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Some of them were there for treasure, for glory, or simply for the thrill of danger. Nik and Lorien had other plans. They never did tell the rest of the party. It was useful to travel in a group for as long as they could. They knew there were plenty of dangers lurking in almost every possible shadow down there. Travelling in numbers was the smart thing to do. Taking the opportunity to sneak off from everyone else to look for the secret entrance to the most exclusive, exotic pleasure club in the whole kingdom, maybe less so.

It wasn’t like they were the only ones wandering off. It was as Lorien suspected. Everyone there had their own motives, their own quests to fulfill. What awaited her and Nik promised to be greater than anything they could find in a regular old treasure chest. It was no ancient place, no hidden trove, no cursed trinket they were seeking, buried beneath the city. The Ragged Breath was simply the sort of establishment that operated within very few of the city’s laws. It was merely a rumour to most, the kind of place a drunkard would boast of visiting, only to be unable to keep their story straight when pressed for more details. But Nik had overheard something definitely not meant for her ears during a night flight, and once she shared it with Lori, they both knew they had to act on it.

“You do remember the password, right?” the redheaded werewolfess said. She remained in her regular form, untransformed, looking mostly human but for the ears and tail. In her present clothed state, anyway.

The harpy nodded. “Oh, trust me. I’ve been practising. I’m not missing out on this one for anything!”

The feathered girl slung her battleaxe over her shoulder so she could have a hand free to gesticulate once they reached the supposed spot. It looked like any other dead end in that place, strewn with cobwebs and dust like it had been left undisturbed for years, but she knew better. There was magic in the air, and only she could dispel it, with the right phrase. A splay of her dark wings, a sway of her long, feather-tipped tail, and a few taps of her toes and talons on the stone beneath her got her ready for her big moment. Lori simply watched, patiently.

“[i]Hear me spirits, for the gods have turned away![/i]” Nik chanted, almost in song. “[i]Open wide the gates of sin, for I have nothing left to lose![/i]”

Those words hung in the air for a few moments that felt like an eternity. Nik held a pose with one knee bent and her arm outstretched like a bard. Just when she was ready to blush and consider whether she’d misremembered any of the words, there was a mystical whisper in the air as the illusion faded away to reveal the wide mouth of a deep, dark staircase before them. The harpy’s grin was irrepressible. She looked to Lori proudly, who gave her a nod of acknowledgement before turning her attention to the sight below.

“Good work. Quite the show,” the werewolf said.

“Nothing compared to what we’re going to see, I’m sure. Do you see that?”

It was hard to miss. There were many magics at work in that place. Lights danced at the bottom of those well-kept stairs, swirling together in a cocktail of colour that was mesmerizing even from afar. Imperceptible while the illusion stood, there came the sound of music unlike anything either of them had ever heard in the taverns above. Even muffled and distant, it infused their bodies with an infectious rhythm that had them tapping toes or talons, drumming on their hips, faintly nodding their heads. Nik and Lori both exchanged a look, and then they set down together. The stairs were plenty wide enough for them both, and a few people more.

The sights and sounds were all the more intense the deeper they went, but all the more enrapturing were the [i]scents[/i]. The Ragged Breath had a reputation for being exotic, and the perfumes and musks alike that wafted into their senses proved that. Lori found herself especially affected. Her nose was still keen even in her normal form, and she found herself moving slower, blinking more, and sometimes slowly licking her lips as if to sample the tastes right out of the air. It felt as if every motion she made was underwater, slowly drifting into a dream with every step along the way, descending into that den of depravity until she was so intoxicated she didn’t even question being magically disarmed.

Her sword vanished from its sheath as swiftly as Nik’s axe simply disappeared from the harpy’s shoulder. Nik did a spin, still full of energy and a bit bouncy all around. She raised her hands as if ready for a fight, like she was going to start swinging at any moment. No one had attacked them, nor had some force yanked their weapons away. All that steel was simply gone, as if teleported away. A booming voice came from all around them, rattling their bodies with the powerful sound.

“WEAPONS ARE SECURE. RETURNED UPON DEPARTURE.”

With that, the wall before them flickered and revealed the presence of a curtain where it had seemed simply solid. Lori looked to Nik, who slowly settled herself with a little controlled breathing. The harpy didn’t like losing that valuable weapon with such ease, but she could contain herself if it was the price of entry. She finally shrugged her shoulders as a means of communicating she was over the scandal of it all.

“Well. Shall we?”

Striding forward before Lori had a chance to answer, Nik reached out to draw the red curtain inside and step into a place most could only ever dream of entering. What awaited on the other side was every bit as unbelievable as they’d hoped. Bodies intertwined to the pulse of deep, feral rhythms. Lori wasn’t even sure if she could call it music. She looked about for a band, or even a single visible musician, but she found none. The sound simply swam through the air all around them both, shaking through their bodies, inflicting them with a compulsion to dance that was impossible to fully resist. Even Lori was tapping a foot, and Nik was already wiggling her way into the lustful crowd.

