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Ambrosiac joy swirled in Cody’s stomach; he carried it down the hard cement sidewalk, through rays of skyscraper-sandwiched sunshine. Thousands of glass windows reflected whirling lights along the stone, dancing in Cody’s path. Roxie followed in tow.

“Is this the street?” Cody asked. He shot a glance backward at his partner and remarked: “I don’t think I’ve been to this part of town before.”

Roxie rolled their eyes. “Of course you’ve never been here,” they remarked. “This place is invite-only. It’s hush-hush.”

“Hush-hush?” Cody echoed. The seeming exclusivity of their destination left him giddy. Naively, he asked: “Really? How did you get in, then?”

Roxie flashed a cheeky smile. They twirled their paw in the air, looked away, and replied: “Well, Cody… if I told you, then I’d have to kill you.” They then let out a tiny giggle, said: “Just trust me, okay? You’re gonna love it.”

Cody could only roll his eyes. “Fine,” he relented. “But only because you look amazing today.”

And indeed, Roxie looked amazing. Cody could just barely see beneath his partner’s black crop top. The slightest curvature of their breasts burgeoned from that thin black fabric; just below, Roxie’s belly button donned a jade-colored piercing, angular tattoos disappearing beneath their dark pantline. It made Cody squirm. Were those tattoos there before…?

“Here we are!” Roxie chirped. With a skip and a jump, they charged forward, pointed toward a blood-red door. Indented against a brick building, it seemed totally out-of-place; such a homey entrance would befit a country home more than a busy side street.

“This is the place?” Cody asked. “There are no windows. Are you sure?”

Roxie gave a little smile, asked: “What? Are you scared?”

“Of literally the sketchiest tattoo parlor I’ve ever seen?” Cody quipped. “Because, yes. I am a little scared.”

Roxie rolled their eyes, grasped the brass doorknob. “Don’t worry!” they chirped. “I’ve been here tens of times. I know it looks a little sketch, but it’s amazing.”

Their wide smile beckoned Cody forward. And with a flourish, they twisted the doorknob and flung the door wide open; for just a moment, Cody swore he could feel a blast of cold air against his feathers.

“Ta-da!” Roxie said. They motioned inside, held the door open. “Go on in! We gotta climb some stairs, but it’s worth it.”

And so, begrudgingly, Cody began his ascent. The door closed closed softly behind him, and he marched up, up, up. At times, the staircase seemed to extend impossibly far; the door at the top would ebb and flow, toward and away from him, never quite coming close.

Roxie, of course, failed to react. That same excited grin adorned their face from bottom to top. Cody would shoot glances backward at them, uneasy, but Roxie would simply give a small nod, point toward the apex, and say: “We’re almost there.”

And alas, Cody was there. He turned back toward the staircase’s top, and was met by another red door; and, without his touching it, the door swung open. Light burst from inside, sizzled Cody’s eyes; he raised an arm to shield himself, but the blaze soon faded, leaving him with a utopian sight.

The walls of the tattoo parlor were painted burgundy. Picture frames of all shapes and sizes dotted the place, showcasing beautiful paintings each; a beach at sunset, a busy street corner at dusk, a navy-clad boy in a cafe.

Stooped over a nearby counter was a woman – an antelope – in stunning makeup. Cody had never seen a cat-eye look pulled off so well; her tight black skirt accentuated all the right bits, her horns poking from a mop of pristine dark hair. Dark bangs just barely reached her trimmed eyebrows, the fringes of her hair tumbling down onto her shoulders.

Noticing Cody’s entrance, the antelope boomed: “Roxie! Oh my gosh, I was beginning to think you wouldn’t show.”

Roxie gave a bashful smile, closed in for a close hug. “I’m so sorry,” they blurted, then pointed at Cody. “My partner isn’t the greatest with directions, haha. I guess we got a little sidetracked.”

“Oh!” the antelope chirped. “This is Cody? The Cody?”

Cody recoiled, echoed: “The Cody? Roxie, what did you tell them?”

“Oh, you know,” Roxie teased, their hand planted on the antelope’s shoulder. “I’ve been telling Sasha here all about your little slutty exploits – your recent dips into pet play and such…” They licked their lips. “It’s been wonderful bragging about you.”

Sasha guffawed. “Truly,” she said, “I’m jealous.” She then grabbed a photo album from a nearby shelf, slammed it open, and said: “Just a moment, hm? We’ll select what you want together.”

Cody gave a nervous smile. He asked, “What is that?”

“It’s a book of tattoos,” Sasha replied. She then raised her perfectly coiffed eyebrow and added: “Are you new to tattoos?”

“No,” Cody lied. “I used to, uh, get stick-and-poke in college. Just some really basic stuff.” He mustered an unconfident grimace. “I, uh, got my birth symbol put on my armpit.”

Sasha asked, “Which birth symbol?”

“Pisces,” Cody replied, even though he knew nothing about astrology. “But, um–”

“--We actually have something special we’d like to try today,” Roxie interrupted. The fox then muscled their way to the front, positioned themselves between the eagle and antelope. “Something that I know you’ve been pushing on the down-low. You know what it is.”

Sasha could only roll her eyes. “Really, Roxie?” they asked. “That’s, like, my magnum opus. And I could really use a…” She twirled her manicured black nails in the air. “...more experienced subject? I mean, no offense.”

“None taken,” Cody replied. His feathers ruffled under his thin t-shirt. “Look, I know I look a little… I dunno… naive, when it comes to kink, but…” He took a deep breath, met Sasha’s gaze. “I’m tougher than I look. And I want to change.”

Sasha laughed. “Change?”

“Transform, then,” Cody said. “That’s what I want. I feel like a… chrysalis right now. Right? But I don’t want to be that forever.” He then tugged on his faded graphic tee, pointed toward his baggy jeans. “This isn’t me. I mean, it looks like me, sure, but… if I had a chance, I’d look completely different. I’d be something different.”

Sasha crossed her arms. “And?”

“You’re that chance,” Cody explained. He then motioned toward Roxie, said: “Look, my partner will vouch for me. And I’ve been thinking about all this for months.” He grinned. “I really, really want this. And if you won’t have me, then… I’ll just find someone else.”

“Find someone else?” Sasha replied. She seemed offended at the notion, her maw curdling into a scowl. “Okay, little eagleling. Let’s be transparent, hm? No one else does what I do. No one. I would advise you to remember that.”

“O–okay,” Cody whimpered. His posture drooped. “I’m sorry.”

Sneakily, Roxie then slinked beside Cody, slung their arm over his shoulder. “Hey, buddy,” they cooed, and patted the eagle on the back. “Why don’t you let me do the talking, hm? Seriously.”

On cue, Cody took a step back, hung his head in deference. “Okay. Fine.”

Swathe, Roxie then snaked her way to Sasha’s shoulder. They laid an arm across, running their paw through Sasha’s soft hair, and gave her a dastardly grin.

“Sasha,” Roxie cooed, and lightly massaged Sasha’s shoulder. “You remember when you met me, hm?”

“How could I not?” Sasha replied. A wistful look arose within her gaze. “You came in here, with that horrendous buzz cut…”

“Right! I forgot I had that.”

“...And I nearly turned you away.” Sasha huffed, shuffled her feet. “Until, of course, you told me how badly you wanted to be a woman.”

