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Azrael took one last drag of her cigarette before she put it out, letting out the smoke in one long prolonged breath. As she looked at the cloud that clung to the cold air it caused a small smirk to form on her face before she crushed the empty pack and tossed both it and the snuffed-out butt into the trash. It was her last break before the end of the night and with the bar she worked at winding down she expected that there wouldn’t be much hassle left to do aside from escort the drunks out and close up the place for the night. Even so it would be nearly three in the morning and the chill in the air was getting worse, which meant she was in for a cold walk home even with her thick leather jacket and the fur underneath it.

The night ended up being exactly what she imagined and aside from stepping in to end a scuffle between two belligerent barflies the doors were closed and she was on her way. As she walked down the streets the usual surge of traffic from those driving home had ended and it left her going down an empty street. Normally at this point she would have another smoke to wind down the night but after using her last one on her break she didn’t have any more until she got more. Fortunately even as late in the night as it was it was a situation that was easily rectified as she walked up to the twenty-four hour corner store and got inside.

As soon as the warmth of the shop hit her the saber hybrid felt the ice crystals that had accumulated in her long neon green hair cause it to fall around her face, prompting Azrael to brush the wet strands out of her way as she walked inside. “Looks cold outside,” the python behind the counter said as he idly flipped to the next page of the magazine he was reading. “I don’t know how you manage to make the trek home in that weather.”

“Your sunny disposition I suppose Mac,” Azreal replied as she went to the hot food shelves to see if there was something she could munch on, though there usually wasn’t much out for her to pick from. As long as she had worked at her current place she had stopped in to get whatever she needed after her usual late shift, and as long as she’s been doing that Mac had been there. It was hard to think of coming in and finding anyone else behind the counter and the two had gotten to the point where they had friendly banter as she grabbed a burrito and a drink before she went to the counter. “Want to throw two packs in there?”

“I would if I could Azrael,” Mac replied as he gestured to the empty case behind him.

“You can’t be serious,” Azrael said with a slight growl as she leaned against the counter and put her hand against her head. “This is the third time this month you guys are out!”

“Hey, don’t blame me,” Mac said with a shrug. “You’ve met Jerome before, the guy couldn’t tie his shoelaces if he didn’t have those hooves, yet they put him in charge of doing our inventory. I suppose there are some perks to being the boy toy of the owner.”

Azrael sighed as she knew exactly what the python was talking about; about a month ago she had met the stallion and self-proclaimed stud sashaying about while looking blanking at shelves trying to figure out what to order. It had been one of the rare times she was up and around while the sun was out and though Jerome was a nice guy he didn’t seem to have two brain-cells to rub together to keep warm. The owner probably put him to work since he was sick of supporting his equine boyfriend, but from the looks of it he wasn’t working out as she continued to stare at the empty cigarette stand. “C’mon, you got to have something in reserve back there,” Azreal asked.

“You’d be the fourth person to ask me that,” Mac said with a chuckle. “And no, we don’t.”

Azrael slumped over onto the counter and Mac merely moved his magazine back so he could continue to read. “Great, now what am I going to do?” Azrael stated. “I just smoked my last one at the bar and don’t have any packs at home.”

“You could try breathing actual air for once,” Mac replied, grinning sheepishly as the hybrid glowered up at him before leaning in. “Look, how desperate are you? Because I may be able to help you out… but it’s not going to be your brand.”

Azrael looked up with her eyes shining with hope as she practically pulled herself over the counter in order to stare straight at him. “Hey, I’ll take whatever you got,” Azrael said as she grinned up at him with her saber teeth. “Even though crappy menthols that you seem to enjoy.”

“Hey, don’t be hating of my preference,” Mac said with a chuckle as he reached down behind the counter and pulling something out of a box. “But no, I’ve never even heard of these cigarettes before, I found them when looking around our storeroom trying to find if we had any regular packs left. In all honesty I was just going to throw them out since I didn’t feel right selling a brand I didn’t know, but since you’re in dire need I can give them to you for free.”

“You are an angel,” Azrael replied as she looked at the pack of cigarettes that had been slid to her. They didn’t even have a name, instead there was a picture of a wolf howling at the full moon that went around the entire pack. “Well that’s something, they don’t even have a warning label, just how old are these things?”

“If you don’t want them I can always just toss them for you,” Mac stated, the python reaching out before Azrael snatched them up. “That’s what I thought. Anyway here’s your receipt for the rest of your stuff, have a good rest of your night and try not to freeze to death.”

Azrael wished him a good night as well and grabbed up her items, eating the burrito so it wouldn’t get cold on the way home. From the corner store it was only a few more blocks from her home and by the time she got there she had finished her impromptu meal. Normally at this point she would just crash on her bed but with tomorrow being Monday she didn’t have work, which meant she could enjoy the night a little more. After taking a bit of time to warm up in her apartment Azrael went out onto her balcony and took the new pack of cigarettes with her, opening it up as she sat down in her chair.

