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A mountain of boxes had begun to form on the floor; various odds and ends, mementos, souveniers, old electronics and various other knick-knacks with no other place to go sat in cardboard prisons, moved to the floor of a dusty basement. Two figures shifted between shelves and these temporary mountains, hefting more heavy loads of junk from their wood and metal perches and dropping them unceremoniously onto the quickly-disappearing floor space.

"You know, Ildac..." one tall, lean wolfess said with a groan, placing another box at her feet. "For someone who claims to want for so little, you sure do have a lot of crap."

The other, a white-furred fox sporting black-feathered wings, answered without turning to his companion, piling a box atop a couple others, half-heartedly examining its contents before moving to grab another. "Majjy, immortality means you collect a lot of stuff over the countless years of your life. 'Wanting for little' is different when you could outlive the sun you walk under."

Unsatisfied with the fox's answer, Majorra dropped another box atop the first and wiped the sweat from her brow, leaning against a rickety shelf. She brushed down her raccoon-striped fur, looking slightly annoyed at her frazzled appearance. "Apparently angels don't have yard sales. At least until they're bugged into it."

"Is that what they're calling it now? 'Bugged into it'? I recall threats of the most dastardly variety."

"Uh-huh. Threats that'll be carried out if you don't stick to your word." the wolf grinned a little, stepping over toward Ildac and delivering a sharp smack to his backside, causing him to jump up a little and loose a surprised yip. "So if you don't want blue balls..."

"Yes, I know. Geez." Ildac rubbed his stinging butt and dropped another box, then went for another one on atop the shelf that Majorra had claimed for her momentary break. He gave the box a tug, causing various other odds and ends to shift in place. "Hold that stuff for me, would you?"

Maj reached up and held the offending boxes and jars in place, staring at the angel through the gap in the shelves between them. "I mean it, you know."

"I know you do." the fox slowly pulled the box, unaware of the metal can slowly sliding toward the edge right above Majorra's head.

"This basement is going to look like new."

"Are you a domme or a nag? I'll get it done!"

A grin spread across the wolf's lips. "Oh, you're gonna pay for that one."

Before the fox could even yelp out an apology, the can tipped over the edge, turning end over end and splashing its sticky, viscous contents all over Majorra's head. Ildac froze, eyes widening momentarily, then dropped his box and slipped around the shelf. "You alright?"

"Yes." the now irate wolfess groaned, running her fingers across her curly brown hair. "Fuck, Ildac. What is this? What are you doing keeping molasses down here?"

"You see how much stuff I keep in this room? I can't even remember half this shit."

"Uncovered, no less." Maj ignored his excuse entirely and glowered at him. "You're gonna wash my hair right now."

"Yes Mistress." Ildac heaved a sigh. At least he wasn't being punished. Yet. Curiosity struck him, though, and he bent down to retrieve the can. "I don't remember getting any..." He found the label, and it took him a moment to register what it said. Once it clicked, though... "Oh no."

Before another word could be uttered, he heard his lupine Mistress scream upstairs. He ran up quickly, tossing the can onto the living room floor when he reached the top. The fox located his companion, who now frantically tugged at her hair. "Majjy? Calm down, it's--"

"Calm down?! Look!" A handful of chestnut locks revealed the source of his Mistress' fear: her hair was bleaching, and not just in the spots where the liquid had splashed. It was spreading, creeping along her hair and spreading quickly into her fur, which began to turn white as well. "What the hell is going on!"

"Look--look, it's ok! You're gonna be fine! You're..." Ildac was cut off by the strangest sound; a combination of fear, bewilderment, and pleasure. He watched as Majorra's body began to change, the discoloration of her fur spreading exponentially until it covered her entire body, first bleaching her pure white, then giving her exotic black stripes all along her fur. The wolf's body quickly followed suit; her muzzle elongated, head shifting to an equine shape, her hair straightening and shortening, rearranged in an exotic fauxhawk, striped just like her fur. Her overall physique grew taller, more muscular, tightening her previously loose cargo shorts and tank top, bringing the latter up to mid-tummy height. Her legs lengthened, ending in rounded black hooves. All the while, the former wolfess whimpered and moaned, shaking in place as her transformation ended.