At first glance it was like a wall-to-wall orgy, pure carnal chaos. Lori’s senses were overwhelmed. She wiped at her face and blinked away some of the haze that floated over the den of many colours. Purples, blues, and reds all intertwined, swirling over her senses, bathing the many naked bodies in their shades to add a touch of surreality to the depravity before her eyes. She couldn't immediately tell one person from another. It all blended together to make her simultaneously consider turning around and leaving right then, while slowly leaving her more and more turned on with every breath of those many combined scents.

She watched the harpy vanish into the sea of bodies, and mentally resigned herself to meeting back up with the harpy later, once they both had their versions of fun. Nik was right there in the middle of it all, already getting passed around, felt up and stripped of a layer or two. She batted off some of the more enthusiastic grabbers, lest she be dragged down to the floor and overcome by all the horny attention, while still leaning into the more sensual touches of others. There were at least a dozen prospective candidates she would have loved to lure somewhere private and show them exactly what a harpy could do with those long legs. Maybe privacy wasn’t even necessary.

Yet for all the enticing denizens of that dark, smoky place as there might have been, jiggling or throbbing in the dark, Nik’s attention eventually drifted elsewhere. There was a stage there in the middle of the room, and the dancing lights shifted to focus fully on the centre, casting a many-hued spotlight on the figure who emerged. Nik wasn’t the only one who stopped what they were doing to stare. All that activity, all that grinding, groping, and outright fucking going on fell silent and still in favour of witnessing what was about to happen.

She stepped with surprising silence for a hooved one of her size. Nik squinted her eyes just to make sure she was perceiving the zebra correctly. Was she really as big as she seemed, even from afar? And really as [i]indecent[/i]? The striped horse wore a matching set of gold-trimmed garments to cover her bust and her enormous, unbelievable bulge, yet she was more naked than anyone else there in Nik’s mind. The harpy stood up on her toes just to get a better look, several rows back in the crowd, and yet for all the distance between them she could have sworn she made eye contact with that stunning giant of a woman for a few fleeting yet sweet moments.

To say she was enchanted was a given. How literal it was, she wasn’t sure. The colours were starting to swirl before her eyes. Those stripes and curves began to blend into one another as if shifting. Nik swore she hadn’t ingested anything intoxicating or mind-altering yet, though maybe simply inhaling was enough. Or maybe it was the music, those dark, thudding sounds unlike anything the harpy had ever heard, ever even imagined, that left her in such an altered state. She watched that zebra bob and sway, bouncing with even the smallest movement, embodying the essence of the slowly rising crescendo of otherworldly sounds blasting into Nik’s senses.

What started as a slow, seductive swing of striped hips grew all the more intense when the zebra grasped that pole. For all her agility, the harpy found herself immediately jealous of the zebra’s skills once that equine left her hooves. She could swing herself in circles and suspend herself in place in an impressive show of strength, steady, never shaking for a moment. Slow movement gave way to faster, more aggressive thrusts and arches, bending in ways that didn’t seem possible, all for the sake of emphasizing her gifts all the more. Nik found herself blushing just watching those breasts bounce, the size of her head each. When it came to staring over the zebra’s tightly-outlined bulge, and the jiggle of those exceptionally huge nuts, it was almost too arousing to stare for too long.

It got even better when the zebra let that shiny garment hang a little lower, revealing the bottom inches of a slowly stiffening shaft. Hung as a horse didn’t begin to describe her. When the bulge of her sheath alone was as impressive as even the mightiest men Nik had ever met, there was so much more to go. The zebra let her cock rip the clothes right off of her, soon standing bottomless with the ruined shred of what had slightly covered her hanging from the top of her rising dick. Nik bit her lip, digging her talons into the floor just to see it. What she wouldn’t have given just for a touch, or even a taste.

She wasn’t alone in that thinking. The audience leaned over the stage, hands cupped and outstretched as it to catch one single drop of the zebra’s surely delicious juices dripping from the stiffening black tap. There was plenty to go around, forming so thickly at the tip of a gigantic, flared zebra cock that even Nik could see them glistening from where she was. Some were bold enough to try to mount the stage and get more than just a sample, but the dancer dealt with those quickly. And not gently.

Whether it was a firm kick with a hoof to send someone toppling back into the crowd, or outright grabbing one particular large warrior and tossing him back the way he came without much trouble, the zebra demonstrated her dominance, and left injuries in her wake. That brief burst of violence sent the message well enough. No one else dared breach her space. There was still more show. She wasn’t completely naked yet, and she worked to correct that with a slavering, gnashing, snarling crowd going absolutely feral for the sight of her bare breasts.

