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The door wasn’t even locked. Hilda was prepared to throw her monumental weight against it and break in to conduct her investigation. She looked forward to it, in a way. There were few things that could stand up to the might of the big, tall nergigante. The big-horned woman found herself hired to look into someone who’d been acting particularly shady of late. That leopard’s name kept coming up in Hilda’s work. It seemed every time she poked her nose into something suspicious, something going on behind the scenes, and there was that cat again.

There was no sign of Mahiri when Hilda stepped into the high rise apartment, relatively silent for someone her size. She ducked her head through the doorway and took the time to scan around just to make sure she had time to snoop. It didn’t matter if the leopard ended up knowing she’d been there, as long as she couldn’t prove who it was, and Hilda didn’t take anything for herself. It all seemed a little easy. Yet even remaining as vigilant as she could, she couldn’t detect the trap before it was too late.

It was almost undetectable until Hilda triggered it. She wasn’t even sure what set it off exactly. Maybe it was motion, or maybe it was the sound of her admittedly heavy footfalls. Either way, a small spout or spigot hidden among some books on a shelf gave a [i]pop[/i] and shot something directly onto one of Hilda’s shoulders with enough force that even she gave pause. It was a smooth, featureless ball of something that stuck to her clothing tightly enough she had to put some muscle into reflexively pulling it off. That was a mistake.

As soon as it touched her bare scales, it started to [i]grow[/i]. In the process, it overtook her entire hand and coated her fingers in something smooth and shiny. It wasn’t entirely unlike the latex she sometimes liked to wear, with a pleasant texture that lessened the panic of how quickly it was spreading. It crawled up her arm even as she started to claw at it with the other hand, and soon coated her shoulders, and moved down her chest. There was a slight sound of shredding when it somehow got [i]under[/i] her clothing, pulling it off her body with the kind of precision that a mere [i]substance[/i] shouldn’t have been capable of. In her rising concern, Hilda swore it was thinking.

With her outfit fluttering to the floor, overtaken by the smooth coating dancing down her body, Hilda was soon mostly and then entirely naked. It spared nothing, ruining her clothing, shredding anything that got in the way of coating her bare skin. It gleamed in the light streaming through the window. Hilda had to admit it was a little pleasant to have it overtaking her breasts like that, and then spreading down to work deep into the space between her belly muscles. When it even slipped between her thighs to coat her newly bare pussy, she suppressed a little moan. Then the substance suppressed it for her, moving up to overtake her face in the same all-encompassing embrace.

Her first worry was suffocating. Yet when she opened her mouth to gasp, she found the air filtered through that [i]something[/i] well enough. Instead, she found herself swallowing great lungfuls of sustaining, but distracting scent. It was a faintly velvety aroma wafting into her senses, making her mouth water, and her pussy all the more tender to the touch of that newly acquired body suit hugging to every single one of her contours. She swore she was still getting enough air to keep from passing out, but the pleasure of breathing it was making her head spin. She reached out to try to grab onto something, but missed, crashing her way through the apartment she was supposed to be stealthily investigating.

One more good, deep, desperate huff to try to get some air that wasn’t tainted by that aphrodisiac clouding her mind, and Hilda was spent. She gave one more claw at herself and pitched over just as that suit overtook the last few inches of her exposed body. Before all went black, she saw a shaded view through the stuff over her face of the very feline she was supposed to be snooping on striding towards her trapped self. She was pretty sure she pitched over, but she didn’t remember hitting the ground.

When she awoke, she found herself in another room. If Mahiri had dragged her there herself, it was no small feat for a single feline. Even more impressive was how tightly bound she was. Hilda was trussed up like a piece of meat, hovering over the leopard’s bed, suspended by several chains and shackles. The latex had receded, but it still clung to her, coating her arms and legs like a set of stockings and warmers. She shook at her bindings as soon as she was conscious, but even her strength could do nothing to change her situation. The leopardess observed her from a nearby chair, one leg crossed over the other, a devious smile on her face. At least, Hilda was mostly certain that was Mahiri.

It was hard to identify the leopardess when her distinct rosettes were so well hidden. She was wrapped so tightly in a full-body outfit of pure, shiny black that it might as well have been her skin. Only her face was visible, along with that shiny red hair that so clearly identified her. The rest was black. Hilda could make out every last detail, down to the outline of her breasts, her nipples, and even the contours of her pussy, soft and wrapped in pure black. She was starting to wonder if that was an outfit.