While sometimes she would sit out long enough to watch the sun rise it was too cold for that, instead she would probably have one last smoke before heading in. When she popped the pack open and took one out she was slightly surprised to find that they were jet black and it caused her to sniff it to see if it was a clove cigarette or something. Though it did have a bit of a smell of spices it otherwise smelt normal to her, and she knew that if it wasn’t good she could just toss them out like Mac said he would and maybe head to another convenience store tomorrow. Azrael took out her lighter and flicked it open, taking the flame to the end and lighting it up before putting the cigarette in her mouth.

Not bad, Azrael thought to herself as she leaned back in the chair after taking a drag. It was a much more mellow flavor than she had expected and the burn in her lungs was actually rather pleasant. She held the smoke in for a few seconds before exhaling, and as it bellowed out into the air she was surprised to find that it was as black as the cigarette. It made her wonder what was in these things to do that, but she found herself taking another puff before shrugging it off and blowing the smoke out of her nostrils.

Within a few minutes she had managed to burn it all the way down and Azrael felt her body tingling from more than just the cold as a smile crossed her muzzle. The exhaustion she had felt from her shift had left her and even the chill in her bones had abated, more so than when she was in her apartment as she looked at the full moon that was still rather high in the sky. As she took the last inch or so of the cigarette and put it in the ashtray she felt really good, and more than just energized as she saw a bulge growing in her pants. An interesting reaction, Azrael thought to herself as she unzipped her pants and saw her sheath beginning to fill out.

Since her building faced the harbor and her balcony was higher up it was unlikely that there would be any prying eyes as she let her cock slide out. Despite the frigid air it continued to swell and harden until she had a throbbing erection. She brought her feet up and pressed them against the railing, the yellow claws taping against the metal as she found her lusts rising in a rather unusual manner. Normally when she was done with work the last thing on her mind was pleasuring herself and more often involved flopping down on the bed, but as she began to breathe harder she found one of her hands going up and massaging her sensitive breasts while the other slowly wrapped around her sizable shaft.

Even though she tried to stay quiet Azrael couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh as her body quivered with pleasure, her breath coming out in large clouds in the night air as her hand went down from her breast to her wet pussy. As her hand dug into her shorts that were being pushed down her thighs she noticed that as she breathed out it wasn’t the normal frozen vapor that came with being out on a cold night, instead it was black smoke just like what she had gotten from smoking that cigarette. The smell and taste continued to linger on her senses for far longer too and as she continued to pleasure herself it was only growing stronger until it was enough for her to stop what she was doing and investigate further.

As Azrael tried to get up from her seat though she found that she had somehow become wedged in between the two armrests that it had. While it wasn’t exactly a big chair she had never had this problem before, but even when she tried to use the railing her feet were braced against for leverage she found herself unable to get out. When she looked down to try and see what happened it looked like her waist and thighs had expanded and the armrests were practically digging into her black fur, causing her to gasp slightly when she saw her midsection jiggle slightly before growing even more. It also looked like her cock had somehow grown bigger as well and without realizing it she had continued to stroke the sensitive flesh even as she wiggled to get out of her seat.

Azrael’s eyes widened slightly as she saw wisps of the black smoke come up into her vision even when she was no longer breathing out, the black vaporous tendrils curling around her saber teeth as she finally managed to get out of the chair. When she did she almost flung herself over the railing as her body felt lighter than before while the tingling grew stronger in her. Her body was definitely changing, the hybrid gathered as she set her feet down on the concrete and they were even bigger than before, and though her mind was beginning to get clouded just like her breath she kept herself composed enough to know that she needed to do something about it. She stumbled over towards the sliding glass door and attempted to open it, but gasped in shock when her elongated fingers swirled right around the door.

“What the hell is this…” Azrael growled as she made several more attempts, only to watch her hands dematerialize around it each time and then reform back to her transformed digits. “What’s going on… why do I feel… so strange…” The changing creature felt a surge of pleasure radiate from her groin and fell to her knees as the fur there started to shift around as though being moved by an unseen wind. When she tried to get up from her stance she felt her muscles suddenly bulge and it caused her to remain there while she groaned from the pleasure that came from her thickening legs and lower body.

Even though she couldn’t get inside Azrael could see her reflection in the glass window of her door, her eyes widening to reveal her black sclera had started to seep into her irises. Black smoke was constantly coming from her mouth and nostrils like there was a smoldering fire inside of her and even though her chest was swelling it wasn’t from breathing anymore as she found herself no longer needing too. Her already sizable breasts also began to deflate into her body and as she grabbed them it was like pressing her fingers against a furry balloon while her sides and chest inflated with new muscle. When she pressed against her shrinking boobs it caused a surge of pleasure to cascade through her, exhaling deeply that caused her entire body to become wreathed in the same smoke that clung to her fur and seemed to seep into it.

Another surge of growth in her legs caused Azrael to fall backwards onto her balcony, though as her back hit the concrete it was like she had fallen into bed as her hips began to buck upwards. Her cock had become an electric green and had become big enough to make horse guys jealous, the tip pressed against her new washboard abs as she let out another groan. The entire time her mind continued to grow foggier and she wondered if the cigarette she had smoked had some sort of hallucinogen in it, though it was getting harder to even think about anything more than her more base desires as she began to feel alterations happening to her face. While she retained most of her features such as her horns, ears, and saber teeth her muzzle grew out longer and she felt the other teeth within grow sharp even as they turned as green as her hair, nipples, and cock.