Nik wasn’t even fully sure what she was feeling anymore. She was shivering, wet, and her mouth was watering. Every newly revealed inch of the zebra’s cleavage left her leaning in more and more. She was still thinking about that moment, about that second or two of eye contact. Somehow, the dancer had picked her out of the whole crowd. And she could have sworn she still felt the occasional glance, deep and scrutinizing. When the zebra was topless, breasts bouncing, perfectly perky as if weightless, and yet clearly ever so heavy, she let that last piece of her out twirl around one single finger, before launching it into the crowd without warning.

Of course there was a mad scramble for it. Nik found herself surrounded not by people, but by starving, depraved beasts with their fangs and claws on display. Yet she wasn’t going to let that distract her from her purpose. It was coming her way. She knew it was meant for her, somehow. Using her wings, tail, and a bit of brute strength, she pushed at those around her and used them as stepping stones to get herself up high, arms outstretched, eyes open wide for the most important catch of her whole life.

She half expected to get mauled to death the moment she got her hands on it. Yet when she made contact with that scent-drenched fabric and came back down to solid ground, the crowd dispersed around her with a strange reverence. Nik didn’t immediately notice. She was far too busy burying her whole face in that massive bra to shamelessly [i]snurf[/i] the scent out of it, bathing her skin and feathers in a hefty dose of sweet, arousing zebra musk and sweat. It filled her senses and left her feeling lighter, warmer, and ready for anything. No magic could compare to it. Only the prospect of getting even more from the source could pull her away from her new prize. Nik felt eyes upon her, and she slowly looked up to confirm what she already knew.

The zebra had eyes for her, and only her. That striped queen crouched on the edge of the stage, watching the harpy inhale her scent with a lightly amused expression, which only made her all the more seductive. One long, smooth rub through her hair and braids, and the zebra beckoned to the harpy just to make it clear. A tunnel formed amid the tight crowd. They made way for Nik, who stood there, clinging to that piece of clothing like it was her most precious possession in all the world. There was no choice but to step forth.

When she was close enough, the zebra offered her hand to Nik, and helped that harpy up onto the stage. The feeling of so many eyes upon her was an intimidating one, but all that melted away when she got pulled up close to the zebra’s naked bust, squished against those curves, slicked up with the perspiration that clung to that black and white hide. The harpy’s first reaction was to lay her head down atop those tits and just close her eyes, content and warm, wrapped up in the embrace of an impossible sexy beast who [i]wanted[/i] her. The slick, dripping grind of an immensely stiff shaft half the size of Nik’s whole body only made the moment all the more enjoyable for the harpy, all concerns set aside.

“What’s your name, little birdy?”

The zebra’s voice was every bit as tantalizing as the rest of her, spoken in a husky tone almost like a moan. It might have been excessive in other circumstances, but Nik felt herself nearly compelled to moan back. Instead, she gave an uncharacteristically soft response.

“Just Nik is fine.”

“I thought so.” The corner of the zebra’s mouth twitched, but Nik didn’t notice. “And you may call me Kalypso.”

With a long look into Kalypso’s eyes, each of them different, Nik found herself chuckling in the middle of her response for just how flustered she was. “It’s ... a pleasure to meet you, miss Kalypso.”

“You don’t understand pleasure. Not yet. Let me show you what the word means.”

That was when Nik outright giggled. It was better than a squawk, but she still found herself covering her mouth in embarrassment anyway. That didn’t bother Kalypso. The zebra simply turned her back to the audience, and left them to deal with all those cravings she inspired in them. Lori was out there, somewhere in the midst of the resulting fuckfest. Nik didn’t mean to leave her behind, but she was simply being carried away, kidnapped by the hot, strong, and lustful zebra who held her with such ease. There was no squirming away from such a grasp, and no denying such a powerful, confident will like Kalypso’s.

They vanished together behind a curtain, and went on a tour of the establishment’s inner workings. Just as Nik suspected, there was sorcery at play in such a place. The masters of the arcane dressed rather like Kalypso herself, provocatively clad while they channelled their energies with their hands and bodies alike. One stood in front of an arrangement of crystals, guiding coloured beams from one to another, creating those hypnotic tones that strobed and pulsed over the crowd. Nik noticed a big brown mare down on her knees, chanting something before an arrangement of shiny plates, or perhaps spinning gears. It was all lit up with pulses of colour and power that matched the rhythmic sounds rattling the bones of the patrons. Nik didn’t try to understand such strange bard magic.

“It’s the darkest hour,” Kalypso said, cryptically. “And yet even through the sea of faces, I recognized you, Nik.”

That made the harpy perk up. Being recognized wasn’t always the first thing she wanted, given the various bounties she’d managed to run up on in the process of adventuring. Sometimes, things just needed taking, and people needed thwacking. How was she to know who and what was more important than the rest? Well, if she was as good as caught, she figured she might as well fess up to it.

“The posters?”

“Mmhm. Good work. You’ve caused a lot of trouble in your travels, haven’t you? Don’t worry. You’re as safe as you’ll ever be, right here in my arms.”