The closer the cat got, the more she rumbled, a dangerous sound much more potent than a purr. With her presence came more of the scent that had seemingly knocked Hilda right out in the first place. The nerg was much larger than the feline, but none of that size of strength was doing her any good. Mahiri was free to swish her way right over to the suspended giant she’d caught in her latex web. The leopardess lashed her tail about as the only sign of her inner excitement, wearing a smile Hilda could only describe as sinister thanks to the unusual glow of those eyes. Such a shade of pure emerald, giving off a strangely glimmering light, didn’t seem like it came naturally.

“Coming in uninvited?” the cat finally asked once she was at the foot of the bed. “Tsk.”

Hilda was ready to answer, to protest, even to threaten the smaller feline if she didn’t let her go right that instant, but Mahiri kept that from happening. All it took was a small gesture from the leopard, one curled finger, and Hilda found herself unable to respond when that latex coating [i]moved[/i]. It followed Mahiri’s command, crawling over the captive nerg’s body until it overtook her mouth. This time, Hilda still had her nostrils free to snort and snuffle her disapproval, but her good eye was open wide just observing such a strange thing, such [i]power[/i].

It went further when Mahiri guided Hilda down to the bed simply by pointing where she wanted the nerg. The latex obeyed her. Maybe it was part of her. She was giving off the same intoxicating scent, all the more thickly. Hilda had no choice but to breathe through her nose, and every sniff she got made her a little more worked up, a little less in control of herself. Yet that didn’t stop her from testing those binds, to see if they continued to prove as strong and unmovable. The silky, smooth substance wrapped around Hilda’s limbs and tail alike kept her from going anywhere, following every flex of her power muscles.

“Hmm. I’ve been working on my villainous speeches, but to tell you the truth, you caught me unprepared. I’ll just have to let my body do the talking for me.”

That unsettling smile on Mahiri’s face grew to a grin, revealing the gleam of some particularly sharp fangs. She was a big cat, of course, but they were bigger than any feline’s had any right to be. Hilda’s didn’t blink her good eye as she watched the leopardess crawl onto the bed, arching her back and dragging her weight along with her palms in ways that didn’t seem natural. Momentum didn’t work that way. There was something wrong with Hilda’s remaining eye. Maybe she was just dazed from breathing that scent she secretly enjoyed.

Soon, she felt the cat’s fingers pressing into her muscles and scales as Mahiri moved across her. It wasn’t uncomfortable. The leopard was much lighter than her. If anything it was something like a massage, especially with those latex-wrapped claws pressing into those scales. Hilda tried not to snort too much, especially when Mahiri kept on crawling, moving on the nerg’s bust and mounting that great, horned head. Of course a crown like that had to be gripped, even if Hilda’s horns were so big Mahiri couldn’t even get her hands all the way around them.

Wrapping Hilda’s face in her smooth, sleek thighs, she soon made it all the more clear she wasn’t just dressed in a particularly tight bodysuit when she pressed her bare pussy against Hilda’s snout. Nestling down and getting comfy, wiggling back and forth until she was settled, she let the nerg feel just how [i]wet[/i] she was. Smothering her giant captive until Hilda simply had no choice to sniff and douse herself with even more of that particularly lovely scent. It sank deep into her senses and further clouded her thoughts with the potency of pure, horny latex leopardess, and she couldn’t do a single thing about it.

Part of her wanted to lick, too. She had a long, strong tongue, and she could teach that devious feline a thing or two with it. Mahiri was riding her face, getting those leaking juices smeared ever so deeply into the nerg’s features. She soaked those scales and left her mark, a feminine musk that sank right through that thick hide. There she rode for a while, treating her captive, that mighty, towering nergigante as her personal steed for as long as she liked. In the glimpses Hilda got of the leopard’s pleasured, snarling expression between thrusts of sleek black hips, she could already see the [i]change[/i].

Tendrils of dark latex were moving over Mahiri’s features, coating them in extra sheen. They crept up over her face, slowly glossing over the small amount of her fur that was still visible. The substance even weaved into her hair, giving her a mane of silky strands that shone under the overhead light. Even those prominent fangs took on the black of the rest of her body, until she was completely encased, down to every last detail. The only colour left was the stark green of her eyes - one that was slowly, but perceptibly shifting to a much more threatening red.