Roxie then pinched along Sasha’s arm, wrapped her palm around the antelope’s thin wrist. Blood rushed within their chest as they whispered: “And you knew how serious I was, hm? Even if I looked naive, and scared… you trusted me.”

“I did,” Sasha replied, and laughed. “Even if I shouldn’t have, I did.”

Roxie cooed, “Then do me this one favor?” They pointed a limp finger at Cody. “Fix him up. Make him better. He wants it – even more than I did.”

Sasha snickered at the assertion. She then broke away, peddled out a bit, and stood before Cody. Like a doctor examining a patient, she tossed and turned Cody within her grasp, examining each and every inch of him. She stooped down and hugged along his legs, ran her hands along his thighs, even poking at his tummy. Cody withstood the invasion, smiling awkwardly at Roxie, who seemed to enjoy the sight.

“Am I supposed to… ask questions?” Cody asked. “I’m all for being violated, but this isn’t very… sexy.”

Sasha replied, “This isn’t supposed to be sexy, dumbass.” She then ran her palm over his chest, cupped the poor boy’s face between her hands. Intently, she stared into his eyes. Frozen, the eagle could hardly stand to make eye contact; he could feel their corners watering as he shrunk under Sasha’s intense stare.

“Fine,” Sasha chirped. With a skip and a jump, she then let the eagle go and trotted over to her desk. With a pointed thumb, she tipped off the chair behind her. “Go get him in the chair. I’ll do the rest,” she said.

“R–really?” Cody asked. A giddy, fleeting feeling bubbled within his chest. “Are you serious? You’ll… transform me?”

Cody’s naivete was met with an amused scoff. “Yeah,” Sasha replied. Her perfect cat-eye eye shadow wrinkled. “Go on. Sit down. Both of you – this is gonna be a long one.”

And thus, Cody eyed the cushy red chair which befit his body. It laid there beside Sasha’s desk, affixed to the floor by a shiny steel rod. Much to Cody’s surprise, the chair’s soft leather remained supple and new; not even one wrinkle choked its pristine, plastic-y surface.

“This chair is intimidating me,” Cody said.

Roxie rolled their eyes. “What doesn’t intimidate you?” they teased, and patted the red seat. They sat immediately beside, hunched over a little black stool. “Go on and sit, hm? We’re burning daylight. The later we start, the later we’ll be here.”

“R–right,” Cody said. Shakily, they then sat their feathered ass onto the big red chair. “Of course. I shouldn’t be so nervous.”

Sasha then turned back from her desk. With a puzzled expression, she ordered: “It’s okay to strip down now.”

“Strip?” Cody asked. He could feel his package twitching at the mention. “U–uh… I didn’t know it would be that kind of appointment, haha.”

The antelope grinned. She said, “Honey, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before. Go on. Take it all off… can’t transform you otherwise.” A small sigh. “It would be… well… incomplete.”

With a puckered beak, Cody replied: “Alright.” He then slowly stood, hooked his thumbs around his shirt, and began to pull it upward over his head. It glided against the grain of his feathers, ruffling their edges on the way up. He smoothed them down hurriedly.

“Don’t wanna be caught all fluffed up,” Cody said embarrassedly. “It’ll be like the first day of school all over again, haha.”

Sasha rolled her eyes. On a red board – not dissimilar from a cafeteria tray – she meticulously arranged her tools. Two different tattoo needles, one thick and one thin; several sheets of gauze; antibacterial solution; a piercing gun; bandages; bandages; bandages.

“That’s all for me?” Cody asked. With trepidation, he eyed the terrifying equipment. “N–not that I’m chickening out, haha. I just… wow, seeing them all laid out like that is pretty scary.”

Sasha shrugged. She fiddled with the tattoo needle, its thick cord stretching all the way to the wall socket. “To me, this is all a day’s work,” she replied. “But, in your position… well, I understand why you’d be afraid.” A sigh, and then: “Just believe me when I say I’m a professional, alright? Everything here has a use.”

Cody gulped. “And what’s with all the… bandages?”

Sasha simply grimaced and replied, “Is your idiot brain getting fucked by stupid?”

“Wh–what?”

The antelope simply pointed toward the chair. Her eyes remained affixed on the needle. She ordered: “Take your pants off and sit down already.”

“Yes, ma’am.” And, like an automaton, Cody slipped the pants past his thighs, past his ankles, and onto the tiled floor. Embarrassingly, the procedure revealed his Spongebob-patterned boxers; just above his half-mast member was the titular sponge’s smiling face.

Despite her utmost desire to snicker, Sasha resisted the urge. Instead, she allowed Cody to remove his underpants in humiliating silence. With a dejected flop, the thin polyester sagged onto the floor. Cody was nude now.

“Do I just… sit… now?” Cody asked. He hovered his bare ass uncomfortably above the sticky leather. “It feels weird to sit on a chair naked.”

Sasha nodded. Wordlessly, she thus began preparing her workspace – pulling the desk to her side, shooting a loose stare at Cody’s prone body. Absolute silence.

And then: “We’ll begin with your eyes. It’s the hardest part.”

Roxie smacked their lips, clapped their hands. “Ooooh,” they said. “The eyes, huh? That was the last one during my procedure.”

“Well, I’ve switched things around.” Sasha then grasped at a small bottle on the lunch tray – lidocaine. It shiny cap reflected a glint of light back toward Cody’s stare.

Cody said, “I’ve seen that stuff before. Skin numbing cream.” He then asked, “Are you going to numb my… eyelids?”

Gently, Sasha squeezed a dollop onto her fingertip. The bead glistened with fluorescent light. Sasha said, “It’s just a mild anesthetic. It’s all safe, I assure you.”

The eagle asked: “Mild? You got anything… stronger?”

That comment made Sasha chortle. She gently then dapped the cold gel in a thin film across Cody’s eyelids, along the ridges of his brow, down to his beak. She traced it onto the fringes there, onto his cheeks, as if contouring his face, and replied: “If I numbed you completely, you’d miss out on the experience.”

Worriedly, Cody shot a glance at Roxie; the fox, however, seemed quite eager. So Cody relented and said: “O–okay. I guess I’ll trust you. Just try to be gentle, okay?”

“As gentle as a hornet’s sting,” Sasha replied. Deftly, she then glided a wet wipe over her fingers. The motion was oddly phallic. Cody was transfixed. For a moment, Cody imagined himself taking Sasha’s finger in his mouth. He dispelled the thought.

“Now comes the best part,” Sasha announced. She wheeled her surgeon’s table closer, studied the tools atop. Like an artist choosing a brush, she then fingered the smallest tattoo needle, held it to the light. It shone like a blade. Crimson-encrusted jewels inlaid the sides, stretched all the way down to its base.

Sasha explained, “This is a specialized tattoo needle which I made myself.”

“Really?” Cody asked. “Is that… standard?”

“Do I look standard?” Sasha shot back. She readied the needle in her hand, said: “Most people don’t make their own needles. They buy them. But I became… dissatisfied with store-bought needles. They aren’t fine enough.”

Roxie guffawed. They said: “Sasha, you’re a legitimate inspiration for me.”

