Mmph..."

"Call me mistress."

"Mistress..."

"You still in there?"

"Mmmph...yeah...just...really horny..."

"Don't worry. You'll get the chance to fix that. Later. When we get off the station."

Bitch growled, unsurprisingly. She was probably hornier than she had ever been in her life, if the way that she was still trying to finger herself was any indication. Probably, she was hoping for a full domination by some male, some...stud.

And in truth, Fox wasn't far from that. She had a huge power trip going from dominating Bitch right then, but she knew that the moment that she saw a cock, it would be a struggle and a half to avoid impaling herself on that right then and there. Everything in her felt like it was focused on getting to a cock, on craving one that would set her straight, that would make her feel that power of domination over her again.

It was a weird feeling. On the one hand, she couldn't see herself as being anything less than dominant to Bitch. There was something there that felt like it had changed completely, like the rules of the universe had now declared that she would be the perpetual mistress of Bitch, that she couldn't lose that level of power. Yet, at the same time, her holes clenched, begging for dick even more than that one time when Falco had found a set of aphrodisiacs and they'd all enjoyed the feeling of being as slutty as they could be.

God, that had been a fun night.

Still...they were bound to get out of here sooner or later. When they got out, maybe, maybe they could find a way to reverse some of the transformations that they had gone through.

Maybe.

If they still wanted to.

Fox tried not to think about that part of things. She knew that they were already walking the razor's edge between their old selves and their new selves, and she knew that there was probably something else that was going to tip the scales towards staying these...curvy women...for as long as they could. Even now, she felt a weird mix of comfortable and uncomfortable with her new body, aroused by her curves while not quite sure if they were suitable for her.

Even as she pulled Bitch along with her tail, however, she could feel that fear, that discomfort fading away, replaced with an extreme pleasure that was almost impossible for her to resist. There was a hunger every time that she felt the air moving against her breasts, every time that her claws brushed along her hips, every time that her thighs pressed together and gave the slightest of rubs to her pussy. There was just something that was different about this compared to having a dick down there, to know that her pleasure came from something that went in rather than something that would surround her.

Groaning under her breath, Fox kept the pace brisk, moving forward while Bitch lumbered on behind her. There was something good about the leash, too. It at least kept the Bitch under control, and made sure that she did as she was told. More than once, hands reached for her ass, but the other tails were good at keeping them from getting a grip, and even better at giving a whip-crack to keep Bitch on task.

Walk, walk, walk. There was so much walking, moving from one corridor to another. Sometimes, they thought that they were going to a new room, only to stop and see that it was empty, that there was nothing in front of them but more wall. Then they had to double-back, hoping that there was a new tunnel. So far, there always was, but it was always a bit nerve-wracking to have to put their faith in hope.

Forward, back, forward, back, going this way, going that way. Slowly, their arousal - or at least, Fox's - started to fade, and they were more conscious of the different bits of discomfort that they were feeling, from the hard steel under their bare feet to the cool air on their bodies. Their fur kept the worst of it at bay, but there was still this feeling of chill, this coolness that refused to go away.

Fox didn't know where they were going. She had taken them through every hallway that she could find, and she was half-sure that the mysterious silhouette was just fucking with them now. She was about to throw her hands up in despair when one of the hallways suddenly closed off in front of them.

"Wow, that took a while. Sorry about that; I had to take a bathroom break."

"...You were taking a bathroom break?"

"Well, all the energy drinks had to go somewhere," the mystery voice said. "Anyway, I was planning on giving you one more test, but, uh, well, you already went through all the big things. It's hard to come up with another penalty without really fucking with who you are."

"You call all the curves not fucking with us?"

"Hey, the winner's kept most of their mind."

And that was true enough, Fox admitted. She was still mostly the same person, still focused on the mission, still focused on getting things done. She was even the same with Bitch, for the most part; she might have a bit more of a sexual element in there, but she was still focused on being better, on making sure that Bitch didn't cause the trouble that she wanted to cause.

That was better than she could have had, that was for sure. The pheromones could have easily turned her into a bimbo in brain as well as in body, and they hadn't. She was still more or less herself.

"See? You see what I mean?"

"Yeah, yeah, I get it," Fox muttered. "So, are you letting us go, then?"

"Well, not quite. You'll see what I mean."

"What now?"

"If you'll take a turn to your...right? Yeah, your right."

Fox did as she was told, and there was a door there that hadn't been there a few seconds ago. This station was a giant mess, she swore. Shaking her head, she walked up to it, and it opened for her and Bitch.