With her transformation increasing in intensity it caused her to inhale sharply from pleasure, especially as she found herself wrapping her hand around her new cock and beginning to pump on it. Even though she couldn’t see it her pussy lips merged together and as her breasts became firm pectorals she realized she had become a male instead of her usual herm self… but none of that mattered as her new chest filled with smoke. At this point it was unlikely she had lungs anymore as the hair on her head grew even thicker as well as her fur, though it looked more like smoke as the green stripes and chest began to glow just like the rest of the neon green on her new body, but as she continued to breathe in it felt exactly like she was smoking. A strange but familiar sense of euphoria came over her as the remaining thoughts and feelings that hadn’t been corrupted seemed to coalesce into one large breath, draining from her head as her eyes turned pitch black before she finally breathed out and released a cloud of smoke into the air.

As her balcony became filled with black smoke Azrael suddenly felt liberated; not only from the pesky thoughts that had been clouding her mind with thoughts of decency and inhibitions but also from her physical form. The creature that laid on the balcony was no longer a jackal-dragon hybrid, she was a powerful wolf-dragon smoke creature. A deeper growl than anything she could have mustered before escaped from her more powerful muzzle as she stroked the thick cock between her legs as fast as she could, her hands becoming a blur as they slid along the frictionless surface. As her arms flexed she could see that despite being made of smoke they were thick and muscular and even with their apparent incorporeality she could feel the strength in them as they pleasured her.

But as the transformation subsided the lust that came with it ebbed enough for Azrael to stop what she was doing, even if she thought that she looked extremely arousing while pleasuring herself. As she sprang to her feet she saw the glowing green and inky black, as well as very male, smoke wolf-dragon looking back at her in the reflection of the glass door. Thick arms and legs, sculpted chest, monstrous visage, huge cock… she found herself practically pushing up against the glass as though to feel the reflection in the mirror as her desire quickly began to return. It was more than just a need for sex, as she reached down and was able to solidify her hand enough to open the door she found an unusual and intense desire to dominate and possess someone with her new body.

Azrael found herself practically at the door before she stopped herself, holding back even as lewd thoughts of swirling around and taking control of someone else’s body caused her cock to throb. Even though she was so horny she couldn’t go out like this… but the desire to hunt was growing stronger and as she found herself flexing her body she once more began to go towards the door to leave. Possess, breed, convert… they were all things that were running through her mind and causing her thickly clawed fingers to move towards the door once more. But just as she was about to lose it completely and succumb to the beast that she had become she instead went back to her bedroom in order to look at herself in the mirror to distract herself with her own admittedly handsome form.

As Azrael moved around her apartment she saw that she was still exhaling the black smoke like she was constantly puffing on a cigarette, and though she normally didn’t do so indoors she knew if she went out to that balcony again she would probably hop off of it. Despite not needing too she found herself inhaling and exhaling deeply with the sensation being much more pleasurable than her usual habit. It was intoxicating to say the least and as she got to her bedroom the ceiling already had a haze that clung to it. She had also managed to set off her smoke alarm but one angry swipe with her bigger clawed hands and she was able to easily smash it before finally making it to her mirror.

Once more the reflection of the smoke wolf-dragon looked back at her and as she saw her longer tail wag in the air behind her it was as if she waved a smoldering stick in the air. As she moved and examined her body she could see that it was similar for everywhere and as she ran her hands down her muscular chest her fur shifted like they were tendrils of smoke as well, though it still seemed to have the same texture as long as she didn’t move her fingers too fast. As she got to the pectorals she pressed her hands against them and though they looked fabulous on her it made her wonder what her new look would be like with her breasts. Suddenly Azrael’s muzzle opened in a gasp of pleasure as she felt the smoke her body had become shifted inside of her and start to fill out underneath her palms, causing her to shiver as her chest grew out until she had a pair of tits that were bigger than her old ones.

“Not bad,” Azrael said as a smile crossed her muzzle, licking her neon green tongue along her longer teeth as she swelled them out even more until they were almost comical, then retracted them back until they fit her new powerful physique. “If I can get back these, then I bet I can find a way to keep myself occupied.”

Azrael quickly moved to her bed and practically floated down on top of it despite her bigger body, letting out a deep moan as she made another alteration. Her clawed hands gripped the sheets as she laid on her back while she reformed her pussy, letting out a gasp as her body easily shifted around in order to do it. She also stretched her cock out even bigger and with the new composition of her form it made it easy for her to do what her corrupted mind had come up with. Once she had gotten her feminine sex completely back she took her cock and bent it around so that it would slide between her own legs. What would have normally been nearly an impossible action for her old body became easy as her entire body shivered from feeling the head press between her nether lips, causing her to lick her chops in pure lust as she willed more length into her shaft to penetrate herself further.

It only took one hand for Azrael to keep feeding the growing shaft into herself, using the other one to grope her own body. Smoke continued to curl from her lips as she still felt the need to go out, to find others, and even with a cock buried inside of her it wasn’t the same as finding another to stick it in. It was still enough to keep her occupied as the smoky wolf-dragon began to hump up into the air even though her cock was in a different direction, the desire to go deeper and stretch herself out further fueling her lusts. Eventually she got on all fours and once more grabbed onto her own tool, thrusting it into herself as she leaned forward while the feel of her bigger breasts brushing against the bedsheets made her groan loudly.