“I’m just an artist,” Sasha replied. Then, with a coy smile, she relented: “But thank you. Really.”

Cody asked: “Are you sure that needle isn’t gonna pierce my eye or something?”

“This needle pierces far too shallowly,” Sasha admitted. “Consider it a specialized tool for a specialized procedure.” She then selected an ink cartridge from the lower shelf of her table and asked: “I think violet would suit you nicely. Is that alright?”

“Yeah,” Cody replied. “A regal violet, almost. The dark kind.”

“A regal violet for a regal queen,” Sasha echoed. With a click, the ink cartridge slotted into the needle’s receptacle. “Good choice. I chose the same color, myself.” And indeed, Sasha wasn’t lying – that violet coloring was etched onto her eyelids, tapering off around the brow. Permanent smoky eye.

Cody asked, “Will I look like you?”

Sasha replied, “Better, honey. You’ll like like you.”

The sentiment made Cody feel as if he were floating. “Me,” he echoed. “That sounds nice. I–I’m ready, then.”

“Good.” Sasha then raised her needle, holding it like a pencil, and said: “Close your eyes and keep still. I’ll do the rest.” A pause, and then: “Oh, and hold Roxie’s hand. They’ll help keep you grounded.”

And so the procedure finally began. Cody squeezed Roxie’s paw tightly, awaiting the moment the needle would touch his thin skin. Sasha said, “I’ll count down from three. Okay?”

“Okay,” Cody mumbled.

Sasha then counted down: “Three.”

“Two.”

“One.”

Then, a small pinch; another, another, another. Almost like a bee sting, but milder. At an incomprehensible speed, it etched that permanent violet ink into Cody’s flesh. The intimacy of being so lovingly penetrated was not lost on him. He groaned.

“Fuck,” Cody moaned. “It hurts.”

Sasha paused and asked, “Should I stop?”

“Never,” Cody replied. “Keep going. Please. Please, make me a woman.”

Sasha giggled. “So eager,” she teased. “Then I’ll keep going, dear. Just try not to orgasm on my chair, hm? Especially so early.”

And so the gizelle’s treatment continued. She began her tirade along the crease of Cody’s lid, where the brow met his eye’s curve; from there, she worked her way outward, tattooing more sparsely as she reached the edges. Her movements were tiny, finely honed; despite Cody’s pained quivers, her aim never faltered. Arousal burgeoned within Sasha’s chest.

“You’re doing so good for me,” Sasha cooed. The needle’s vibration ran down her arm, into her shoulder. “Even now, your beauty is showing through. Show me how obedient you can be, hm?”

The needle’s tip danced along that fine slip of flesh, never quite penetrating it completely. The feeling was near-intoxicating; that perfect, tolerable amount of pain, not dissimilar to an itch being scratched. With every fiber of his being, Cody resisted the urge to buck his groin forward, to scrunch his eyes in pleasure.

Roxie laughed. “Wow, baby,” they breathed. “You’re certainly having fun.”

“I–I can’t help it,” Cody whined. His thighs squirmed against the leather. “I just… god, I can finally feel myself changing. It’s driving me crazy.”

“Mhm!” Sasha chirped. She lowered the needle near Cody’s eyelashes, began to work along the ridge. “And you’re being such a good girl for me, honey. Does it feel good?”

Cody choked back a gasp. He said: “Y–yes. Please, keep going.”

And, indeed, the needle continued. In steady neat rows, it worked its away from border to border, edge to edge, filling in every little space. The ink seeped into Cody’s flesh like a virus, spilling into him, contaminating him. Every little prick was a reminder of his transformation; an dosage of femininity; permanent inoculation.

“Good girl.” The words made Cody squirm. He could feel his little clit throbbing against his lithe tummy, twitching in time with his racing heart. Little gasps fled from his quivering beak; for just a moment, Sasha lifted the needle.

“That’s one eye done,” she chirped. She then reached for a cloth, began to shine the tip of her tattoo needle. “You doing okay, Cody?”

Cody let loose a chuckle, wiped his forehead. An unexpected amount of sweat had accumulated there, smeared against his quivering knuckles. He sighed, let his hands fall to his thighs, then said: “I–I’m sorry for moaning so much. I didn’t think I’d get off on this, haha.”

Sasha giggled. “Is that a joke?” she asked. “I mean, who wouldn’t get off on becoming who you’ve been destined to become?”

Roxie chirped, “Goddess knows I did.” With a wistful smile, they pointed at Sasha and asked, “You remember how I was when I came in? I was a mess.”

“I think you came twice during your visit,” Sasha reminisced. The needle twirled in her palm. “Came here with that dude Kyle, too, right? You still hanging around with him?”

Roxie nodded. “Yeah, Kyle. He’s still around. In fact, he’s been doing pupplay stuff with Cody recently. He threw a party, actually. Everyone was there.”

Sasha clicked her tongue. “Damn. Sad I missed it, then. Invite me next time?”

“Sure!”

And, with a flourish, Sasha readied her needle once more. “Okay,” she announced. “Cody, are you ready for the other eye? I’m gonna go a little faster this time.”

Cody then nodded, his feathers ruffling slightly. “Of course,” he said. “I’m ready for more. I’m very ready.”

And so the process began once again. Sasha methodically lowered herself over her eager canvas, licking her lips, and landed down with a soft exhale. The antelope’s thick thighs wrapped snugly around Cody’s knee, cradling his soft down. Nestled within a layer of fishnet stockings was Sasha’s slick slit.

Her hand still moving, Sasha asked: “You don’t mind if I sit on your knee, do you? An artist ought to get some pleasure out of her work, after all.”

“I don’t m–mind,” Cody sputtered. The pain radiated from his eye, down into his cheekbones, made his neck twitch. Sasha’s needle moved from his eyelid onto his bony temple, speckling his skin with violet-lavender spots. “Fuck, it feels so good. Keep going.”

The needle plunged again, again, again. With each drop of the thin rod, each tiny deposit of ink, Cody fell further under Sasha’s thrall. His knee began to bounce and shake under the antelope’s weight; Sasha fed into it, grinding steadily on him. Stray grunts fell from her lips.

“Now…” she breathed. “Time for your upper lip… or, erm, beak.” Sasha then pushed her hair backward, allowing it to swish over her shoulders. “Are you ready? It’s just gonna be a little bit of contouring to make your beak… pop. Not in violet, of course.” A click then resounded as the ink cartridge was changed. “It’s going to be a nice, light brown.”

Cody chuckled and replied: “I’m ready, so long as you don’t mean my beak will literally pop.”

“Sadly,” Sasha joked, “lip fillers are not a part of this package.” She then readied her needle and said: “Expect a quick pinch.”

She then moved her needle along Cody’s lower beak, permanently accentuating its contours. Nothing huge, mind you – a dab here, a dab there, mostly concentrated around the middle portion.

Cody’s beak quivered with each little puncture. Desperately, he attempted to keep his mouth shut – to contain every little moan, gasp, and sigh. But inevitably, they spilled out as muffled barks through his nostrils. And all the while, Sasha continued to rub her moist cunt against the boy’s leg.

“Don’t shake,” Sasha ordered. “If you squirm, I might get too horny to focus.”

Roxie rolled their eyes, squeezed Cody’s knuckles. They sniped, “Very professional, Sasha.”