She squeezed a little tighter, and Nik was happy to find herself squished a little closer to that bust. It jiggled pleasantly with every little step as they carried on into the darkest part of the whole place. There was another room there, this one waiting for them behind yet another curtain, and Kalypso didn’t hesitate to step through it. There was no latch, no door, nothing to ensure they’d have privacy, but that didn’t bother Nik. Something told her that no one would dare to interrupt the zebra in the middle of her fun.

The seats were plentiful and soft, stuffed generously to cushion Nik’s landing when Kalypso let her down rather abruptly. The harpy spread herself out, looking up at the zebra standing naked above her, stiff, throbbing, dripping a strand of juices that stretched all the way down to Nik’s chest. She couldn’t keep what remained of her own clothing on for any longer, seeing that. The scent floating through the air, she wanted that all over her bare skin and buried deep in her feathers. The first step was writhing about beneath that looming spire, watching Kalypso slowly swing it back and forth to the tune of the distant music, further mesmerizing her private companion.

Removing that binding she kept under her armour helped Nik at least compare to the zebra. Her breasts spilled forth, free at least, jiggling more generously than they ever did when all cooped up under her protective layers. Even so, once she was all stripped down, Nik couldn’t help feeling a little modest and unremarkable in comparison to the zebra standing above her. Those sleek stripes, those impossible curves, and that absolutely massive endowment leaking such a thick, tantalizing glob of juices were the stuff of legends. She didn’t feel too bad about it. There was [i]nobody[/i] quite like Kalypso, or so she was convinced at least. Sitting beneath that tower of stripes, staring, eyes wide, mouth open, sometimes she swore she could already taste that cock.

Nik took a moment just to sniff the air once she was done with her clothes. She’d been constantly inhaling that zebra musk, but she wanted even more, and one good huff was all it took to take her from aroused to desperately drenched, to leave her squirming where she sat, barely able to even handle the feelings flowing through her body. Kalypso watched her a few seconds longer, and eventually offered her hand again. It was a short tug to bring the harpy up to her knees. Even with the extra height of the cushion beneath her, Nik could barely reach her goal.

Being part bird didn’t make her any less talented with her lips and tongue. As soon as she was able, without so much as a command, Nik immersed herself in everything she so badly craved. It seemed a given to indulge as deeply and as openly as she liked. The fog swirling through her mind helped ease the tension and awkwardness. There was no being shy with that zebra. She demanded all the attention she could get, and Nik was happy to provide, kissing Kalypso right in the middle of the biggest balls she’d ever seen.

The resulting throb that passed from nuts, all the way up to the tip of that tremendous dick left even more juices leaking down Nik’s naked back. When that zebra precum got into her feathers, she simply knew she was going to smell like the gorgeous dancer for a good, long time. That wasn’t washing out easily. Maybe she didn’t want it to. Maybe she wanted to rub her whole body against that glistening cock until she was soaked through the skin in that divinely arousing essence. One thing at a time. She started licking.

Getting a proper taste to match the scent she’d been obsessing over since her first breath of it left Nik shivering, trying not to shake in the middle of her long, exploratory slurp. She ran her tongue along the underside as far as she could take it, dancing along the veins and eventually that thick bump along the road in the form of the zebra’s medial ring. Kalypso was generous with her approval. Despite her imposing stature, she didn’t hold back on the moans, adding more music to the air while Nik absolutely degraded herself with that sloppy, whorish slurping. Nothing could stop the harpy once she got started on that cock.

She was free to work, free to explore without any guidance at first. Nik took her time swirling her tongue around the whole span of the zebra’s cock before moving upwards. Only when she rose up to a squat just to reach that distant, dripping, flaring tip did Kalypso reach down to hold her. It was just a gentle touch, but it served well to guide her where she needed to be and stay there. That meant getting smothered against that blunt tip, immersed in the juices leaking from it until Nik’s face was completely soaked in them. She swallowed some, and the rest simply clung to her, or got into her nose, and her ears. The breathy moans of approval from the zebra sounded slightly underwater. Nik’s head was spinning even more, especially when she remained smothered against that tip so closely she started to slip slightly inside. It was just that big.

Mostly it was just her tongue, and her nose, which gave her an especially intense sample of that musk. She breathed nothing but zebra and she tasted the first few inches of those inner depths before finally pulling back for a gasp. Kalypso didn’t stop her. Just one dip into that dick left the harpy panting, dripping, absolutely sopping wet with the thick, skin-marking scent of horny zebra. Everyone was going to know, and she was so very proud of that fact. Getting that musk-drunk had a way of making the words just spill out of Nik’s mouth between gasps.

“You ever shove anyone down that thing? I bet you could.”

She didn’t even have time to blush about blurting that out before Kalypso gave her a nonchalant answer.

“Mmhm. Some people need dealing with.”

That had Nik bouncing a little at the mere thought. Why was that so hot? She couldn’t explain it, but just knowing how [i]dangerous[/i] the zebra she was all alone with truly got Nik going in a way that made her start idly touching herself mid-conversation.