“Do you like what I’ve done with myself? I can’t take much credit. Such gifts I’ve been given in such a short time. I must have been a very good kitty to earn them from [i]her.[/i]”

Mahiri put some particular emphasis on that word. If she was still focused on doing her job, Hilda would have written that down, but she wasn’t getting her hands on her notes in that state. Her focus was elsewhere, on that slick, dripping pussy grinding so relentlessly on her face, humping up and down with the cat’s generous thrusts. Mahiri rolled like a wave as she worked her scent deeper and deeper into Hilda’s nostrils and scales alike, leaving the nerg drenched by the time she finally withdrew.

There was no opportunity for Hilda to recover. She was left tugging a little harder on her bindings, and only finding them pulling tighter around her arms and legs as a result, as if responding. There was one thing Mahiri let her have though. The leopard drew a finger across her own lips, and just like that, Hilda’s own were unsealed. The nerg could speak again, though she didn’t immediately think of any words. Instead, she gasped out and panted for a while. Even when the cat moved in close again, risking those dragon fangs, Hilda could do nothing but accept the kiss she was given.

The two of them made out, one hesitantly, the other pressing deeper and deeper as she rumbled mightily through the overpowering smooches. The best Hilda had for a rebuttal was to slip some of her own long, flexible tongue. Mahiri gladly took that for herself, sucking deeply on it until Hilda could feel the leopard’s mouth watering around it. They kissed as deeply as they could, with Mahiri outright swallowing that tongue, holding that position. The inside of her throat felt every bit as velvety smooth as the outside of her body.

When she was satisfied, Mahiri broke free of that tongue and slipped downwards. It was Hilda’s chance to say something, to threaten, to bellow, to make it abundantly clear just how much of a mistake Mahiri was making. Or alternatively, to make enough noise that someone might have overheard and come to help. Whether she considered that too undignified or not didn’t matter. She lost all ability to speak when she felt that [i]tongue[/i]. It never lost the feline texture even as it darkened with the strange corruption coating Mahiri’s body, and the leopardess made good use of it to slurp and drag across the exposed folds of Hilda’s soft, warm sex.

There was no denying that the bound dragon was already aroused. Hilda spiralled so much deeper into lust after just a few smooth strokes of Mahiri’s tongue. That the leopard kept her haunting, glowing eyes trained on the nerg she was eating out the entire time only made it hotter for Hilda. The nerg found herself biting her lip, clenching her teeth, flexing her muscles, anything she could do to keep from moaning out loud, but it was useless. She couldn’t deny how good that cat was at making her feel amazing.

Mahiri laid off the pleasure for just a moment, but it was only to slink her way smoothly between those powerful thighs. If Hilda could only have broken free, she might have crushed that damn cat in her grip, but she could only lie there, stretched out, exposed, and [i]wet[/i]. She glistened with the leopard’s saliva mingling with her own juices slowly leaking from her well-licked sex. Mahiri was wet too. That much was clear when pressed her head close to Hilda’s breasts, and met her captive’s pussy with her own, like a deep, lewd smooch.

Nibbling and biting her way along Hilda’s tits, Mahiri worked to keep grinding, to thrust and hump, slicking sexes with her captive the entire time. It was time for Hilda to bellow, and not with threats. She couldn’t hold back her voice when she was getting pleasure like that. The textures, the wetness, the scents, they all left her utterly drenched with need, quivering outwardly and internally until she felt something even better creeping up her legs and down her spine. It wasn’t that shiny coating that kept her in place, though she might not have minded getting totally engulfed in it. Instead, there was a spark of pleasure she couldn’t put out, and it overtook her entire body the longer she endured that smooth, slick pussy grinding from the latex leopardess.

Hilda couldn’t fight it. She writhed in her bindings, arching her back, bucking her hips as much as she was allowed to move, and threw herself into orgasm instead. If she was going to be forced to cum, then she went over the edge as intensely as possible. Mahiri kept going, kept rubbing even as the nerg began to squirt for her. Those steady rumbles rose until they were equal even to Hilda’s roars of ecstasy, and she remained right between those strong thighs to soak up all the juices the elder dragoness squirted on her. They soaked smoothly into her glossy skin, making her all the shinier in the haze of Hilda’s trembling, gushing orgasm.