As Azrael continued to rut she suddenly heard a loud knock at the door that caused her to stop. She didn’t think she was being loud, if anything while her voice had gotten deeper it was also quieter as well, but that was at the back of her mind as she stopped what she was doing. There was prey on the other side of the door, her tongue once more licking her sharp teeth as she got up and began to stalk towards it. She moved silently, like she was gliding over the floor instead of stepping on it with her massive cock still deep inside her own pussy as she moved to answer it. Once Azrael had gotten to the door she opened it, one hand still on her breast in order to entice whomever decided to interrupt her.

“Hey, we’re noticing smoke… coming… up…” the armadillo man said before his eyes widened at the sight of the naked wolf-dragon standing there in front of him. Azreal’s face twisted up into a lewd grin as she could see him get ensnared almost instantly, aided by her smoke coming up from the vents and already starting to increase his arousal. As she began to lean towards him though she stopped and the grin turned to a frown as she sniffed the air around the stunned creature.

…this was not her type of prey.

Instead Azrael blew a cloud of black smoke in his face and watched his face grow even more slack. “There is no problem,” Azrael whispered into his ear as he breathed in the smoke. “If you see anything else you will ignore it, and tell anyone that asks that there is no problem. Now leave me be.”

The armadillo man merely nodded and began to walk back down the hall towards the stairwell as she closed the door and made her way back towards the bedroom. Even though she had stopped herself with him the raw instinct to blow more than smoke in his face caused her to quiver, but not in fear or anxiety. There was power there along with the hunger, one that had it been someone else she would have used right there to slake her lusts. For the moment however she was fine with playing with herself as she walked back into the bedroom and spread her legs once more while resuming her self-penetration.

Azrael wasn’t sure how long she had pleasured herself but when she opened her eyes again she looked down and saw her normal breasts on her chest and that her cock had retracted back into its sheath. She groaned and sat up on her bed as she could continue to smell the lingering aroma of the cigarette that had caused her rather wild night. When she looked up she half expected to see her ceiling coated with black only to see that it was the same pale white as always. Given the clouds of smoke that she had exhaled that entire night it was surprising to her that everything was like she had spent the night out on the balcony, which she went out on to find the knocked over chair and pack of cigarettes.

“What the…” Azreal said as she picked up the pack and found that while it was still open there wasn’t a cigarette missing even with the butt of the one she had tried still in her ashtray. “Where did Mac get these cigarettes?” As she held them in her hands she suddenly had the temptation to have one, whether it was a call from her desire to smoke or something else that was affecting her mind she started to pull one out before she stopped herself. These little things are even more addicting then what they’re supposed to look like, Azreal thought to herself as she put it back and closed the entire pack.

As Azreal got out of the chill of the mid-afternoon air she wondered what to do next, trying to find something to occupy her mind other than trying out another cigarette that had already caused her bizarre transformation last night. Just thinking about that form gave her a shiver of pleasure down her spine and almost made her reach for the pack in her pocket once more. She thought instead of going to another market to get her usual brand before she figured that if she went to the corner store she had gotten the cursed pack from the day shift manager might know where they came from. The hybrid quickly grabbed her coat and left the apartment, the pack of cigarettes and her lighter still in her pocket as she made her way towards the place she had gotten them from.

When Azrael got to the area she found that Mac had already left, which made sense given that it was nearly three in the afternoon and his shift ended in the morning. While she didn’t know the boar that sat behind the counter as well she felt comfortable asking if the manager was there to ask him a question. The quiet man just pointed towards the back and muttered that the horse was in charge today. Even before she saw the chestnut brown horse standing there staring at the display racks with a dumbfounded look on his face she knew that it was Jerome, sighing deeply before she went over towards him.

“Hey Jerome,” Azrael said as she approached the horse, who immediately turned to look at her instead of the clipboard he was holding. “How is reorders going?”

“Not too bad,” Jerome replied with a grin on his face. “Boss man says that I’m getting better at it, might be employee of the month if I can help out more.”

Only because you’re sleeping with him, Azrael thought to herself before she pulled out the pack of cigarettes and showed them to him. “I was actually wondering if you knew about these,” Azrael asked. “I got them from here yesterday and I was hoping that you could tell me a little more about where you got them.”

Jerome looked at the pack in confusion before glancing down at his clipboard. “Uhhh… I think I remember something about those,” the horse said, Azrael silently prompting him to go further as he scratched his head. “If it’s about restocking I know that we’re a little behind on that but I didn’t expect them to be such a popular item, thought I was saving the store money cutting down our order. If that’s a brand you want me to order I would have to ask Eli about doing so.”

“No… nevermind,” Azrael said as she put her hand to her head, trying not to show her displeasure in the incompetence of the horse that had gotten her into this place to begin with. “Could you make sure you restock them though? I would personally appreciate it.”