"What... the fuck." Maj leaned against her pet, panting a little bit. She stared down at her hands for a long moment, turning them over a couple times, then looked down at her new legs and hooves. A long, silent moment passed, broken by a quick, imperative demand. "Get me a mirror."

"I..." Ildac hesitated. He was in no position to argue with her, but at the same time, he didn't want her freaking out. "I'm not sure that's a very good idea."

"Get. Me. A mirror." the wolfess-turned-zebra repeated her demand, more sternly this time.

The fox relented without further argument. He tentatively left Maj sitting on the couch and retrieved a hand mirror from the bathroom, handing it over to his Mistress and settling down beside her. "Just... hear me out, ok? This is--"

"Shush." Maj stared at her reflection for a moment, turning her head left, then right, tilting the mirror down so she could get a look at her front. She took a few minutes to really take it all in, then clumsily stood on her new hooves and made her way to the bathroom.

"Mistress?"

"Just a second." She seemed incredibly calm, considering her initial reaction was to scream. She left Ildac waiting for a few minutes, then returned to the couch, still a little clumsy on her feet.

The fox leaned over, a little concerned by how well she was taking it. "You alright?"

"I'm..." Maj tapped her fingers against her knee. "I'm either in complete shock and thus have no idea what to feel, or being around a frigging angel for several years has desensitized me to weird shit happening. I'm leaning more toward the latter, come to think of it."

"So you're not freaking out."

"Don't think so." she stretched her arms out, looking over her stripes and giving herself a nod. "As far as random transformations go, this isn't horrible. Actually, I look pretty good."

"Yeah, you do." the fox said lowly, earning a little grin from the zebra. He felt his ears and cheeks run hot for a moment, and he quickly dodged any response with his explanation. "It wasn't random, by the way. That stuff was meant to do exactly that."

Maj raised a brow and leaned in, poking her pet's chest. "Why exactly did you have a 'zebra potion' sitting in your basement? And furthermore, where did you even get it?"

"Curiosity." he admitted, cheeks quickly reddening. "And I got it from our mutual porcupine friend."

"Figures." the zebra snickered and slipped an arm around his shoulders, pulling him in closer so she could rub her new muzzle against his ear. "Kinda surprised how toned I am, though."

"It um..." Ildac shivered a little, his ear flicking against his Mistress' kisses and nibbles. "It was meant for a guy. No wonder you're so buff."

The equine's brows raised a little, as if in revelation. "It was? Well, that explains the..." she trailed off, then quickly segued before her pet could inquire. "Anyway, you like buff girls, right?"

"Hell yeah, I do." the fox's hand brushed over her tummy, feeling along her toned abs, poking against the firm muscle. "Almost as much as I like chub."

"Almost?"

"Almost." Ildac snuggled up against his equine Mistress, finally allowing himself to relax. He felt a little silly getting so worked up about it, when she was the one who'd just transformed. "You make everything sexy, though."

"Such a flatterer." Maj poked out her tongue. She brushed her fingers through his plumage, bringing little happy sounds from his throat. "This does wear off, right?"

"Oh, yeah. The full dose only lasts a day, and you got maybe half a can on you. You'll be nice and wolfy and feminine again before you know it."

"Good." the zebra grinned and gave an abrupt shove to her vulpine pet, pushing him to the other side of the couch. She quickly straddled him, surprisingly unhindered by the awkwardness of her new form, kneeling over his hips and pressing her hands down against his chest. "Now, about that punishment."

Ildac stared up at his Mistress, barely even registering what she'd just said. Her new body felt strange against his, but not at all unpleasant. She was still soft and feminine, but with the added padding of powerful muscles. Her thighs alone felt like they could choke him out if she got him in a leg lock. Even the touch of her hands pressing against his chest delivered the raw strength held within her firm biceps and slightly broader shoulders. So distracted by the zebra's gorgeous and powerful body, the only thing he could do was meekly ask: "What..?"

"Oh, you don't remember? What a shame. Guess I'm not such a nag now, am I?"

Realization struck the fox like a truck, and his eyes widened a little bit. "Oh. Yeah, that. Um..."

"Don't even try and talk your way out of this, fox." Maj's grin intensified, her hips shifting a little on top of his to adjust herself. "You got fresh with Mistress, and now you get to help her try out her new... assets."