“I saw. I suppose you get a lot of troublemakers down here, given how hidden it is.”

“Fewer than you might think. Most understand by now. The examples that needed making have been made..”

Nik let a shiver pass through her body, ruffling her feathers in the process. The urge to fix them was strong, but she resisted. It was hard to think about what to say next to that. There was an aura of power around that zebra, one that went so far beyond her skills as a seductive dancer. Nik was basking in it, delighting in the undertone of fear running through their every interaction. When she was silent for long enough, Kalypso tipped her head down to give her a deep gaze, speaking in a lower, firmer tone.

“I really want to fuck you. I know I’m big, but I’m good at making it fit. Nothing too rough. What do you think?”

The impact of that first sentence took Nik a few seconds to process. She found herself scrambling to catch up, to remember what the zebra had said after that and piece it all together. Her first response was to simply giggle. It was a nervous sound, but an excited one too. Kalypso didn’t seem satisfied with that. She didn’t lay a further hand on the harpy until she heard a yes.

“Oh my gods, I want that so much ... you could probably kill me with that monster, but ...”

“But I won’t. Trust me.”

“Will I ever be the same?”

That put a soft smirk on the zebra’s dark lips. “No.”

The decisiveness of that answer was stunning. No guessing, nothing probable or likely about it. Kalypso knew for certain. When she saw that Nik seemed even more nervous after hearing that, she clicked her tongue and continued.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take very good care of you.”

She offered both hands, reaching around her idly throbbing dick. Nik hesitated only a few moments longer. She wanted to see what would [i]happen[/i]. Even if it meant nothing more than some messy grinding, she was going to get so much out of it. Taking that offer, she soon found herself up to her feet, standing at the same height as Kalypso’s bust, even atop that cushion. The zebra ran her hands down the harpy’s arms, stroking over feathers and smooth, perspiring skin alike until she could clutch that bare rump. A few excited wiggles of her tail didn’t loosen Kalypso’s grip any. Up she went, until she was at the right height to kiss.

Locking lips with the zebra was a challenge all its own. Nik struggled to keep out with those smooches alone, and when their tongues got involved, it was all over. She lost that duel swiftly, overtaken by the slick slurps Kalypso provided. Soon, that broad tongue was in Nik’s mouth, and then down her throat. She swallowed warmly, drinking the saliva from the dangerous woman, feeling a cock the size of her torso stroking and grinding up and down her back, and between her thighs. The slow glaze of her pussy along those veins was stimulating enough, but the solid shock of pleasure that came with humping over the zebra’s medial ring brought a harpy screech to Nik’s lips that was thankfully muffled by the tongue she was swallowing.

She had to go up even higher if Kalypso was going to get a proper angle on that soft sex. They broke from the kiss, leaving Nik still tasting the zebra as she panted once more. Laying her head over that strong shoulder, the harpy did her best to relax. It wasn’t easy when she had an enormous club of a cock exploring her body, smearing her in juices, and gliding along the sweet, soft petals of her trembling pussy. She was clenching up by then, flexing on nothing at all like she was already going to launch into a screaming orgasm. Instead, she simply breathed deeply and closed her eyes to let the other sensations take over, lifting her tail high, making sure to offer Kalypso [i]everything[/i].

That was what it was going to take if she was going to withstand the impending penetration. Kalypso positioned the harpy up high, letting some weight come down atop that flared tip. Nik did her best to grind on it, to loosen up and spread her pussy around it, but it all just seemed absurd. She wasn’t even close to reasonably wrapping herself around a cock like that. Yet the more she rubbed, the more aroused she got, the more she found hidden depths within herself - in a more literal sense than the usual use of the phrase. She was stretching. Widening and opening up those trembling walls to welcome that much sleek, black zebra meat was an effort worth a scream or two.

“Shhh. I’d tell you to just relax, but I know how it is. Do your best to just [i]enjoy[/i], Nik.”

Nik could certainly do that. She didn’t need to try. Just feeling her whole body getting shaped and rearranged to accommodate all that dick was an exhilarating feeling like no other. She was doing it. Nik could hardly believe what she was capable of. Maybe there was some magic in it. That wouldn’t have been the first enchanted cock she’d ever taken. No matter how much it stretched and bulged her, pushing her past any sort of reasonable limit, it all felt so comfortable, so pleasurable, leaving her trembling for more with her fingers curled deep into the stripes of the zebra’s back.

The first thrust rocked Nik’s entire world and several beyond it. She gave another screech. It wasn’t quiet, but Kalypso didn’t flinch from her task. The zebra [i]fucked[/i] that harpy, holding her tight, supporting all her weight with such ease, only pulling her close and more deeply wrapped around that shaft. Nik wanted to be even closer. She was clutching Kalypso so tightly she worried she might hurt that big woman, but nothing bothered the zebra. The dancer snorted and huffed all through that demonstration of her power, cock pounding into Nik even at that slow pace, leaving juices dripping and squelching out to trickle all the way to the floor.