“Like you complained,” Sasha shot back. Her eyes narrowed, shooting a pointed glance toward Roxie. “Last I remember, you were begging for permission to cum during your session. So, I don’t want to hear a peep about professionalism.”

Defeated, Roxie then sunk into their stool, crossed their arms. Blush made their cheeks rosy. They admitted: “Fine. I’ll let the artist work, then.”

Sasha’s needle then came to a halt. She unhooked her legs from Cody’s knee, then lifted herself from her makeshift throne with a mighty huff. A thin spool of translucent lust stretched from her slit, hung onto Cody’s knee, then broke away.

“Alright,” she cooed, and stepped to a nearby vanity table. From within a thin drawer, she revealed a handheld mirror. Her heels clacked steadily along the tile; then, she held the mirror in front of her canvas. For the first time, Cody was greeted with his new face.

“Here we are,” Sasha said. “It’s a little swollen, of course. But… do you like it?”

Cody, predictably, was awestruck. His fingers tentatively poked and prodded at his flesh, gliding first along his neck. From there they arose, like embers, prodding along his own tender, enflamed skin. Violet blush dappled his eyelids; it arose like smoke from his irises, clouding up against his brow ridge, and dissipated messily along his temples. His lips, too, had transformed; they now appeared plumper, rounder, more feminine. Cody’s once-plain beak had been made adorable.

“This can’t be my face,” Cody echoed. Then words rung hollow in his mouth. “I look… I look beautiful. How did you…?”

Sasha giggled, cleaned the needle once more. Dark ink dripped onto a ratty-looking hand towel. She said, “How did I what?”

“This is unreal,” Cody continued. “My beak, it’s… a–and my eyes. Oh my god, my eyes. I look completely different. I look like a woman.” A manic grin then broke out along his beak; even despite the swelling, he had never so fully identified with his own visage before. “You’re a fucking miracle worker. I look completely different!”

Sasha gave a cocky grin. She explained: “It doesn’t take much to shape a face, babygirl. A splotch of ink here, a contour there… it’s not magic. It’s an art. And, more than that, it’s something I take pride in.”

Cody could hardly tear his eyes away. He turned to the left, then to the right; then up, then down. Like Narcissus, he poured over every little moist inch of flesh. “Roxie,” he exclaimed, “do you see this?”

“I do!” Roxie replied. “And I love it on you. It really brings out your eyes and cheekbones and stuff.” They then giggled and added: “Plus, you don’t have to worry about applying makeup ever again. I would say this is a good investment.”

“A good investment doesn’t even begin to cover it,” Cody said. His heart raced, his fingers tingled, as he asked: “What’s next?”

Sasha shook her head at the incorrigible eagle. She said, “What? Don’t you want a break or something? All those facial tattoos must’ve hurt.”

“Hurt?” Cody barked. “No, no. Well, yes – it hurt like hell. But that’s not the point.” Even remembering the sensation, his thighs writhed. Adrenaline made his entire body yearn for the sensation of the needle. “I want more. No, no… I need it. Please.”

The antelope rolled her eyes. Impatiently, she tapped her hoof on the hard floor. She said, “You’re a rare breed, you know that?” A little chuckle. “Most people I meet need breaks every five minutes. But you… you want me to go harder.” She licked her black-stained lips. “It’s exciting. For once, I don’t have to deal with some momma’s boy pussywillow screaming in my ear.”

Cody quipped, “Hopefully you don’t mind my moaning, then.” He then pointed at the ink cartridge gripped between Sasha’s fingers and asked: “What’s that?”

Sasha then flashed a devilish smile, loaded the cartridge into the larger tattoo needle. “Something a little special,” she explained. “I think you’ll really like it.”

“Special?” the eagle asked. In fear, he crossed his legs. “What do you mean?”

Sasha waved her hand, said: “Well, for one, the ink is this beautiful blood red shade. So don’t be alarmed if it looks like you’re bleeding, haha.” She then cleared her throat, tapped the needle’s tip. “Additionally, this serum has a couple special…. side effects.”

“Side effects?” Cody asked. “It’s still sanitary and everything, right? Please don’t tell me I’m going to die.”

Sasha said, “You’re not going to die.” She then cleared her throat, looked away, and explained: “This ink is infused with a powerful aphrodisiac. So as we work on your tattoo, you may feel yourself growing… warmer.” She then pointed at Cody’s half-erect penis and added: “Although, I’m sure you’re fine with that.”

Roxie raised an eyebrow and asked, “How long does the effect last?”

“It varies,” Sasha explained. She then scooted her stool closer, hovered the needle over Cody’s fluffy midsection. “Could last days, maybe weeks. If you’re unlucky, months. But… based on what I’ve heard about you, I don’t think that’ll be a problem.” She met Cody’s gaze and asked: “Will it?”

“Of course not,” Cody replied. Moisture fled his mouth in anticipation, his toes preemptively curled. “So, what design were you thinking for the… um… womb tattoo?”

Sasha traced a soft fingertip along Cody’s abdomen and said: “For someone like you, a simple heart-shaped one would do nicely. It’s a little sensitive down here, but… seeing how well you took to your face being tatted, I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

Roxie nodded. They then tapped Cody’s shoulder and said: “This new tat is gonna make a real splash at Kyle’s next party.”

“Shush!” Cody cried, covering his blushing cheeks. “You’re embarrassing meeeee.”

“I can imagine it now,” Roxie said. They splayed their arms out, as if crafting the scene, and said: “We’re gonna walk in, clad in some new cute clothes – maybe a cute little skirt, a nice top – and everyone’s gonna notice something different about you. But no one is gonna be able to put a finger on it!” A deep breath. “That is, until we rip the clothes off of you. And there, emblazoned on your tummy, is the mark of your womb. God, I can imagine it now…” A wistful sigh. “Oh, and then we all fill you up.”

“Of course,” Cody agreed.

“Of course.”

Sasha then sighed, raised her needle. She said, “Okay, lovebirds. Are you two done being sweet? Because I have a job to do, and I need some focus.”

“Right,” Cody breathed. He then inhaled deeply, tensed himself, and said: “I’m ready. You can begin whenever.”

The antelope’s paw then lowered itself gently onto the waiting eagle’s abdomen, its harsh hum filling the air. Cody nearly jumped as it pierced his flesh for the first time; luckily, he managed to withhold the urge.

“Stay still,” Sasha teased. “I need you to stop breathing so hard.” She then sat herself once more on the boy’s knee, arching her entire body over Cody’s prone frame. “Here,” she whispered. “This should help hold you down, hm?”

Cody asked, “I–is it bad that I’m hard? Should I, um, calm down? I’m sorry.”

The comment spurred Sasha to roll her eyes, throw her head back. She said, “Cody, there is a beautiful woman grinding on your leg… and your first instinct is to apologize.” She shook her head, gave a pithy smile. “Roxie was right. You are a pushover.”

“No, I’m not!” Cody said. He then squinted his eyes and asked: “Wait, Roxie said I was a pushover…?”

Sasha continued: “For once, take accountability for your own pleasure.” She held the needle high, her hips gyrating steadily on Cody’s upraised knee. “Let yourself feel good. Embrace what makes you happiest. And, for the love of god, stop asking if it’s okay.” She met his half-lidded gaze, licked her lips, and asked: “Do you understand?”