"Assets?"

"It'll all become clear in time. For now..." the zebra's eyes widened, and a soothing pink glow began to emit from her irises. "Look into my eyes."

Immediately, the fox's mind and body reacted to that familiar sight; a strange tickle in the back of his mind, like an itch he couldn't scratch. Excited butterflies fluttered around his tummy. The lights in the room seemed to dim around his Mistress' face. The beginning of a pink fog began to roll in over his mind, stifling thoughts and encouraging him to just relax and stare. Part of his mind cried out to resist, concerned over what sort of punishment she had in mind, and how helpless he would be, should he give in to her mesmerizing gaze. That part, of course, was the one targeted first by the hypnotic zebra.

"Don't fight." Majorra cooed softly to her pet, eyes now forming into twin pink spirals, spinning and swirling enticingly before him. She leaned in closer, sprawling out atop the fox and bumping her muzzle against his, her eyes so close in his vision. "Don't struggle. Don't fret. All Mistress wants is to make her pet feel good. You know that, don't you?"

"Y... yes." Of course he knew it. He wouldn't have agreed to wear her collar if he'd second-guessed her intentions. But he was being punished! He had to resist! "B-But..."

"But nothing." the zebra's fingers found a nipple and gave it a tweak, causing the fox to squirm beneath her. Swirling eyes glowed brighter, pink spirals spinning at a dizzying speed and drawing his gaze deeper into their endless depths. "You're my pet. You will be a good boy and give in, just like you always have."

Lost in a swirling, pink vortex, it was all Ildac could do just to cling to a single thought: Resist. Resist. Resist! For a few long, labored seconds, it seemed to work, and he thought he might be able to shut even just one eye and close himself off to half of that hypnotic gaze. But the more words that flowed past his Mistress' beguiling lips; the more she reminded him that he was just a good, obedient boy with a nice, empty head, the deeper the fox slipped into her control. A shade of pink began to cover his vision, and it soon mirrored the spirals flowing through Maj's eyes. Now all he could see was his Mistress and the spirals, and in mere moments his one hope of salvation from punishment was slipping away. The pink fog rolled in twice as quickly now, tickling him in places that could not be scratched, slithering into his emptying head and asserting itself as his one, singular thought process. The desire to surrender took hold and didn't let go. Ildac slurred through parted lips, a dopey smile beginning to form on his features. "I am a good boy. I... give in. I obey."

"That's right, you do." Maj grinned and cupped her pet's chin, widening her eyes and pushing her influence further into his mind. Glowing eyes pulsed and swirled powerfully, exciting her boy's pleasure centers and causing him to jolt and moan with each mental shove. She had long since learned just how to work her hypnosis at a deeper level and, with a gratuitous amount of experimentation on her little pet angel, gotten to the point at which she could practically make him cum from her gaze alone. The wolf-turned-zebra stole a kiss from her pet's lips and gave both nipples a firm little tug. "See? So much easier to just give in."

"Yeh... ahhh..." the zonked angel could barely even speak after that mental assault. Even taking a breath sent little ripples up through his tummy, threatening to reduce him to happy little giggles with each attempt at forming a statement. The intense focus on his 'happy button', as Maj had come to call it, had left the fox a giddy mess, eager to listen and obey his beautiful Mistress. "Sszzzomuch... easier..."

Majorra's hands went to work quickly. She unfastened her pet's belt and tugged hard, groaning a little as she pulled the leather strap free of the loops that held it against the fox's pants. "Hands behind your back."

Just as he managed to stuff his arms between his back and the couch, Ildac felt the newly-acquired strength in Maj's arms lift him up and turn him over, leaning him across the arm of the couch. All the jolting about knocked enough fog from his head to allow him to realize he was being manhandled. "Wuh... what's going..."

"Shhh." the zebra leaned over his body, soft breasts squishing against his back. She secured the belt around the fox's wrists, looped it into itself, and gave a firm tug to secure his arms in place. With her pet now bound, she stuffed a couple fingers past his parted lips, rubbing them insistently against his tongue. "Don't think. Just suck."