Jerome just gave Azrael a big grin and a thumbs-up, then went back to trying to figure out how many snack cakes they had on the shelf and what needed to be reordered. Not surprisingly the equine’s favorite treat wasn’t out of stock, the hybrid thought angrily to herself as she went out through the back of the corner store and into the parking lot. Knowing that she was probably going to have to wait a week until the store owner finally decided to do the ordering himself and actually stock what she wanted frustrated her enough that she took one of the cigarettes out of the pack that she was holding and brought it to her lips, lighting up like she normally did. It wasn’t until she took her first drag and saw that the one she was holding was pitch black did she realize her error, her eyes widening as she found herself drawing in the transformative smoke that had changed her so drastically the night before.

It caused Azrael to hold her breath, which only kept it inside her longer before she realized what she was doing and quickly exhaled. When she did a much larger cloud then what there should have been came out from her mouth and nostrils, and even as she took a second more wisps curled out into the air from her maw even though she was completely out of breath. Even though she knew that turning into some sort of smoke creature in a parking lot in the middle of the day wasn’t a good idea she looked at the still smoldering tip and wanted more. She could feel herself starting to let go as the power and desire rushed back into her body, reminding her of what she had experienced last night and that she had turned almost completely into a monster…

…and it was with that thought that she brought the cigarette back up to her mouth and took another long drag. Her eyes nearly fluttered back from the intense euphoria of giving in to the temptations, feeling her body start to pleasurably grow and morph right there. Fortunately there was no one in the parking lot; it was rarely used since it was mostly just for deliveries and the doors to the shop were locked and had no sight lines to the streets, though none of that really mattered as she reached down and began to undo her pants. Just like the night before the chill of the air dissipated while she kept the cigarette in her mouth, breathing in his corruptive smoke as she managed to even pull off her shirt with it still between her lips.

It was just in time as her chest had already began to barrel out, the green fur starting to glow as her muscles expanded and enveloped her breasts once more. It seemed that male smoke wolf-dragon was the default form, Azrael mused as a grin spread over her muzzle while watching her cock quickly slide out of her sheath and continue to grow, but at the moment she didn’t mind that as she began to stroke it. With the smoke filling her inside and out the instincts that she had felt before came back with a vengeance, especially with being out in the open as she rubbed against her disappearing tits with one hand while stroking her new cock with the other. As her musculature grew she found herself giving into the intoxicating power, feeling it well up inside her and give her such pleasure that she would have practically fallen on the pavement if it wasn’t for the brick against her back.

As her tail grew out and her limbs grew longer one of those new thoughts cropped up in her corrupted mind that caused her to smile so wide it exposed her glowing green teeth. Though her thoughts were focused on hunting and finding others Azrael was still in the driver’s seat, the hybrid feeling his dominance kick into high gear as she took her clothes and used her lupine foot to kick them towards some bushes to hide them. A gust of wind blew through her and as she watched her form trail towards the edge of the alley she knew she couldn’t go out that way; even without her erect cock jutting out from her groin a smoke werewolf-dragon would probably set off alarms. The shop door was also locked but as she eyed up a vent that was above it she knew that such things would no longer be a problem for her…

Back in the shop Jerome sighed as he looked at his clipboard once again, then started to go upstairs to the second level of the building where he lived with his boyfriend and boss. Even though he had attempted to make another try at getting all the numbers right on the stock like the stag had asked him to all he got were completely different numbers than what was on the inventory sheet. The entire time he could feel the boar’s eyes staring at him while he did it too and could almost feel like the older man was judging him for having a position above him. As he started to head towards the office where Alister would be doing the financials for the shop though he felt a chill go down his body and saw something that looked like smoke in the kitchen.

The equine’s first thought was that he had left the stove on again and was going to add another problem that he had to explain, but when he walked inside nothing seemed amiss. Jerome looked at the stove in confusion before he put his clipboard down on the table and went to the refrigerator to get him and his boyfriend something to drink to try and soften the shark up, but as he looked at the bottles of soda they had he was unaware that another creature was forming right behind him. When he finally found what he was looking for there were wisps of smoke that started to waft around him and as he sniffed the air some of them were pulled into his nostrils. The smell was not that of burned food, but exotic like spices mixed with tobacco as the smoke werewolf-dragon continued to reform behind him. Azrael kept her body fluid as she stood behind him with her hands on his hips while stretching her neck so that her head was staring directly at his.

Azrael let out a chuckle that caused an even bigger cloud to form in front of the horse’s face, and as Jerome breathed more of it in his muzzle went from surprise to relaxation. “That’s it, just breathe me in,” Azrael said as she could see any anxiety or fear from some strange creature being in his apartment melt away from Jerome’s face. “It feels good, doesn’t it? To let the smoke just drift into your thoughts and cloud your need to think.”

“Yes…” Jerome replied as a dopey grin began to spread over his face. Whether it was because she was less in a hurry with the horse or he was simply dimmer than the armadillo in her apartment building she found the effects of her hypnotic visage and voice were much stronger on him. Or perhaps he was just used to be controlled, or even enjoyed it as she glanced down at his pants and saw them starting to tent in the front.

“Good, now why don’t we make you more comfortable?” Azrael asked as she swirled around him, reveling in the sensations of her incorporeal form as her smoky fur swirled around the nodding horse. “Go ahead and get naked for me, those clothes much be so confining for you. Show off that body of yours… you know you want too.”