As much as Nik wanted to sing Kalypso a song of pleasure, to moan that lovely name and explain precisely how she felt, she was going to have to make do with completely incoherent babbling and yelling. That got the point across well enough. Any words she tried to speak would have been drowned out by the sheer cacophony of wet sounds that came with that soaking wet cock delving deep into a stretched pussy putting out so very many juices, clenching down on that slick shaft so tightly with every thrust. Nik couldn’t remember the last time she was so damn wet. Every moment spent dwelling in the presence of that goddess of a woman, breathing her all in, was one she slipped even deeper into a sloppy, slightly stupid state of complete submission.

In time, she felt her arms getting weaker. That didn’t surprise her. Nik let them slowly slump down to her sides, jostling about with every thrust that bounced her bust and butt with the impact. She was halfway down that cock, but somehow she just kept going deeper. Sometimes she swore she could feel Kalypso pumping right up to her lungs, but she never felt distressed or broken. If anything she was getting more and more relaxed with the ecstasy ramping up, drooling, staring, losing herself a little more the longer she sank completely into Kalypso’s care and control. The pleasure was spreading through her entire body. She barely even felt the individual thrusts anymore so much as she felt sensations coursing through her entire body. Weaker and weaker she got in the face of that much ecstasy, left shaking with what little strength remained, nothing but a toy for Kalypso to use to jerk her cock.

Enough deep pounding, and Nik could feel the juices flowing right through her. Maybe she was just drooling more than usual, but she swore she could taste the zebra’s musk on her tongue. That didn’t seem natural, and yet she was too lost in enjoyment to care too much. She squeezed her legs together, or maybe Kalypso did that for her. The same went for pressing her hands to her hips. It just felt good to squeeze in a little tighter, to straighten her body out and be the perfect fucktoy for the horny zebra.

Soon, she wasn’t just sinking into pleasure, but that cock itself. Kalypso’s massive dick really was leaking all the way through Nik’s body. There was no denying it when enough precum started pouring from the harpy’s lips. She could taste it so richly, could feel every throb, every bulge of veins as her legs started fusing together at the base. It all was so blissful even if it might have looked briefly horrifying to someone interrupting them at that moment. No one did. Kalypso was free to transform Nik’s body into the sleek, shiny black flesh of her big fat zebra cock inch by inch, detail by detail, smoothing it all over in the process of absorbing that pretty bird girl into some extra girth.

Those nuts got somehow even fatter. They were clenching up with the tension that came with all that extra cum. She didn’t absorb all of Nik. Snorting sharply once the harpy was half as much a zebra cock as she was herself, Kalypso reached down just to heft and knead her balls, to lessen the pressure pumping through them too. Nik felt that too. She felt everything, sharing her lust with Kalypso, letting it all become one. Her arms sank down into the stiff mast absorbing her, and soon her face began to distort as the zebra overtook it with her broad flare. Tipping her head back one last time, the harpy let her features darken and her mouth stretch open wide to let the precum absolutely gush out of it before it all sank away, absorbed and claimed by the zebra’s massive, powerful cock.

Even then, Nik was far from gone. Her new existence was nothing like death. She still had so many sensations to endure. Every single throb sent pleasure through the inches and girth she’d become until she wanted to screech. Lacking the mechanism for that, she could only contribute in the form of extra pulses, making Kalypso extra rigid, making her even more productive until she was outright spurting her prejizz in enough volume to paint down the cushions and the walls of the room in an extra-thick layer of her musk. Nik could even hear the voice of the dancer speaking to her, in some way.

“There. Much safer like that. Bounty hunters would have been much less gentle with you.” Kalypso gave a few more teasing strokes along her shaft, leaving it to shudder with her and Nik’s reaction alike. “Maybe there’s still enough of your belongings to collect the price on you. That seems fair, I think. Think of it as a little payment for hiding you out where you’ll never be found?”

It was time for her to shift to a two handed grip. Feeling those firm, fast strokes had Nik locked in a world of ecstasy. She knew nothing but pure pleasure, and she radiated it outwards into the cock she’d become. Kalypso only needed a handful of rubs to bring herself to the edge, veins rising, flare swelling, balls pulling up extra taut as she absolutely painted her surroundings in precum. Nik could feel her entire body blazing with the climax rising up, and she longed for it with every single piece of her consciousness, but she couldn’t simply will it to happen. Kalypso stopped, right on the edge and gave her dick a few pats while it utterly gushed with the need for release. Her tone was slightly breathless.

“You’ve really got me all worked up. Let’s find someone to help us take care of this. Where’s that cute friend of yours you came in with? She looked sturdy.”