Only after Hilda settled down to hot, heavy panting breaths did she stop shaking. She didn’t get a chance to recover. With her own pussy faintly trembling with rising need, coated in Hilda’s own juices, the black-coated cat needed some attention. She crawled up with sudden swiftness, spinning herself so could settle her ass down over Hilda’s whole head. Making a throne of the captive nerg let her plant her sex directly atop those lips and fangs, and feel that tongue all over again.

Hilda didn’t hesitate to serve. She didn’t think of it that way. Not yet. With the leopard on her face, nearly suffocating her with every moment she spent making a smothered seat of her unexpected guest, Hilda could only think of taking as much of that taste for herself as she could. She pushed her tongue all the way inside the cat, letting those rumbles thunder all around her tongue and milk out all the more pleasure from those vibrating walls. For herself and the leopard alike.

Mahiri didn’t relent, no matter how good that service - or even [i]worship[/i] - really was. She rode and pressed down deeper and deeper as if to take the nerg’s whole broad snout inside of her. Hilda found herself lost in the moment, tonguefucking that drenched slit, juicing it of all the flavours she could possibly swallow. Her efforts brought out a rising tightness of Mahiri’s inner muscles, one that clenched up around that plunging tongue until Hilda could barely move it beyond a wriggle. That was good enough to make the latex demon cum.

It was in those moments of obsession and craving that Hilda found herself understanding what she was dealing with. There was no better explanation for Mahiri’s newfound power and prowess. Plus, the taste that came flowing down her throat when the leopard climaxed was anything but natural. It was pure sin, squirted upon the nerg’s outstretched tongue, driving her closer and closer to accepting that infernal corruption for herself with every swallow. Hilda could feel the latex slowly crawling up her arms and legs, moving towards her core while the leopardess writhed and bucked atop her face, snarling out a song of fierce, orgasmic notes.

Only when those inner lips stopped squeezing did Mahiri rise again. She turned herself with a swish of her tail, smacking Hilda on the cheek with it. Sitting on the nerg’s chest, she leaned in close, pussy steaming in the aftermath of her release, putting out even more of her scent. Watching Hilda panting put that unsettling grin on her face again, all black-fanged and shiny.

“You like how I taste. That much I can tell. I think you deserve a little more, even. I’ll give you an extra treat just for doing a good job, but only if you’re very good.”

There wasn’t much Hilda could have done to be bad. She had control over her mouth, but she didn’t use it, choosing instead to listen and await whatever surprise was in store for her. The anticipation alone was enough to get her pussy clenching up tight, wet again with the desire to plummet even deeper under Mahiri’s dark influence. The change coming over the cat didn’t even surprise her all that much anymore.

Gone was that wet sex Hilda had so enjoyed navigating with the twists and undulations of her tongue. In its place was a plump, hefty cock just as glossy as the rest of her, if not somehow more so. It rested briefly atop a pair of heavy balls that were big even for the shaft they supported. Hilda saw them clenching and flexing with every throb of Mahiri’s rising shaft. The nerg was absolutely drooling by the time that shiny dick was standing tall in front of her face, and when she saw it pulse hard enough to send a strand of precum trailing down it, she made a sound something like a whimper.

It so happened her two big horns made for good blowjob handles, and Mahiri didn’t bother with further teasing before just mounting up on that face once more. Squeezing Hilda’s head between her thighs, she plapped that dick down against the nerg’s lips and made her kiss it, wrap her tongue around it, and draw it inside. Hilda simply had no choice. She wasn’t physically overpowered so much as she was mentally, unable to resist the urge to hold onto some piece of her dignity. Her body was Mahiri’s to control, no matter her remaining inner objections. She latched on tight and closed her eye, lost in a richer, all the muskier flavour that came with the leopard’s new endowment.

Mahiri didn’t just rest and let the nerg suck. Once she was gliding over the back of Hilda’s tongue, she gave a sudden thrust and jammed as much as she could straight down that thick neck as she could. There was nothing to do but to keep from choking. Even a big beast like Hilda needed a moment to collect herself after that, and Mahiri barely granted it. The leopardess kept the snarls going as she tugged those horns and facefucked the bound and horny nergigante with all the power her glossy corruption granted her. She even when drool was running down the cat’s nuts and the giant’s eyes were watering from the effort of swallowing down as much of that dick and precum as she could.

Even the bed was having a hard time dealing with that much force. It squeaked and strained while the leopardess fucked her captive, stuffing Hilda’s gullet to the brink of gagging, but never quite going that far. She knew just how to fuck, leaving the nerg to shudder and [i]glurk[/i] it all down, rapidly guzzling all those juices. The leopard hadn’t even cum yet. She was shooting so much prespunk that Hilda had to swallow in deep, audible [i]gulps[/i], and it was only getting thicker.