"Annmmmpf..." With possibly the most lewd and needy sound he'd ever made, Ildac busied his mouth with his Mistress' fingers. His tongue slipped between the two digits, slurping them mindlessly as they wiggled around inside his mouth. The distracted fox barely even noticed that Maj's free hand was now busily working to unfasten his pants, nor did he even bat an eyelash when she loosened the button and zipper and relieved him of what little he'd chosen to wear today.

"You aren't bad at sucking." the naughty zebra said with a laugh, pulling her fingers from the fox's mouth. Those fingers darted down and rubbed against his tailhole, then pushed in firmly, drawing a loud whimper from his lips. Maj's other hand reached around to take hold of his shaft, already rock-hard, and give it a few experimental squeezes. "That's a skill that'll come in handy tonight."

Ildac slumped over the couch, staring ahead at the spirals still swirling within his mind's eye. His upper body had gone almost entirely limp, his wings slumping off to his sides, arms hanging over the arm of the couch. Everything below his hips, however, was a writhing, squirming mess. The fingers wriggling in his tailhole sent trembling ripples up through his body, and the slow, squeezing strokes up and down his needy shaft left the angel panting and moaning out loud.

"You wanna see Mistress' new assets?"

"Yehhhzzzz..."

"Of course you do." Maj grinned and ceased the teasing assault for now. She turned the fox over again, letting him lay back on the couch as she began to undress herself. Soft, plush breasts had grown somewhat, despite the potion having been made for a male, and her hips had grown a little more curvaceous. The biggest difference, apart from her taller and more muscular stature and obvious change in species, was revealed when she pushed her pants down to her ankles. A long, black equine shaft flopped free, half-erect already as she removed the rest of her strained and slightly torn clothing. The zebra groaned lowly as that jet-black member was freed from its tight prison, grabbing it in one hand and giving it a few firm strokes. "Fffffuck... This is what you guys feel when you jack it?"

"Fffeelsgood... Mistress..." Ildac answered the question mindlessly, whether it had been addressed to him or simply rhetorical. His eyes zeroed in on that cock and stared. While he wasn't normally one for male types, it wasn't the penis that really put him off. The idea that his Mistress could now peg him with little preparation and no need to hop off and find her strap-on certainly warmed him up to this new development.

Maj had to practically tear her hand away from the quickly-stiffening shaft, taking hold of Ildac's collar and pulling him up into a sitting position. "You're gonna blow me like it's going out of style, pet. Consider it the first part of your apology for calling me a nag."

"I'm sorry, Mist--" his words were buried under a yelp as he was pushed to the end of the couch, making room for Majorra to spread herself out. Ildac looked between his Mistress' spread legs, watching as her equine shaft straightened and flared at the tip.

"Suck."

The command rang between his ears, through the empty space that was his mind, and called his body forward. Ildac got on all fours, taking the base of her cock in hand and swallowing the flared tip. The sharp gasp and resulting pleasured sounds from Majjy's lips drove the fox onward, his hand squeezing firmly as he began to stroke the inches of flesh that simply couldn't fit in his mouth. Try as he might, there was no way he was getting all ten inches of her down his throat in this position.

"Oh my fucking ghhhh..!" One hoof scraped against the carpet, the other across the back of the couch. Maj's hands clung to her pet's head, rubbing into his scalp and tugging at handfuls of hair. The domineering mare's abs tensed and relaxed, legs threatened to squeeze around her fox's head, ample chest rose and fell with each sharp breath. "Keep g... Oh god... Good boy... Good boy!"

Ever eager to please, Ildac stroked her harder, faster, using two hands to worship the stiff flesh that he couldn't fit in his mouth. He pulled back and popped the flared tip out of his greedy lips, only to dip his head down and bathe those unreachable inches with his tongue. Firm, wet laps traveled from the base of her shaft back up to the sensitive tip, the angel's efforts rewarded with louder, more vulgar cries of bliss and the couch-shaking squirming of her muscular body. Thick dribbles of precum served as sweet treats to urge him onward, greedily lapped up by the enthralled angel.

"Ghhhod..." Maj stared down at her fox, eyes blazing with hypnotic power. Her throbbing shaft threatened to spill its load already, and she hadn't even endured more than a couple minutes of oral. "Ok..!" she said between heavy breaths. "Ok. Ju... just get me nice and slick. Don't... fffuck, don't go all the way." Her frantic moans slowed somewhat as her pet slowed his worshiping ministrations. Fingers rubbed against his scalp as she held him against her crotch, keeping his head in place so she could keep him locked within her enslaving gaze.