At that moment Jerome had been wearing a pair of jeans and a shirt, but as his horniness grew the horse immediately felt the need to shed them as he fumbled with the button on his stretched denim before pulling them down. Azrael let out another chuckle as she saw that the horse was wearing a jock underneath with the pouch of the front straining with the rather girthy cock that it was holding inside of it. When he moved to take that off as well Azrael stopped him and told him to leave it on, since the part she wanted was exposed anyway as her fingers caressed his pert tailhole. His butt quivered slightly at the touch and when she slid in a bit deeper it caused him to let out a small moan before she wrapped her fingers around his muzzle.

“Shhh, no need to let your boyfriend know what’s going on quite yet,” Azrael whispered in his ear as Jerome gripped the sides of the refrigerator. “We’ll visit him soon enough, for now though I’m going to enjoy making you my vessel. That’s all you are after all, a mere toy for me to play with, and I’m really looking forward to it.”

When Azrael released the muzzle of the horse it caused him to gasp, which was what the smoke creature wanted as her hand curled around and shoved itself into his maw. Jerome suddenly found his mouth and throat full of the dense smoke limb that was strangely similar to someone shoving a cock in his maw, which was quickly combined with the werewolf-dragon doing so with her real maleness in his rear end. The refrigerator shook slightly as the smoke creature began to lose her form as she pushed herself in both ways, her hips and thighs thrusting forward to bury more of herself into him before they were reduced to a swirling cloud that continued to slither deeper. All the enthralled equine could do was stand there and let out a muffled groan as his throat and stomach were pushed out by the creature entering into him while his body quivered from the pleasure that came from the possession.

Within a minute it was like Azrael had never been there as Jerome took a step back from the refrigerator and held his head. Even though the smoke had cleared briefly from his mind he could still hear her words echoing in his skull like she was still whispering them. Eventually he stumbled back into the table and when he did he happened to look down at himself, his jaw dropping when his normal washboard abs looked like he had eaten an entire buffet as his cock remained completely erect underneath it. As he put his hands against it though it was rapidly deflating and caused another surge of pleasure to go through his body while his already muscular physique began to bulk up even more, though as he watched his pectorals grow plumper his eyes widened in surprise when the head of a jackal pushed out his chest briefly.

It wasn’t long before the hypnotic voice of the one inside Jerome grew stronger and as it did his panic and confusion once more turned to lust, especially as smoke began to leak from his mouth and nose while his hand drifted towards his cock. As it stretched out a set of hands could be seen pushing out his bicep and forearm as the smoke creature took control, completely blocking off the horse from using it as she claimed it for her own. The rest of his body was quickly following suit and the bulky creature made for a rather comfortable vessel, Azrael mused as she slid her ethereal legs down and felt the hooves of the equine as though they were his own. As she began to stroke the sensitive flesh of the huge shaft she finally decided to pull the jock off his body, which caused the back of the horse to arch slightly.

By this point Jerome was putty in her paws, but that wasn’t enough for the smoke creature as she moved to fill one final spot. With him already hypnotized it was easy for her to sneak into his thoughts, the horse gasping in pleasure as the vaguely wolf-dragon shaped head pushed up into his throat and inside his skull. While she could have just as easily filled him like she did initially there was something exhilarating about having the vessel feel her presence taking him over physically as well as mentally, dominating his mind just like she had done with his body as she felt the horse twitching from the last of his control being taken away from him. The horse’s muzzle and head briefly became distorted as Azrael slid inside his mind and for a few seconds she allowed her smokey tongue to play with his before settling completely inside.

Jerome continued to quiver as he held onto the sturdy table, his hand no longer stroking himself as his eyes closed while his mind was pushed into the passenger’s seat. It took a few seconds to regain some semblance of composure as more wisps of black smoke began to emanate from the horse, his lips curling up into a smirk. When the equine’s eyes opened again they were a smoky black that swirled around as he got to his feet and began to flex his body. Azrael continued to relish the feeling of being inside the horny stallion as she could feel his thoughts, including the intense lust from having no control over his actions as she decided to walk her new body to the destination that Jerome had been intending to go to in the first place… after making a quick stop in their bedroom.

Meanwhile Alister sat at his desk going through his balance sheets, unaware of what was happening to his boyfriend on the other side of the door as he let out a sigh. What he did know was that the horse was costing him money with every mistake that he made and that trying to get fit him into a management job was proving futile. The stag sighed and leaned back as he realized he would have to probably fire him, which made him wonder how their personal relationship was going to go. While Jerome was a nice guy and a fun lover he often got his feelings hurt easily and that was something that he didn’t want to do.

The deer was so preoccupied with his own thoughts that he didn’t realize the office door had opened and someone slipped inside. It wasn’t until it closed did he look up and saw that Jerome was standing there smiling at him. “Ah, great, I was just about-“ Alister stopped mid-sentence when he realized the stallion was wearing the rubber chest harness, cuffs, collar, and thong that he had gotten him last Christmas. “About to… um… whoa…”

The horse smirked as he walked over towards the desk, watching the deer’s gaze continue to stare down at the throbbing bulge that was stretching the confines of the shiny material keeping it in. Azrael smiled as he saw Alister practically drooling as his eyes remained fixated on the stallion’s crotch, which was exactly what she wanted him to do. As she had put everything on the equine’s body she saw that the eyes of the horse had turned completely black and there was nothing she could do to alter it. That was fine though, she had already had plans before and all this meant was she needed to make sure that Alister’s attention was focused completely elsewhere.