This time, Mahiri gave her a proper roar. Hilda could barely hear it over the [i]plapping[/i], but she felt it. With those balls pressed against her chin, flexing even tighter, Mahiri poured an orgasm straight inside of the nerg without any further warning. Hilda swallowed it all without pause, knowing she ran the risk of her throat getting clogged if she didn’t chug it as hard as she could. The musky taste rising up to completely overwhelm her senses and leave her vision so blurred she could barely make out the silhouette of the all-black figure mounted on her muzzle was her reward for surviving such an assault.

Of course Mahiri wasn’t done. She yanked her cock out of Hilda’s throat in the middle of her cumshot, spraying a few fat ropes onto the nerg’s face and horns, leaving those to stream down over those scaled features. Hilda’s breath was steaming in her gasping aftermath. She quivered for air, drooling and coughing up some leopard cum until it splashed over her breasts. That wasn’t the only mark Mahiri left on her, either. The leopard was soon hard at work, still stiff, grinding her scent deeply into the nerg’s skin with every stroke of her wet, dripping cock all over Hilda’s body.

The leopardess continued like that as the binding latex crept even farther up Hilda’s arms and legs, reaching the end of them, moving over her shoulders, and her hips. There was still plenty of bare nerg to hump and mark down with that rich, smooth musk. She kept at it until, rubbing, gliding over those carved muscles while the stuff binding Hilda in place worked to leave an even deeper mark on her. The nerg could feel it joining with her. She didn’t know how to explain it, but she knew she wasn’t going back. Everything Mahiri was doing was permanent.

Which just made her all the more receptive to the cat getting between her legs again. Mahiri pounced upon that pussy with a growl that kept on going, projecting those thunder-rumbles while she staked her claim on that dragon cunt. Hilda found herself moaning whorishly when the leopard penetrated her. There was little ceremony to it anymore. The cat moved like a beast, eyes flashing a certain fury, fangs bared, cock rigid as she buried it in the depths of her corrupted captive. Hilda found herself a little darker with every thrust, her mind emptying out to make room for Mahiri’s whims, fucked stupid and depraved by that solid, shooting leopard cock glossing up her insides with that latex touch.

The [i]schlick[/i] of ultra-slickness rang out along with the smooth and steady sound of Hilda being completely overtaken by the darkness that coated and empowered the leopardess. Mahiri fucked her deep, slapping her ass with a pair of smooth balls that were soon drenched in their combined juices. She was squeezing all the lust out of Hilda, soaking her shaft in everything she made the nerg feel for her, filling her up with an excess of precum that made the latex clinging to that mighty body move all the more swiftly to completely overtake her.

There were mere inches of Hilda left untouched by the encasing coating of latex by the time Mahiri was roaring her climax again. Bouncing atop that big beast, filling her up with cock and precum, then grinding her into a peak of her own, Mahiri was in complete control of Hilda. She fucked until she simply lunged forth with a startling snarl. Hilda might have flinched more if she didn’t immediately launch into another peak of her own as soon as the leopard was balls deep inside her, with those potent nuts rapidly flexing against the quivering lips of a well-rutted nerg sex.

A mutual release came with exactly the mess Hilda expected when she felt so good. She squirted like she had never felt before, but it was all drowned out by the sheer excess of all that spunk shooting directly up inside her womb, as if to make sure the corruption took absolutely everywhere. Hilda was completely blackened, coated from horns to toeclaws in that living latex, gazing out with a gaze that saw so much more in the midst of her stunning, thigh-quivering orgasm Mahiri fucked right out of her.

The leopardess drained her balls entirely inside the nerg, and left Hilda to slump, released from her binds at last. The beast did nothing about her new freedom, choosing to instead sprawl out and gasp, dripping a mess from her pussy when Mahiri pulled out to stand above her newly corrupted follower, admiring all she had done.

“Pretty good start. We’ll see how well you take to your new role. I think I’ll have to keep training you if I’m really going to unlock that [i]potential[/i].”

The grin didn’t seem as sinister when Mahiri slowly revealed her regular face once more, eyes returning to normal, mask of latex receding. Yet that ability to hide her changes was precisely what made her new form so dangerous. Hilda had learned that well. And so would so many more.