As they stepped through, it was another completely empty room. However, she didn't feel like this was going to be another dick-sucking competition. She felt like this was going to be something different, something a bit more intense.

Fox looked up, seeing cameras in the corners of the room, something that she hadn't noticed in the other chambers. Sure, they'd been watched elsewhere, but this was the first time that it was quite so blatant.

"What's going on?"

"Oh, just making sure to record this for posterity."

"What kind of posterity?"

"Mostly the two of you when we're done. I think that this last transformation is going to convince you to stay with me."

"...You realize that I have a team and a paycheck to earn, right?"

"Don't worry. There's a very generous severance package for them. They'll be able to hire someone new soon enough. And besides, you know it'd be a lot more fun to just get all the dick that you like...and keep Bitch from getting out of control."

Fox blushed a bit, rubbing the back of her head. That answered the question of whether the new dick-thoughts that she'd been having were artificial or not. This guy was probably putting them in her head with all the different transformations that they'd been going through.

Well, that's going to make things more interesting...

She hoped that it wasn't going to get too interesting. She didn't like the idea of losing herself completely. From time to time, yes, but...not completely.

As the door shut behind them, the vixen and the bitch were separated. The floor gripped them in some sort of energy chains, keeping them standing in different corners of the room. The voice addressed them both.

"Cards on the table. I could just wipe your brains and turn you into total sluts, make it so that you were willing to come with me no matter what I did to you. I could make it so that you never wanted to go back to your old life, couldn't even remember it. I could do all that and more...but I'd prefer to make a better deal than that.

"So, tell me. What would it take to keep you happy coming with me? What would it take to make you feel like you'd want to be a member of my harem?"

Harem. That was something that Fox hadn't expected, and it most definitely wasn't what she had been planning to do with her life. She had gone through the academy to be a pilot, to be a good mercenary, a good soldier. She had fought wars, and she had saved a lot of people...

And did she get much thanks for it besides the paycheck? Not really.

She could hear some sort of exchange going on between the mystery voice and Bitch, but she was more focused on her own problems. Fox knew that this was probably going to happen regardless of whether she really wanted it, so she needed to make sure that she at least got what she could out of the deal.

What would make it good?

She already knew that she needed the dicking that the voice had promised. She didn't know if she wanted a gangbang level of dick, but she did know that she wanted plenty of regular dick. Her pussy had felt very empty as soon as that had been mentioned, which confirmed that she was rather bisexual in her new form. Which was not bad, in the slightest; certainly it opened up more options for her.

But that wasn't all she wanted. She wanted something more, needed more than that. She wasn't just a mega-slut, though she was certainly going that way.

Glancing across the room, she could see that Bitch had already made an accommodation, already gotten a deal. At least, that's what Fox imagined the happy grin and almost drooling face meant. Shaking her head, she turned towards the source of the voice.

"I have a few conditions."

"Alright. Let me hear them."

"One. I get someone that I can get a good dicking from someone every day. Several times a day, preferably."

"Done. There's going to be me and a few others that will be happy to take up that role, I can promise that much."

"Two. I want Bitch over there to have some of her mind back; it's no fun if I'm dealing with a cunt-brained slut the whole time. I want the old rival back to keep breaking."

"That's easy enough; not quite so simple, but easy enough. Anything else?"

"That paycheck you promised my team. Big one."

"Already done."

"Already - why am I not surprised?" Fox rolled her eyes. "And last, and this is a big one, so listen up. Got me?"

"Yes, yes, I'm listening. I want you to be happy too, you know."

"..." Fox sighed, rubbing her forehead. "I want...I want this to be good. So...make sure that I don't have any regrets. Make me useful as more than just a slut. Maybe be a bodyguard, maybe be something that can look out for other people, but...you know, just make me more than a super-slut."

"Heh. I can do that. And you know what? I'll even throw in something extra. A few new abilities."

"...Thanks."

Fox didn't know why that was so hard to say. She knew that it was going to be a different life for her from now on, and she knew that this wasn't going to be easy, exactly, but at the same time, she hadn't thought that surrendering herself to someone's harem would be that simple. She thought that she'd be angrier about it.

Maybe she'd already changed more than she thought.

Fox took a deep breath, holding out her arms.

"Then we have a deal."

"Awesome. Now, I'm going to be making the both of you BBWs -"

"What?!"

"But don't worry. You're not going to be fat. Just...chubby. Plump and curvy. Something to really exaggerate that form of yours."

Fox slapped a hand across her forehead; she should have known that there was some other condition that she wasn't aware of.