What had surprised Azrael upon taking over Jerome’s mind was that while it had appeared to everyone in public that Alister was the dominant one in the relationship that wasn’t actually true, but only in one significant aspect. Once she moved the horse’s body over towards the deer she knew exactly what to do to drive him wild, grabbing him by the antlers and pushing his muzzle against the rubber-covered bulge. A shared thrill of pleasure went through the equine’s body as Alister lost the gruff, assertive demeanor that he usually carried and slowly wrapped his fingers around the back of Jerome’s thick thighs. While Azrael enjoyed the attention being given to her new cock she had other plans; once she had the stallion’s thick shaft buried deep within the other male she would use that to transfer herself to him, the smoke wolf-dragon wanting to possess both men so she could have them to herself.

Just as Azrael was about to lower her hand and slide the throbbing maleness out of its rubber sheath she felt her hips buck forward when the other man suddenly took the head of Jerome’s shaft into his mouth. It was a slight shock that the deer was so eager, but as she looked down and watched Alister bob his head deeper and harder to fill his cervine muzzle she noticed that the rubber was still around the horse cock. In fact the way every detail shined as it slid in and out made it look less like was wearing a rubber thong and more like his cock had just become rubber itself, but as the pleasure began to intensify Azrael found it wasn’t the only thing that was happening down there.

Alister let out a gurgle as the stallion’s cock slid down his throat, and as the shaft stretched out his neck Azrael realized that the shaft stretching out the deer’s muzzle lost its firmness. The rubber coating Jerome’s groin had started to spread and as the smoke creature felt his essence transferring to the other male she could sense that the possession was having an effect on her original host. It wasn’t just his cock, which was stretching even longer and penetrating deeper into the other man, as she continued to possess the body of the stallion she had started to notice that the insides of the equine had started to shift about but she had just originally attributed it to her incorporeal state. With the pleasure being fed into Jerome’s body however the smoke hybrid could see that it was more than that, especially as she saw that the fingers gripping the antlers had started to turn a shiny black and merged together.

Even with the lust that was growing between the two Azrael still had enough sense to know that she was somehow affecting her vessel as the strong arms that gripped the other male began to droop slightly. With every thrust of that growing cock inside the deer more of the horse’s body began to warp and deform, though the only thing that came from it was a sensation of pure pleasure that made it even harder to concentrate. Whatever was happening to Jerome seemed to be influenced by the rubber that was worn as the straps that were once tight against the muscular body of the equine began to melt into the fur that was becoming increasingly black and shiny by the second. In the back of Azrael’s mind she knew that she should probably stop, but her instincts were fully in control and the pleasure that came from it was not only shared by Jerome but Alister as well as she could see his erection straining through his pants.

Azrael directed Jerome to do what came naturally and the horse pulled out of the deer with a loud, wet pop, though it was briefly restrained when something thick and rubbery wrapped around their member. To the smoke creature’s surprise the partially possessed cervine had managed to coil his mutated tongue completely around the shaft of the other creature, which as it squeezed down the mass shifted slightly to make the other parts bigger. It was as if the horsecock had completely been transformed into a gooey version of itself, something mimicked by the other male as the transformation progressed. Though Azrael was concerned about what was happening to the two they seemed to be enjoying themselves fully as he directed the possessed equine to flip the buck over.

Already Azrael could feel her influence spreading to that of the deer as a loud gurgle escaped from his lips while Jerome began to push his growing goo cock against those furred globes. When the horse grabbed onto the antlers she could feel that they were starting to lose their solid nature, turning to tentacles as they were converted to rubber just like the rest of his body. The stomach of the stag was pushed upwards by the thickening rod of the creature before Jerome finally lost the ability to completely stand and fell forward. The chests of the two men immediately merged together and Azrael could feel both their minds as powerfully as she had felt Jerome’s originally, despite the two turning into a puddle of goo the horse continued to try and thrust forward.

Their forms never completely lost their shape though and as Azreal honed her power she managed to bring the merged creature back into some state of a solid being once more. The first thing that emerged from the formless goo was a thick stallion cock, which was accompanied by a pair of hands in order to pump it as it grew to nearly two feet in length. Fortunately another pair of muscular arms grew out to hold up the merged creature as the rubber molded into a physique that would put most bodybuilders to shame, something that was being spurred along not only by the lusts of the two creatures that the smoke werecreature inhabited but her own desires as well. A loud moan permeated the office as an equine muzzle formed from the blob that had been where the two creature’s heads had melted into one another, but as their shared body continued to emerge a pair of antlers formed as well.

Eventually a rubberized hybrid of equine and cervine sat on the edge of the desk humping up into the air, both Jerome and Alister overwhelmed by the shared sensations of their new body. Azrael decided that the two boys needed some time alone in their mental state and slowly pulled herself out of the rubber creature, emerging as a plume of smoke before once more reconstituting her male smoky werewolf-dragon body right in front of them. “It seems that you two are closer than ever before,” Azreal growled, enjoying how her deep, dominant voice made her new thrall shiver in delight. “I could separate you into two rubber drones, but I think I want to play with this body some more.”