“Y–yeah,” Cody responded. “I understand.”

“So, when I make my mark on your womb… are you going to moan for me?” Sasha teased. Her wet cunt dragged slowly across Cody’s thigh. “Or will you cover your mouth?”

Cody replied, “I’ll moan for you. I’ll do anything.”

“Good.” Sasha then jostled her hair, pushed it back. “From now on, you will refer to me only as ‘mistress.’ Is that clear?”

“Of course,” Cody replied.

Sasha said: “Of course… what?”

“Of course, mistress.”

“Good,” Sasha chirped. “Of course, you must understand that… well, an artist should have a little fun, too.” She huffed, adjusted herself. “The safeword is ‘Scarlet,’ by the way. But I genuinely don’t think you’ll need it.”

Breath stuck in Cody’s throat. Rising above the poor boy like a colossus, silhouetted by the window’s golden light, Sasha took a throne upon his knee. She then bent over him, needle in-paw, as it hummed to life once more. The buzz heralded Cody’s submission. Afternoon sunlight coalesced around Sasha’s horns; for a moment, a perfect halo surrounded her pitch-black hair.

The needle touched down with a soft buzz. Along that soft layer of skin, piercing beyond Cody’s feathers, it plunged into a thin layer of fat – down, down the needle went. Again, again, again, in the span of only a few seconds. Cody grunted. It hurt.

“Fuck,” Cody moaned. “Fuck, fuck. Fuck. I… mmmph…”

Sasha licked her lips in anticipation. She asked, “Yeah? Oh, does my love hurt you? Are you that pathetic?”

One curve, then another. Sasha’s steady wrist trached along Cody’s pelvis, pitting it, cohesively stenciling along its width. At Cody’s center, a heart slowly took form; from it, like tree branches, stretched tendrils upon tendrils. They reached outward from the middle, constricting around Cody’s pelvis, reaching up to the base of his tummy. Hundreds of tiny stabs. Penetration after penetration. Cody felt positively ecstatic.

“You may have noticed,” Sasha continued, “that I didn’t ask you for a design.” Her eyes were wide, her tongue flailing manically behind her sharp teeth. “That’s because I’m deciding the shape of your womb for myself. And while I understand that may be a bit selfish…” She paused. “Well, you’ll have to trust your mistress, hm?”

“Of course, mistress,” Cody echoed. His arms shook, his knuckles white against the chair’s arms. “Thank you, mistress. Thank you.”

Sasha giggled at the boy’s desperation. She said: “Why are you thanking me? Be specific.”

Cody gulped and continued: “Th–thank you so much for… for making me.”

“Making you what?”

A pang of pain ran down Cody’s leg. Spreading from his core, it leaked throughout his limbs. “Thank you m–mistress… for making me a woman. Thank you.” Tears welled at the corners of his eyes. “Thank you, mistress. Thank you. F–fuck… take my womb as yours. Make it as you’d like.”

“As I’d like?” Sasha asked. Her expression was warm, caring. “Awww… what does that mean, hm? You want me to make you in my image?”

That halo shone around her head again. Momentarily, she lifted the needle. Like a knife, it hovered above Cody’s soft underbelly, threatening to drop at any moment. “You want to be like me?” Sasha asked. “Do you really want to be like me?”

“Yes,” Cody replied. Desperation hung on his breathy voice. “I want to be beautiful. I want everyone to see me as I see myself.”

The needle buzzed again against Cody’s skin. Sasha said, “Well, you already have the curves for it.” She laughed, but her hand remained steady. “Even as you walked in, I thought to myself about how… feminine… your hips were.”

Despite the pain, Cody managed to crack an embarrassed grin. “Really?” he asked. “Are you serious?”

“Mhm,” Sasha hummed. Her demeanor became contemplative. “I recognized right away that you were a beautiful canvas. And with such good materials to work with… well, I couldn’t turn you away.” The needle made its way up toward Cody’s belly button, then down again.

Cody didn’t dare look until the work was done. Instead, his gaze remained fixated on the antelope’s striking face: her prominent cheekbones, her perfect mascara. Those big, plump, black lips. Cody was smitten.

“Will I ever look like you?” Cody asked. “Is there a chance?”

Sasha, of course, rolled her eyes at the boy’s naivete. She said, “Believe it or not, Cody… I used to be just like you.” She looked away, puckered her lips wistfully at the memory. “But that time is long gone. I’ve lived as a girl for seven years… ever since I underwent the same procedure you’re going through right now.”

The thought made Cody grin. Despite the shooting pain upon his womb, the plunge of the needle, a burst of happiness found its way through his chest. He said, “I didn’t know you were… like me.”

“Of course I’m like you.” Sasha’s free hand slowly grazed over the surface of Cody’s stiff cock, spurring it to throb and dance along his tummy. “If I weren’t like you… well, I wouldn’t know how to treat a girl when I see one.”

The shooting pains were worse now. Sasha retreaded the same areas again and again, thickening the lines. Intricate vines constricted his reddened belly, inflaming his loins, those pheromones making his face hot. With each shift of Sasha’s hand, she traced along his clit. So badly, Cody yearned to hump into her palm, to stop the procedure and fuck her there; but he didn’t.

Sasha said to Roxie: “He’s being so good for me. Is this really his first procedure?”

All this time, Roxie had been watching in awe; they had never witnessed such a competent dominatrix as Sasha. Near-wordless, staring at her round ass, they blathered: “Yeah, Cody hasn’t done anything like this before, haha. B–but I’m really glad he’s doing it now. I’ve been talking to him about it for months.”

“Months?” Sasha asked. She pushed forward, past Cody’s pained, lustful groans. Her pelvis rocked forward and backward on the boy’s knee as she asked: “Tell me, little one… have you thought of a name for yourself yet?”

Through tears, Cody sputtered: “I–I don’t know. Maybe.”

“Maybe?” Sasha asked. She pressed harder. “Oh, you tiny thing… you don’t have to hide anything from me.”

“I’m – hnng – embarrassed.” An anxious chuckle, tinged with pain. “I don’t know if I should tell you.”

Sasha grinned. Her canines poked from beneath her lips as she ordered, “Tell me. Now.”

Struck by Sasha’s ferocity, the eagle’s defenses began to crumble. His tail feathers twitched under his ass, his eyes fixated on Sasha’s piercing irises, as he admitted: “I was thinking, um… Chloe.”

The name made Sasha’s ears perk, folding along her antlers. She chirped: “Jolyne, huh?”

“Yeah,” Cody replied. “Chloe. Is that… bad?”

Sasha said, “Not at all.” Tenderness suddenly rested along her maw; in a sense, it was disconcerting seeing such a bloodthirsty animal show genuine kindness. “The name is beautiful. Truly beautiful… just like you, dear.”

More swerves of a needle, more blood-red ink. Cody’s head felt like it was being compressed, stuffed with cotton. His arms began to twitch, his chest heaving, as if his skeleton was breaking out from his skin. The sensation was terrifying, albeit pleasurable.

“Fuck, mistress. I feel so warm,” he breathed. His little cock tensed uncontrollably against his pelvis, leaking a thin spindle of lust against himself. “I–I’m sorry for making a mess. I’m so sorry. I don’t think I can control it anymore.”