Straightening up, with her cock on full display, making a mess of anything she turned her hips towards, she strode out of that private place without a hint of care for decency. It was entirely unnecessary in a place like that. A new song was playing, and another dancer had taken the stage, but there were still plenty of eyes on her when she stepped back into the crowd. It was hard not to when she had her cock on full display, splattering anyone who happened to get too close, putting out the kind of musk that could have rendered anyone particularly sensitive unconscious. Of all the keen noses in that dark den, Lorien was among the keenest.

There was something familiar hidden away in the strong notes of that equine musk. She turned her attention from the bar, where she’d been sampling some particularly potent and unusual drinks, to lay eyes on Kalypso once more. Watching Nik depart with that exceptionally seductive performer had put a smile on her face, but seeing Kalypso return without the harpy had her get up from her seat. It wasn’t just that cock. Though she wasn’t immune to giving it a good, long look from a distance. When Kalypso made eye contact with her, blazing with the need for release, Lori could only stand up and await the zebra’s arrival.

“Where’s Nik?” were the first words out of the werewolf’s mouth.

“She needs your help. We both do.” Kalypso spoke with a certain urgency, though there was still a seductive warmth over her every syllable.

Lori took a long look up at the enormous woman standing over her. Kalypso was even bigger than she thought up close. She did her best to avoid the jets of juices arcing through the air. By that blatant display of steaming, dripping, sense-dulling lust, she could roughly guess what it was the two of them needed her for. Though the precise details of the impending threesome were the last thing she would have guessed. The urge to reach out and touch that dick, to feel if it really was as rigid as it looked was one she had to suppress. As was the desire to simply lick some of that eye-watering aroma right from the sex-soaked inches in front of her.

Of course, Lori had a thousand objections. The whole place seemed shady, and the dancer most of all. She figured Nik would have come out and told her if she really needed help. Though maybe she was strung up in some sort of bondage contraption and loving every moment of anticipation, knowing her. Lori had no idea how close the harpy really was, helping put out those exceptionally thick shots of prespunk that splashed over the bar, the seats, and anyone who happened to get too close. Nobody seemed to mind. Maybe Lori didn’t have to either when she eventually succumbed to the temptation and let herself get soaked through the clothes and armour by those deeply-scented ropes of watery yet plentiful juices leaking from Kalypso’s dick at such an excessive rate.

When the zebra offered her hand, Lori expected to be an invitation to be led off somewhere private. Instead, she found herself swept up as soon as she accepted and brought close to the zebra’s body. She didn’t resist. Lori knew what she was getting into, to some extent. She just didn’t expect all the audience. A quick spin in the powerful clutches of the zebra left her feeling weightless and a touch disoriented as well. She got bent over the same bar she’d just been drinking at, and not a single patron or worker moved to interfere in any way. Mostly, they gave her space.

“Nnnnm ... but ... but what about Nik?” she managed to murmur

“Don’t worry. Your friend is very close. Do you feel her?”

Lori didn’t know how to explain it, but somehow she did once she opened her mind to the possibility. In that thrumming, messy horny energy, the harpy’s essence was apparent. Lori simply [i]understood[/i] exactly what was grinding against her ass and lower back, pouring juices over her outfit and eventually her bare skin when Kalypso started stealing away piece after piece of protective layers, followed by the clothes beneath. She was bare before the audience, but that just made her fit in all the more in such a place.

Her reaction wasn’t what even she expected of herself. Maybe she should have felt disgust, anger, horror, but it just seemed like such a Nik thing to get wrapped up in. Of [i]course[/i] that harpy was a zebra cock. Maybe it was reversible. The magic was powerful in that place. It wasn’t out of the question. That was enough to assuage the guilt of letting that revelation make her even more aroused.

Somewhere in those many inches, Nik was grateful for that decision. She was not only going to get her relief, she was going to get to show off in front of all those people. In a sense, at least. Then there was feeling the warmth and wetness of Lori’s pussy when the zebra tugged off enough layers and started glossing over those folds with a few smooth thrusts. The werewolf wondered if she ought to have transformed for such a partner. Her focus was all off. It was as good as useless to try. She was just going to have to let that blunt tip slowly part her pussy lips, lifting her right up off her feet with the power of that pulsing lust alone.

Just like Nik before her, Lori found herself more malleable than she thought, wrapping around that tremendous shaft to accommodate it in a clenching, soaking grip. Kalypso rubbed against the underside of her balls while the zebra pushed inside. Lori’s own cock filled out to fully knotted in seconds, and felt like it was still getting stiffer, still getting bigger the more zebra cock there was bulging in her belly. For as steady as Kalypso was, there was some uncharacteristic trembling in that massive shaft. That was Nik’s contribution, pounding away as part of that girth, lending all her energy and excitement towards the mutual pleasure of her former travelling companion and her new keeper alike.

The magic surging through them both pushed Lori to the brink after a mere few thrusts. Kalypso was only halfway inside of her, and yet the werewolf was already acting like her transformed self. She bit at the air and anyone who happened to get too close, clawed at the edges of the bar, clenched her teeth into a snarl that was less impressive in her current form, but nonetheless vicious. Kalypso didn’t let that distract her. The zebra fucked like an expert, sinking deep inside Lori until her plump medial ring gave the adventurer’s clit a massage, popping in and out with those firm, decisive strokes and motions of powerful, striped hips.