"And I'm going to put a fetish into both of your heads, just to fuck with someone I know, heh."

"Oh, lovely."

"But you're still going to get everything that you asked for. Now...brace yourself."

Fox did, but even that didn't give her the chance to get ready for this surge. It put all the other ones to shame.

The vixen gasped as she arched her back, all nine tails flailing around at her sides and behind her as she was shaken from toes to head and back again. Every single strand of fur along her body suddenly stood up, standing out and going straight as if she'd been zapped by static electricity. As the rippling energy ran through her body, altering her again, she could already feel the slight jiggles getting worse.

Her ass was already huge, but she swore that it was getting bigger, wider, rounder. Her tits, already overflowing with size, continued to throb and swell, her nipples pointing out more than they had before, becoming little things that were easy to grab, points that could be pinched without even trying.

As she gasped for breath, more size, more substance was added to her thighs. She felt them pressing against each other, and then pressing her legs apart as she grew thicker and heavier. The new chub was not what she was used to, but she went with it, blushing as she felt the pressure moving up her legs and against her sex in a strange, hot way.

Looking across the room, she could see that Bitch was getting a similar treatment, except that her new growth was hitting her stomach a bit before it was hitting anywhere else. She grew out a bit, rounding in the sides and belly. The voice was right; they weren't getting fat, but they were getting pleasantly plump.

As the two of them gasped and groaned, Fox knew that the waters running down Bitch's legs were mirrored in her own. She shivered as she felt the heated juices running through her fur, cascading down her legs. The heat, the emptiness, the warmth down there was something that she still wasn't used to, and it caught her by surprise again and again as it kept surging forward, increasing in power and then fading away, increasing, and fading by turns.

Every time that the energy rolled through her, she felt bigger, heavier, stronger, and just...sexier. There was a softness to her body, something that had been lacking when she'd been all muscular, and even when she'd been smooth and conditioned. She had...she had been more masculine then.

This was all feminine.

She moaned as her face took on softer shapes, losing the angular lines of a male, becoming the soft face of a vixen. Her breasts hung low, her boobs becoming little more than a sex object, and in the depths of her mind, she was fine with that. In fact, she wondered if that was what the voice wanted, if her new fetish was going to be a focus on her boobs.

No, that wasn't it, she realized. There was nothing new there, nothing besides the increased sensitivity. The fascination with them was slowly fading, since they weren't quite so new anymore, and she was wondering what else it could be.

Her ass? That was a possibility, considering how tight and taut it was despite being so big and soft, but Fox didn't feel any of the hunger for it that she had felt when she had been a male. Or at least, no more. She still liked the idea of getting reamed, but...not like it was a new obsession.

She shifted positions slightly, trying to get more comfortable -

"Ah!"

Only to step in the puddle of her own juices, feeling the slime that she'd been oozing getting between her toes. That sent a throb of pleasure through her pussy, and she blinked.

"...Feet?" she asked.

"Heh, yeah. I know a guy that's going to go goo-goo-ga-ga watching that."

"...Heh."

She supposed that wasn't so bad. She would be able to enjoy that, particularly if -

Yep, Bitch had a foot fetish, too. The other curvy woman was staring at her, her mouth hanging open, looking right at her feet. Her mind must have been slowly coming back, too, because Bitch almost immediately turned away, looking off into the distance as if she hadn't been staring at Fox's feet.

She smiled, looking forward to putting that girl in her place again.

The changes rippled through them one more time, one last collection of pounds being added through their bodies before the energy chains faded. Fox slipped forward a bit, almost sliding on her juices as if on ice skates, but she managed to collect herself before she could fall over.

The new weight was...intense, to say the least. She was big and thick, and there was no way that she would be able to fit into an Arwing anymore. Instead, she was the sort of woman that would strut down a stage at a strip-club, her breasts wobbling this way and that, her ass eating her thong and the money that people threw at her, and she would be dominating any cock that slipped between her folds.

She smiled, running her hand along her wide hips, her bigger belly, her enormous breasts. She wiggled her toes, feeling the odd pleasure of toe on toe, imagining what it would feel like to trap a tongue between them, taking the slippery slime that covered her soles and imagining that placed there by an eager tongue.

Oh, she'd have no trouble keeping horny with that, she realized, her pussy already drenching itself.

Bitch stepped forward, groaning, and Fox blinked as she...she felt something. Something that she'd never felt before.

Can't believe that bitch got to look better than I do, she heard in her head. She's looking like some sort of hot princess, and I'm looking like some fat barbarian girl. Oh, I'm going to get her for this, I'm going to - why the fuck are her feet so hot?!