Sasha, however, was nonplussed. She brushed away the viscous liquid, then continued her work normally. She said, “That aphrodisiac is really kicking in, huh?”

“Yeah, haha.”

The antelope inhaled deeply – briefly, she caught a whiff of that sour musky lust which leaked from the eagle’s member. The aroma made her loins stir – desperately, she yearned to throw down the needle and ride him. Alas, there remained the plight of a professional – she could not engage in pleasure without performing business first.

Sasha bit her lip, her pussy drooling eagerly onto Cody’s leg. Through gritted teeth, she said: “From now on, you will not respond to the name ‘Cody.’ You will only respond to the name ‘Chloe.’ Understood?”

“Yes, mistress.”

“And secondly,” Sasha continued, “you will never be referred to as a ‘he’ again. From now on, you will always be referred to as a girl. Understood?”

“Yes, mistress.” Chloe grimaced, her sweaty arms tensing against the leather. “Thank you, mistress. Thank you so much. Thank you, thank you.”

“Of course.” Sasha then let loose a huff, finally giving the needle a break. It dropped against her tray with a clatter. She then grabbed a rag, patted her head with it, and turned it to Jolyne; with the same precision and tenderness as with a needle, she patted the girl’s forehead. She then asked: “So, Chloe… are you doing alright?”

Chloe, of course, savored hearing that name out loud at long last. Chloe, Joylene, Joylene. It dissolved on her tongue like a sugar cube. The sound tickled her throat in just the right way, her breath blooming from her lungs like a budding hibiscus, and she said: “I’m doing great. Achey, and in pain, but great. Haha.”

Sasha chortled: “That’s to be expected.” She then fetched a mirror from beside her, handed it to Chloe. “Now… let’s see your new womb tattoo,” she said.

And, as gently as she could, Chloe then took the mirror in her hand, aimed it low. What awaited her there was beyond her wildest dreams – a blood-red heart in the middle of her abdomen, becoming darker as it stretched outward. Lines spurted from its sides and formed an intricate cardiac pattern, as beckoning the viewer forth. With every pulse of her stomach, every twitch, the tattoo’s color shifted – almost as if ichor flowed through it, like veins.

Chloe choked back a gasp, said: “It’s beautiful.” She paused, ran her fingertips along its contours, and added: “Like, really beautiful. It’s what I’ve always wanted. Thank you.”

“It’s my job,” Sasha replied. She, too, laid a finger along it, traced the pattern to its heart. Light seemed to follow her finger along, nestling within the pattern’s center, then dispelled. “Think of this tattoo like… a living being. From now on, you’ll be working together.” She shot a serious glance at Chloe and explained: “You may find yourself feeling and acting differently now. Just know that it’s nothing to be concerned about.”

“O–of course,” Chloe stammered. She could already feel primal vigor flowing outward from her core, It flowed through her arteries and permeated every inch of her, filling her arms, her neck, her head. It flowed down into her legs and made her toes curl. The sensation was terrifyingly pleasurable.

Chloe asked, “What now?”

“Well,” Sasha relented, “all the tattoos are done now. So I can put this down…” And down the needle went. It landed on the tray with a metallic clink.

“Oh,” Chloe whined. “I was kind of hoping for more, haha.”

“But… now we can get started with the piercings.”

“Oh!” Chloe chirped. “Piercings. Okay! Sure. Where were you thinking?”

Wordlessly, Sasha then studied Chloe’s frame, craned herself backward for a better look. She licked her lips, licked her teeth, and stared at the prone eagle like a predator hunting a meal. She then said: “I have a few ideas.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Sasha then reached for Chloe’s ears and said: “I’d like to start here, of course. Both ears – that way we can accessorize. I’m thinking some tiny little rhinestones to begin, but we can also try out some hoops…” She then ran her finger down the girl’s neck, all the way to her breasts, and added: “And nipple piercings, obviously. They’re very in right now. I’m thinking a couple simple metal rods to start.”

Chloe was taken aback by Sasha’s suggestions. She asked: “Did you just… pick all that out? Just now?”

“Yep,” Sasha replied. With a cocky smile, she explained: “When I look at a prime canvas like you… well, I can’t help but come up with a few ideas.” She then reached aside, revealed a bulky piercing gun, and asked: “We’ll begin with ears first?”

Chloe nodded. “Sure,” she said. She then turned to Roxie and asked: “Will you be able to watch, honey? You aren’t squeamish, are you?”

Roxie replied: “No, of course not.” They briefly touched their own ear piercings, said: “Sasha is the best. She’s done all my piercings.”

“Mhm.” Chloe then nodded, frowned, and asked: “I notice you’ve been a little quiet. Are you okay? I know seeing this is a lot to see.”

“Okay?” Roxie shot back. “Cody – I mean, Chloe – I’m obsessed with Sasha’s work.” A wistful grin, an embarrassed giggle. “Honestly, I’m just glad to see you so well taken care of. And I’m a total voyeur, so I’m totally getting off on this.”

Chloe chuckled. “Really?”

“Yep,” Roxie said. “This will give me shower nozzle masturbation material for a month.”

Sasha huffed playfully. “You two are adorable,” she said, and hovered awkwardly over Chloe’s limp body. “Now, plaything… are you ready? We don’t have all day, and we have a lot of work to do.”

As if standing at attention, Chloe’s little neck perked up. “Of course, mistress,” she replied. Her beak quivered. “Whatever you’d like. Anything.”

“Anything?” Sasha asked. Her black lipstick glinted. “Do you mean that?”

Chloe said: “Of course I do.”

“Then trust me,” Sasha whispered. Slowly, she then raised herself from Chloe’s knee; a small, moist imprint remained from where she sat. Sasha then straddled Chloe’s lap, standing herself above Chloe’s aching cock. The poor girl’s heart raced; light flickered along her womb tattoo, her cock quivering with manic desire.

“W–wait,” Chloe whimpered. “Should I put on a condom or something?”

Sasha simply rolled her eyes. “No,” she replied. “I have no use for them.”

And slowly, deliberately, Sasha then lowered herself onto Chloe’s groin. She arched her pelvis forward, aligning the girl with her entrance, until Chloe was finally able to slip inside; the sensation was overwhelming.

“Fuck!” Chloe cried. The feeling made her whimper; every little twitch of Sasha’s pussy was near-orgasmic, every hump sending a cry past Chloe’s lips. Her cock had never felt so engorged, so enflamed; every moment it slipped from Sasha’s warmth was a moment of near-panic. The tattoo pulsed; Chloe’s urge to breed drove her mad.

“Just remember…” Sasha whispered. The urge to moan made her lust-laden voice quiver. “Try not to cum before I’ve done my job, hm? It’d be troublesome to feel you squirm at the wrong moment.”

Chloe nodded, a pathetic groan gurgling from her throat. She said, “Okay. Okay, I can do that.”

“Can you?” Sasha asked. “No offense, morsel, but you are a little bit pathetic.”

Chloe shot back: “Could a pathetic woman withstand two eyelid tattoos without whining about it?”