Ildac's eyes, now half-lidded and mirroring the mesmerizing pink spirals that had stolen away his mind, bathed Maj's cock with his tongue, getting her amply wet and slick, massaging the stiff, pulsing flesh as best as he could. From bottom to top, his tongue slid along the underside of her shaft, swirled along the flared tip, then lapped its way back down the other side, the fox not missing an inch of his target. All the while, a single word repeated in his mind: Obey. Obey. Obey. Again and again, his Mistress' deep voice demanded his obedience.

The zebra let this continue for just another moment, cursing this new form for not having toes to curl. She caressed the fox's ears, giving firm little rustles to his head as she huskily commanded, "Stop... That's enough." She wasted no time in ordering her pet up onto his knees, turning him around and bending him over. The desperately horny mare took Ildac's belt in one hand, her cock in another, and pressed the tip of her shaft up against his waiting tailhole. "Better bite the pillow."

The sheer girth of her shaft was enough to make him cringe, but the discomfort didn't last long. Ildac's body tensed, legs locking, arms turning to rubber. He moaned aloud as she slowly pushed inch after slick, throbbing inch into him. Quick, labored breaths passed through his lips, joined by Maj's pleasured groans as her hips touched against his backside. All impressive eight inches of her rested inside of him. The fox's cock dripped precum onto the couch, throbbing just as hard as his Mistress' shaft, begging for its own release.

"What the fuck have I been missing!" Maj grinned and pulled her hips back, then jolted forward again, clenching her teeth and giggling at the lewd, needy sounds her pet made in response. "Who's a nag now, bitch?"

"Nahh... not you...!" Ildac panted, his tongue hanging out almost comically. He could feel Maj's cock rubbing up against his prostate, each little movement sending tingles through his body. His legs shook, threatening to lose every ounce of strength they once possessed, his hips feeling loose and rubbery. Only his Mistress' hypnotic control could keep him upright.

"And who's sorry for being fresh?" Another thrust, another set of helpless, pleasured moans.

"Me..!"

"Good boy!"

Ildac's mind spun as that thick equine shaft now eagerly pumped in and out of him. His hearing dulled, vision went blurry, his body rocking like a shaken ragdoll against Majjy's eager thrusts. His cock spurted once, then twice, cumming hard over and over again. He must have heard a "cum" command thrown in there somewhere, but everything was just so hazy and tingly. He could feel his lips moving all on their own, voices muffled, but some words clearly audible.

"You're gonna keep on cumming, aren't you?" he could hear Maj ask.

"Yeh... yesss..!" came his own labored voice.

"Good boy! Now j... just...!" the zebra's words caught in her throat, sucked back down by a sharp gasp as she hit the point of no return. Her eyes went wide, back arched, hips bucked wildly as she realized what was happening. "Ffffuuuuck!"

A deep, filling heat rushed up into Ildac, coating his insides and splashing against his tight inner walls. It slickened his Mistress' thrusts, coaxed her to push in as hard and deep as she could, massaging his tender, abused tailhole with her stiff rod. All he could do was cum, and cum, and cum... until a half-whispered, half-moaned command allowed him to rest, sending the fox's body down onto the couch with a wet flump, his upper body now sticky with his seed.

"God... Wow..." Maj panted heavily into his ear, hands groping and tickling at his chest as they clumsily slipped around to his front. "Good boy..."

"Thank you... Mistress..." somehow he still had the breath with which to respond. The fog still held sway over his mind, but things were a little clearer now. Words came more easily, and he could see and hear properly again, as well. He barely even noticed the shaft still buried deep in his ass.

Maj smirked and gave his ear a nip, prompting a little whimper from his lips. "Feel free to backtalk again, pet. I'd hate to have nothing to punish you over."

"Mmm yes..." Ildac murmured a sleepy agreement. This was certainly the best punishment he'd ever endured. Somewhere in the barely-lucid parts of his mind, he decided he'd better order more of this transformation goop. The wolf-zebra might have come over to help clean, but all they'd managed to do was make more mess. More sexy, sticky mess.