She was reading Bitch's thoughts, Fox realized. The voice had promised her another ability, and that ability appeared to be telepathy. She whistled under her breath as she realized the way that this would let her fuck with people, including the slut right in front of her.

With a smirk, she turned to the side, idly standing with one foot flat on the ground and the other leg curled behind her, resting on tiptoe. It showed off her sole to the wolf, and almost immediately, Bitch's thoughts changed.

She didn't get words so much as the urgent desire to be underfoot, to have her tongue pressed against that sole, to feel and taste the sweat that collected against the bottom of that foot. She could feel Bitch's urge to be there, to slide underfoot, to lick it, even to hump against it and sate the heat in her pussy, still.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. I want to worship, I want to - fuck, that's not - I'm not a foot freak! What the fuck?! What the fucking fuck?

"Heh, enjoying the view, Bitch?"

"Shut up, Fox. You can't call me that."

"Oh, I can. Particularly since you're not going to call me Fox anymore."

She smiled.

"Call me Vixen, because that's what I am."

"Fine, 'Vixen.' But you still can't call me -"

"I can call you whatever I want, 'Bitch.' Because I'm the one that's still in charge."

"That's not quite correct, actually."

The mystery voice was louder, this time, or rather, nearer. For a moment, Vixen thought that maybe the stranger had changed the volume of the intercom, but no. It was coming from a different place, somewhere on the opposite side of the room, near where a door was starting to appear.

"I'm going to have to set that straight, Vixen. You're both under me. You might be able to command Bitch however you like -"

"Hey!" the wolf growled.

"But you're both subservient to me."

The door opened, and just like the last time, the musk came flooding in. The difference was, this time it was stronger. This time, it hit her hard, and Vixen hit the floor, going to her knees as she came on the spot.

Thankfully, it was no different for Bitch, who was right beside her, possibly hitting the floor a split-second sooner. They both moaned, their legs spreading, leaning back and resting their hands on their ankles as they presented their pussies, their breasts, their entire bodies to the opening door.

Walking through it was a yellow dragon that wore nothing, though he wasn't entirely whole. He had one arm replaced with metal, metal that shimmered and glimmered in the station light. It was completely artificial, but it was well-articulated and put together, looking exactly like a real arm except for the metal sheen to it.

As he walked forward, their eyes drifted over his body, looking at his hard-scaled chest, with muscle aplenty, and then down to his stomach, where some chub had collected there as well. He had something of a muscle-gut body, the sort of person that had been hard, but had allowed themselves to get a bit of softness as they relaxed, someone that liked to stay just fit enough to be healthy without really caring too much about the appearance.

Between his legs was that fat cock that she had been thinking about for far too long. She groaned as she stared at it, licking her lips as she imagined it sliding between her legs. Bitch's tongue had given her something, but this...this was what she really craved. To be bent over, to feel that ramming into her, or better, to get in the dragon's lap and ride him, to take that cock into her over and over and over again...

He walked up to them, his cock throbbing over their faces, his balls dangling down and delivering that scent that had them spellbound and wet. Both vixen and wolfess leaned in, nuzzling the base of his cock with their noses, taking in his smell and worshiping it. They looked up at him through hazy, half-closed eyes, their hunger obvious even to them, and they could hardly imagine it was any less obvious to him.

"Heh...you want it that bad?"

The dragon didn't quite look nervous, but the whole evil-mastermind sort of tone that he'd had in his voice was gone. He was just a horny male, now, the sort of horny male that they could serve.

Vixen kissed one of his balls, and Bitch kissed the other, their hands rubbing along his legs.

"We want you," Vixen said, and realized that it was the truth...almost. "We need you." That was better.

As Bitch repeated her, she was vaguely aware that there was someone else in the background, someone that was watching them. She had to force her eyes away from the beautiful hard-on over her head to see what it was. Some sort of lizard, she supposed, winged and wide-hipped, red and orange in color. It had a fire on its tail, which would have been strange if she didn't have better things to think about.

She turned back to the yellow dragon, getting his scaly hand on her head while Bitch got the metal one. They both got a head rub for their troubles, and then had their noses shoved right back into his sac.

One breath, and that musk overwhelmed them, nearly knocking them out. They moaned, drooling over his cock and balls, and allowed themselves to be led through the door. Vixen was vaguely aware of there being something there, something that shimmered and spun, something that led to somewhere else.

A portal?

Why...are we going...

Then they stepped through the portal, and she thought nothing more for a while. Nothing more, but musk, pleasure...and service.

The End