For just a moment, Sasha was knocked off of her dominant pedestal. She batted her perfectly contoured eyes and said: “Yeah. You know what? Good point.” She then bent forth, positioned herself over Chloe’s right ear; her abdominals squeezed Chloe’s cock. She then said: “Are you ready, sweet thing? I’ll do a countdown.”

A tingly feeling arose in Chloe’s chest as she awaited that stab; her toes curled in anticipation, her breathing heavy, her neck wrenched awkwardly to the left. Breathily, she replied: “I’d like a countdown, yeah.”

“Down from three?”

“From three, yeah.”

Sasha nodded. “Okay, dear. Now hold still – I don’t want to redo this.” She hummed, began counting down. “Three,” she said. Chloe’s length bobbed against Sasha’s insides.

“Two.” Roxie’s teeth clenched; sneakily, they readied their phone camera. Kyle was going to love this.

“One.” And, like lightning, that sudden burst of pain struck Chloe’’s body. That stab – that delicious, deep bloody stab – pounded her earlobe, rushed down her throat. Instinctively, her knuckles bore down on the chair’s red leather exterior, her nails sinking deeply within. Chloe tensed up in her entirety; her toes curled, her pelvis thrusted deeply inside Sasha’s slit. It took all of Sasha’s will to keep still.

“Good girl.” Sasha cooed; and the needle retracted. Deftly, Sasha then gathered a dearth of gauze and patted Chloe’s piercing. Blood flowed slowly from the wound, seeping into the pure white fabric.

“Fuck,” Chloe breathed. Her heart raced, her cock throbbing needily against Sasha’s warm insides. “Fuck. Fuck…”

Taking notice of Chloe’s exhaustion, Sasha asked: “Oh honey. Are you okay? Do you want some water?” She grinded slowly along Chloe’s length, allowing the poor eagle the bare minimum stimulation. Then, she stuck a simple studded earring in the newly formed wound. “Do you need me to stop?”

Chloe, however, was on cloud nine. “Don’t stop,” Chloe growled. Like a wounded animal, she held the gauze against her ear, let hot breath pass by her clenched teeth. “Don’t ever stop.”

“Yeah?” Sasha asked. She rose an eyebrow, pleasantly surprised at the avian’s resilience. She then gyrated herself on Chloe’s crotch, pushing the girl deep, deeper inside. “You want more?”

Sasha moaned; Chloe had sunken up to her hilt now. The base of her cock rubbed gently against Sasha’s engorged clit. Once more, Sasha was forced to hide her overwhelming lust. It wouldn’t do for a domme to be so desperate, after all.

Chloe, from her position on the bottom, could hardly move. Adrenaline coursed through her veins and empowered every movement; she’d never felt such a peculiar milieu of pleasure and pain before. It was intoxicating.

“You’re so fucking wet,” Chloe whimpered. Another whine fell from her throat. Her fingers grasped wildly along the notches of Sasha’s spine. “Fuck, I can barely move. I–I want to cum inside. Can I cum inside, mistress? Please?”

The eagle then stared upward with awestruck eyes, a beak left aghast. As if she were a supplicant offering herself to a goddess, so Chloe offered her new self to Sasha. The sight was positively titillating; it made Sasha’s head swim. This newfound power nearly made Sasha swoon.

“Not yet,” Sasha answered. Her voice was low, smooth. “You’re not allowed to cum until I finish my job, hm? I don’t want this to end too early.” She then traced a fingertip down Chloe’s chest, added: “I want to feel you writhe under me… I want to push you until you can’t take it anymore.”

Chloe thus settled, placed her hands comfortably around Sasha’s hips. “Yes, mistress,” she cooed. “Of course, mistress.”

And, just as before, Sasha then readied her piercing gun. A tiny click heralded the pain to come; Sasha once more bent over Chloe’s body, rested her elbow lightly against Chloe’s clavicle. The eagle’s glans rested snugly against Sasha’s entrance; deep down, Chloe yearned to thrust herself inside. She contained the impulse.

“You ready? No countdown this time,” Sasha said.

Chloe replied: “I’m ready.” And, without a second more, another spark of lightning struck her body. Sasha punctured her flesh with cold precision; in, then out. Chloe couldn’t help but yelp in pain. Once done, the antelope performed the same routine as before: gauze, and a stud earring. Tears beaded at the edges of Chloe’s eyes.

“This doesn’t hurt nearly as bad as the tattoos,” Chloe said. Her voice was cordial, despite her pained expression. “But fuck, it stings. I really like it, haha.”

Sasha responded: “I should hope so.” And with a huff, she sat back on Chloe’s cock; again, the eagle’s member fit snugly against Sasha’s needy, gummy insides. She then readied the piercing gun above Jolyne’s chest – and as the eagle stared downward at herself, she was met with a surprise.

“M–my chest,” Chloe breathed, her jaw agape. “I must be going insane. It looks different, doesn’t it?”

And indeed, it did. Chloe had entered the tattoo parlor with a flat chest; but now, perky breast buds poked from beneath her flesh. Those small breasts jiggled now with every adjustment of her body; her areolas had grown larger, smoother. The sight made her positively ecstatic.

“H–how did you do this?” Chloe stuttered. “What the fuck? What the fuck?!”

Sasha, of course, replied with a furtive chuckle. She replied: “Honey, it’s the womb tattoo. I told you it’d have some effects on you.”

Breathless, Chloe replied: “So I have breasts now? And they’re… permanent?” In disbelief, she poked at her own skin, watching as the flesh and fat shifted around her fingers. “I can’t believe it. I literally cannot believe it. I – I’ve always wanted a chest like this.”

With a quick thwap, Sasha cleared the area of Chloe’s grabbing paws. “I know, I know,” she said. “But listen to me – you’ll have plenty of time to explore your body when this is all done. Believe me.” The gun glistened with afternoon light. “But for now, we need to get piercing. You do want to get off, don’t you?”

“I do.” Chloe shook her head, once more gripped the chair, and asked: “Um, I’m guessing I’m more sensitive now, right? So will this… hurt?”

Sasha rolled her eyes. “Of course it will. And you’ll enjoy it.” She then got herself into position, ordered: “Now calm down, huh? I’m going to do both of these in succession, a metal bar through each.”

Chloe gulped, replied: “Okay. Okay, mistress. I’m sorry.”

The antelope then pinched Chloe’s left breast, pulling her areola outward in preparation. It stretched outward like a tiny circus tent; the piercing gun fitted snugly around, that cold plastic making Chloe’s skin perk. Anticipation made her lungs tingle.

“Three… two… one.”

Chloe held her breath. For a brief moment, she floated there in suspense; Sasha bit her lip, positioned the machine just right. And down came the needle – a thick one – deep into Chloe’s dermis. It retracted with a tiny trickle of blood; hastily, Sasha then stuck the metal rod through the wound. The demonstration was terribly phallic.

And, as if being penetrated, Chloe gasped and writhed. She had never felt so aroused by such pain before; as if her brain had confused suffering and pleasure, she writhed against Sasha’s warm pussy, thrust inside with every throb of her racing heart. Like a beast in heat, she grasped wildly at Sasha’s hips, grinded against her warmth.

Sasha was caught off-guard; she held her blood-stained palms against Chloe’s chest, steadying herself against the onslaught of belabored moans. Stunned, she watched as the eagle’s newfound breasts swayed in time with her eager hips.