Even getting taken from behind, alternating moaning with growls in her throat, Lori could imagine how sexy those stripes must have looked, all bare and glistening in the strange light. She found herself caught up in that thought, obsessing over it even. It all made sense when she scanned down over her naked body and found herself disoriented when she didn’t recognize it. Like a drop of ink in water, the black and white colouration was spreading over her body, dyeing her, perhaps even corrupting her with every hard thrust squeezing even more juices out of her.

Her response was to tilt her head back and let out a confused bray. That was far from her usual sounds, formed with a thicker tongue. She snorted and huffed, feeling her face changing, but she didn’t pay attention to the details. Instead, she let herself be taken until her cock swelled up even thicker, her knot even heavier, and her pointed tip smoothed over into a blunt flare much like Kalypso’s own mighty spire. Every thrust made Lori a little more of a zebra, a little more Kalypso’s mare, until she felt that distinct inner flex of an equine cunt winking around her spontaneous lover.

Nik was helping drive it all home, helping to spread that transformation and pump out even more precum into a bare, same-species womb. Lori had felt breedable ever since she first caught a breath of the zebra’s sweat. The more like her she became, the more she knew she was getting knocked up that night, right in front of all those leering eyes. Let them be jealous, she thought. Kalypso’s attention was solely on Lori, grunting, sometimes even sounding like she was growling, as if the transference went both ways, just a little.

The stripes overtook Lori’s face and reached right down to the top of her fusing, solidifying hooves. She explored her new voice, finding a bark that was like a hybrid of what she was, and what she used to be. Some of her features remained the same. She got to keep those sharp teeth, flashing them in a shriek of pleasure. That one didn’t come from zebra or werewolf, it was all her, calling out her ecstasy when she felt the [i]schilck schlop[/i] of Kalypso’s sloppy, plunging cock send her into an all new writhing, squeezing, rapidly winking peak unlike any of before, leaving her squirting femcum as much as she was simply painting her surroundings with a stream of cum that formed a waterfall over the edge of the bar in seconds.

“Put it all innnnn me ... “ she outright whined, letting everyone know how much she wanted all that cum inside her, how much she wanted to be [i]bred[/i].

Nik was locked away inside, finally getting that relief she’d been craving. Helping along the throbbing, bulging, flaring cock nestled within Lori, she ensured Kalypso’s nuts squeezed even tighter and pumped out even more cum than ever. Absorbing that harpy made the zebra somewhere beyond just productive. She erupted with a firm note of pleasure from her lips, and buried even deeper to send that spunk directly into Lori’s womb. The transformed adventurer gripped the bar all the tighter, stomping her hooves, and milked that cock for everything it could give her until she swelled up with her belly spilling over her thighs and squishing into her stiff new black zebra cock.

Even well after she thought herself full, there was still more to take. With no more room in her womb, Lori was forced to overflow, to let all the rest of the cum gush forth from her trembling pussy lips. She was more sensitive than ever, still flexing through an extended orgasm that left her drooling on herself nearly as much as she painted her thighs with all the cum she was helping squeeze out of that thumping cock. Kalypso pressed in a little deeper, squeezing and kneading Lori’s newly striped ass, squishing the cheeks together and pulling them apart as she drained her nuts in that breeding mare. It must have taken minutes for her cock to finally stop throbbing.

A long, collective sigh that left the two of them dripping was interrupted by a sharp gasp from Lori when Kalypso moved even slightly. That cock was still firm inside her, if not quite as rigid as before. The dancer could finally calm herself after leaving Lori a sloshing zebress where a werewolf used to be. Nik relaxed inside her, that essence still present but dormant until the next pleasure session. Which surely wouldn’t have been long. She was so content after helping breed Lori, after feeling the warmth and ripples inside her cunt that she’d fallen into something like sleep. That left Lori with her marecunt pouring cum all over the floor with every inch Kalypso pulled out of her.

Relaxing and slipping back, Kalypso stroked through the werewolf’s hair a few times. She made sure not to let Lori fall. There was one place the mare needed to be, and that was swept up in Kalypso’s arms. The dancer was still so much bigger than the newly transformed one, and her deceptive strength ensured it was easy for her. There Lori lay, resting her head against the bust of the one carrying her off, not a single protest on her lips.

“Always need someone to help release the tension after a good performance,” Kalypso softly said, only to her. It was either an invitation, or merely a statement of how things were going to go. “And your feathered friend has me feeling more tense than usual.”

With her belly bouncing and faintly rumbling, already bloated out to a size and weight that felt like a trial run of just how pregnant she was going to get with the zebra’s seed inside her, and countless deep, sweaty fuck sessions awaiting her in Kalypso’s captivity or care. However she chose to look at it.