“Yes master,” the drone replied, spreading his legs so that she had access to his rubberized hole.

“Mmmm, I like the sound of that,” Azreal replied as she licked her lips, feeling a different hunger as she took her cock and began to push it into the hole of the combined male. She could still sense that she had some control of their body both mentally and physically and proved it when she took their tail and morphed it into a rubber tentacle that slid up and slithered into her tailhole while she pushed her glowing member deeper into them. She let out a growl of pleasure as she pumped her hips forward, claiming these two as her own with her cock while her new thrall just groaned and writhed on the desk while stroking themselves off.

After she had her way with them Azreal separated the two into rubber creatures, but instead of turning them back to a rubber stag and stallion she decided to totally dominate their form and made them into sleek, shiny werewolf-dragons like her instead. It didn’t take long before she had two almost identical rubber clones of herself, though not as well-muscled and more lupine than her body, and had accentuated both their bodies with cuffs, collars, harnesses, and a leash that she held as they used their synthetic muzzles and tongues to lick against her throbbing shaft. As she sat there however she could start to feel her own body starting to revert back, and though the two that she had possessed and enthralled did the same she could feel that they were still under her control even if it was diminished. Already Azrael was itching to change again, but as she thought about it she had an idea about growing her pack even more as she looked at the two with a grin…

A few hours later Mac arrived at the shop in order to work his normal night shift, only to find that as he attempted to open the back door to get inside that it was locked. “What on earth…” Mac said as he flipped out his phone and tried to call Alister, only to find that it went straight to voice mail. “Did Jerome forget to open the place or something?”

“Actually I can answer that question for you,” a familiar voice called out as Mac turned to see Azrael emerge from the shadow of the nearby alley with a grin on her face. “I was here when Alister and Jerome both left for the night and decided to give you the day off while they restocked a few things, and since I knew you were about to get here I said I would stick around and tell you. Since you got the night off I thought that maybe you and I could go out and tear up the town.”

“Oh, I’m guessing that you got the night off too?” Mac asked, Azrael responding with a mere nod of her head as she took out a black cigarette and lit it. “That actually sounds nice, though we may have to go somewhere else in order for me to pick up a pack of my own if Jerome hasn’t restocked my brand yet.”

“Nonsense,” Azrael said as her grin grew, blowing a plume of smoke into the face of the python and watching as his eyelids almost immediately began to droop. “Why don’t you go ahead and take one of mine? I could use someone else to go out on the prowl with and these will really help you cut loose.”

Before Mac could reply he suddenly found one of the paper tubes pushed past his lips, though it was hard for the snake to think as he watched the hybrid bring up her lighter to the tip. He could swear as he saw the end flare up with the fire that Azrael’s face was changing, her muzzle growing and teeth pushing past her lips, but as he took his first breath in his eyes widened from a completely new sensation that was overtaking him. Azrael took a step back as the light trance that she had used was replaced with the sensation of the smoke overwhelming his senses while filling his lungs. While she could have easily made the python into another rubbery creature like the two that were still upstairs she wanted another smoky werewolf-dragon to join her on the prowl, which is exactly what she was going to get as black smoke seemed to curl up from the python’s head until his scales disappeared into a pair of lupine ears while a predatory grin formed on his lengthening snout…

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Meanwhile those in the gallery watched as the pedestal next to Tarien was suddenly filled with smoke for a brief second before it coalesced into the wispy black werewolf-dragon they had just seen rampaging through town. “Well that was certainly a fun experience,” Renzyl commented as the three judges wrote stuff down on their tablets. “Let’s see what our panel has to say about our newest creation.”

“I suppose I can go first,” Raven said as he perked up after dropping his pen. “I have to say I was expecting a pure werewolf from you and was glad that you incorporated more of Azrael’s form into it. Also I’m glad that you used the smoke into the final form instead of just relying on the fact that you are the lord of canines.”

“I also thought the possession aspects of the transformation were nice too,” Vira spoke up after Raven had finished. “Using the smoke as a means more of infiltration and sort of playing that the beast was taking over in that regard, not to mention that the dominance of the smoke werewolf was balanced by the drones that she created when she did possess that guy. Overall a really nice theme and great use of the cigarette delivery system.”

“Yeah, the cigarette and initial transformation were probably the best,” Serathin commented. “I did also enjoy the drones that were created and the melting that happened since the power was too much for them, though the star of the show is clearly Azrael in this aspect. I also wanted to point out that there was great mental conflict in the changes as well and it wasn’t the straightforward power takeover in either regard, so high marks for that as well.”

Tarien just gave a nod to the three judges and then looked at the other brothers, who scoffed and rolled their eyes while Renzyl stepped over to the next platform. “Alright then, we only have five entries left to go,” the rubber dragon said as he looked at those that are remaining. “Who’s next?”

“I believe that would be me,” Athear said with a smug grin as he slithered over to the platform. “And though Tarien made an interesting feature with his drones I think that the judges are going to like where I go with it…”