“Hold on now,” Sasha cooed. And with a single finger, she pinned her pet to the chair; reluctantly, Chloe obeyed. Sasha then said: “We still have one more piercing to go.” A click of the piercing gun, and then: “And once we get it done… you can cum all you’d like.”

“Yes, mistress,” Chloe repeated. Overstimulation rotted her addled brain, causing her slip in and out of a dream-like haze. Her head bobbed like a buoy upon the waves, her jaw blabbering sycophantic nothings: “Yes, mistress. Yes, mistress. Yes, mistress.”

Chloe didn’t care to glance down anymore – she let the pain wash over her, submerge her spinal cord. The slight pinch of Sasha’s fingers was followed by that familiar, delicious sting – it shot through her chest like an electric charge, curled her toes. Her balls churned.

“That’s it,” Sasha cooed. She affixed the bar through Chloe’s freshly pierced nipple, her fingertips stained crimson. “That’s it, baby. You did so well for me.”

Chloe, however, could hardly hear her. She could hardly think at all. Every sensation suddenly felt vivid, urgent, terrifying. Sasha rode her now, grinding those plump thighs against her sides, her hands planted on the chair’s arms. Blood trickled down Chloe’s chest. It hurt. It hurt so good.

“Mistress!” Chloe cried. Pleasure coalesced in her tummy, made her appendages shake. Her voice was a shrill cry as she begged for her mistress’s touch. Pleasure mounted between her legs. “Mistress, mistress… fuck, mistress, I’m gonna–”

Chloe’s entire body tensed; her stomach clenched, and she thrust herself as deeply inside Sasha as she could. As she came, she was met with the heated stare of a predator. The antelope sat triumphantly above, that condescension palpably flowing from her downturned gaze. Chloe moaned.

“Fuck…” Chloe’s humping thus transitioned into frustrated twitches, emptying the last of her seed inside her mistress. She could feel Sasha’s cunt massaging every little bit outward, the smallest bit of cum leaking onto Chloe’s pelvis. The sight took her breath away; for once, she felt that she’d had real sex. As the woman she wanted to be.

Wordlessly, Sasha then dismounted the poor girl, wiped herself off with a towel. She then reached over to Chloe and did the same for her – wiping the last droplets of lust from her quivering shaft. It was quite romantic.

“A–are we done?” Chloe asked. Thoroughly worn from the day’s activities, she could hardly speak. “Am I… done? Am I a girl now?”

Sasha replied, “Nearly. Just relax, dear.” She then kneeled above Chloe’s prone body, nursing that piercing gun for one final time. “Just close your eyes. Focus on the sensation, okay? Trust me.”

“Of course,” Chloe echoed. Her voice was dreamy, low. She didn’t move a muscle as Sasha then firmly gripped her penis. “I trust you, mistress. I trust you.”

After waiting a moment for Joylene to go soft, Sasha prepared her final procedure. Chloe, of course, didn’t know what to expect. She heard the jingling of metal. It sounded like a keychain. Sasha’s fingers were cold against her cock.

Sasha asked, “Are you ready?”

“Of course,” Chloe replied. “I’m ready.”

What occurred next sent Chloe into a manic tizzy – the piercing gun wrapped itself around the tip of Chloe’s cock, squeezed her tight. And abruptly, like a gunshot, the piercing gun shot out its needle, plunged through the girl’s glans, and retracted. Chloe jerked forward in pain – her head shot up, her arms darting reflexively toward her pelvic region. But the deed was already done.

“Ow!” Chloe cried. Tears welled in her eyes, she bit the inside of her lip. “Fuck! Fuck, ow!”

Sasha, however, soothed the girl. She ran a soft palm along Chloe’s tummy, along her arms, and said: “It’s okay, baby. The worst part is over now.”

Then, that clinking sound rang out again – Chloe didn’t even look down. She just hung her head backward, savoring that terrible aching pain. Undoubtedly, she’d just been given a prince albert; not only that, but she’d gotten it blind. The eroticism of such an act was not lost on her.

“Look,” Sasha commanded. The words broke Chloe from her stupor. “It’s all done.”

And, alas, Chloe followed the order. And there, mounted upon her penis, was a tight metal cage – fastened, of course, by the piercing on her glans. The cage harbored a faint pinkish metallic sheen, jingling with each shift of Chloe’s thighs. The eagle gasped.

“My…” Chloe gulped. “Oh my god…”

Grinning like an idiot, Sasha then grasped Chloe’s arm, raised her to her feet. Like a newborn doe, Chloe could hardly stand. The emotional exhaustion of such pain had left Chloe shaky, uncoordinated. Sasha then led her to a full-length mirror; the entire way, Chloe stared at her crotch. The sight of a chastity cage filled her with existential delight. It was what she’d always wanted.

And, upon reaching her stop, Chloe was met with another shock – the sight of her own pristine figure in the mirror. She had entered the parlor a man; now, she emerged a woman. Plump feathered breasts burgeoned from her chest, her curves accentuated, her cheeks contoured, every part of her accessorized. Glamorous stones studded her ears, those metal bars pierced her round nipples; her newfound cage was cold against her skin and swayed in time with her fat hips. Dark eyeshadow permanently adorned her eyelids, giving them a winged appearance; from head to toe, Chloe had achieved what she’d dreamed of.

The sight made her sob. “I’m beautiful,” Chloe echoed. Her palms cradled her mouth, hot tears streaming from her eyes. She sputtered: “I’m fucking b–beautiful. Oh my god. Sasha… thank you.”

“I’m not done yet,” Sasha chirped. From behind her, as if affixing a crown upon a queen’s head, the antelope then placed a bob-cut black wig on Chloe. And, deftly, the wig began to shrink and contort. It fitted nicely along every bump and groove of the eagle’s skull, aligning itself permanently there, brushing suddenly along Chloe’s shoulders. By the time it had finished, it looked as if Chloe had just emerged from a salon. Curiously, Chloe toyed with the wig; it felt as smooth, as natural, as real hair.

“There,” Sasha said. With a hand on Chloe’s arm, she said: “Now you’re done. Completely.”

Roxie, of course, watched on in awe. Clearly infected by secondhand euphoria, she cried: “Chloe, you’re fucking smoking! Oh my god, I can’t believe it… How do you feel?”

And, through muffled laughter, through blushing cheeks and a choked throat, Chloe replied: “I feel like I’m finally home.” An unexpected sob. The dreamy red wallpaper melted into her silhouette, running down the walls, piling onto the floor as the dreamscape collapsed. “I’m finally me. I look so… I look so cute.”

“You are,” Sasha cooed. Her breath warmed Chloe’s ear. The sound of an alarm sounded in the distance. “You’re beautiful.”

“Am I?” Chloe asked. “Am I really?”

The alarm grew louder. The room shook. Sasha, however, didn’t budge. She planted a soft kiss on Chloe’s neck. Her black lipstick left a warm imprint there. Her hands caressed the small of Chloe’s back as she said: “You are. You’re beautiful, Chloe. You always have been.”

Crying, Chloe choked: “I hope I can come here again. Will I come here again?”

“I’m sure you will, honey.” She then sighed, said: “But for now… you need to go. I’m sorry.”

And Cody woke up.