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Apollo’s Fortune

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Written by: MisstressChange

Tony strode across the parking lot from his car, the multi-colored light of the ‘Moonlight’s Fortune’ casting his silhouetted shadow behind him. This was far from his first time at this casino. In fact, he’d become something of a regular at the establishment. He just hoped tonight would be one of those nights he had the same fortune as the place’s name suggested. Of course, winning a big pot of money would be the icing on the cake as far as he was concerned. He just wanted to do one thing and one thing only. Blow off some steam.

Tony had been slaving away at his computer for so long and for so many days. Working at a big game development company wasn’t the most relaxing, especially during crunch times. He’d worked somewhere between eighty to a hundred hours for the past few weeks, and while the hours were good for his bank account, they nearly broke his mind.

But that was all behind him, at least for now. With his studio’s latest game recently released, he finally managed to nab some time off, five days, to be precise. Not much, but just enough to recharge and prepare for the next upcoming project. Tony could think of nothing better to begin his short ‘staycation’ than cutting loose at his favorite place in town.

The ‘Moonlight’s fortune.’

The edges of Tony’s silhouette sharpened as he drew closer to those blinking neon lights decorating the marquee. The entrance grew nearer, and so did the burly doorman watching the entrance, asking for IDs and checking for concealed liquor bottles. Finn was his name. Finn spotted Tony before Tony even stepped off the asphalt. Finn brushed his oversized hand through his short, blonde hair.

“Hey! Tony!” He greeted, quickly waving a middle-aged couple through with a short gesture, barely looking them over. “How’s it going? It’s been a while.”

Tony smirked as he stepped through the automatic sliding doors. The closer Tony got to Finn, the more apparent their height difference became, Tony, being on the shorter end by at least a foot. There was a reason Finn worked as a bouncer.

“Hey, Finn,” Tony replied, slipping a hand from his pocket to clasp Finn’s, the two embracing in a quick, casual hug. “I’m doing alright. Work’s been hectic, but it’s settling down now. Got some extra money to burn, so, ya know, spending the night here making bad decisions.”

Finn chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest. “Hey, well, you’re talking to the king of bad decisions.”

It was Tony’s turn to chuckle. “What have you been up to recently?” Tony asked. Finn gazed around the place for a moment before responding.

“Not much. Just working the door as usual. Can’t complain. It’s been pretty chill lately, plus I got the numbers from a few honeys, so that’s a bonus.”

“Nice,” Tony replied, shoving his hands back in his pockets. “You ever talk to April?” Finn looked off in thought for a moment.

“Eh, sometimes, I guess.”

“She ever talk about me at all, or?”

“Not really. Although she’s never been into the clientele much, as far as I can tell.”

Tony let out a pessimistic grunt. “Yeah, I figured as much. Whatever, she treats me better than the rest of the waitresses in there, so…” Finn looked away from Tony to another customer, waving them through.

“She’s definitely good at making people feel special; she coils around them like a snake and squeezes them for tips with her charm. Honestly, she probably makes the best tips in the place.” He raised an eyebrow at Tony. “You haven’t been spending half your winnings on her, have you?” Tony scratched behind his short, black hair, looking a little guilty.

“Maybe I’ve…tipped her a bit more than the others.” He admitted, averting his eyes, an embarrassed smirk stretching across his face.

“Ah! She got you!” Finn heckled. “Those tips should be going to better use, bro. Like, to me, for example.” He grinned at Tony briefly but cut it short when he noticed a younger-looking lady heading inside. He reached out and blocked her with his muscular arm. “ID?” He asked, his tone dropping all joviality, returning to the same professional monotone he used when dealing with guests.

“Oh,” the girl blurted out. “Yeah, one sec.” She began fishing through her purse. Tony watched the two, figuring this was as good a time as any to begin his night. The way Finn gazed at the girl as she rummaged through her bag signaled the guy might be interested in something more than an ID.

“I’ll leave you to it.” Tony conceded. “Have a good shift, man. I’ll talk to you later on my way out.” He slipped around the two and headed into the casino.

“Cya, man. Nice chatting!” Finn answered from over his shoulder. Tony gave him a quick wave and pressed onward into the cacophony of sound and color that was the casino floor. He looked around, taking in the overstimulating sights. Head pounding, bassy music pushed in from the casino’s club section. Tony always liked gambling closer to that area. The music made the experience livelier. It kept him going through the night.

He quickly stopped to grab some chips, then looked for a table with a slightly more sociable attitude that didn’t stray far from the music. His eyes inevitably wandered to his favorite game. Craps…

Tony sauntered up to a table and found a free spot to stand. A decent group was gathered around, some of whom Tony recognized. When the current game ended, he stepped up to the table and placed his chips down, ready to begin. He barely had time to make his first bet before April’s all too familiar voice made her presence behind him known.

“Hey, Tony. Haven’t seen you in a while.” She greeted. Tony turned to see her holding a tray full of drinks in one hand, dressed in her black uniform cocktail dress.

“Oh, you haven’t, huh?” Tony asked, a little red in the face. He paused to clear his throat. “Yeah, I guess I’ve been pretty busy recently, er, for a while now. You know how my work is; it’s hard to find time to hang out here.” April stepped a little closer to him, the corner of her mouth scrunching up into a slight smirk.

“I’m not sure I do. You ever mentioned what you do, Tony.” She said with a hint of playfulness. Tony shuffled in place, his eyes nervously avoiding hers.

“Oh, uh, yeah. I guess that never came up before.”

April’s smirk became something closer to a charming smile, and she lightly tapped her finger on his nose. “Then you’ll just have to tell me later.” She quipped. “Can I get you your usual in the meantime?”

Tony tried his best to keep his face from turning as red as a tomato. “Uh, yeah!” He replied, attempting to keep his cool. “That would be great, April.”

“One ‘Duval Special’ coming up, hun.” She said, turning away as she walked off. Tony watched her go, studying how her black dress hugged all her curves but took care not to stare too long. Eventually, she came back with his drink. Tony tipped her, and the rich brown brunette walked off to distribute the rest. With his concoction of rum and Coke, grenadine, and triple sec in hand, Tony turned his attention to the game; a new shooter was about to toss the dice. God, how he’d missed this.

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“Don’t fool yourself, Tony. She just pretends to like you.” Said the man across the table. Tony knew the tipsy middle-aged man from his frequent visits to the casino. He also knew that this man had a habit of getting drunk and running his mouth to anyone who would listen. “She does it for the tips!”

“Thanks, Cade. I’m well aware.” Tony half-heartedly replied. “Finn gave me the up and up earlier.” Another of Tony’s acquired acquaintances, Jason, spoke up just next to him.

“Hah, can’t blame you for liking her, Tony. She’s smoking hot. If anything, I’d say you’re a victim of your own fine taste in women.”

“Meh,” Tony grunted. “What can I say? I’ve got a weakness for gorgeous ladies that bring me drinks.”

Cade chuckled. “Don’t we all,” he quipped before sipping his beer. Tony shuffled uncomfortably in place. Cade’s long, thirsty sip reminded Tony that his bladder was a little overstretched. He looked over at the bathroom door by the club area’s bar, then leaned into Jason.

“Hey, man. Can you watch my chips for a few minutes? I gotta take a leak.”

“Sure, man. I gotcha.” Jason replied. Tony stepped back from the table and moved across the casino floor with a hurried pace. The light of the place darkened as he entered the club section. The blinking lights adorning the various machines were replaced by the flashing lights of the dance floor and the bumping of lively music.

Tony’s eyes passed over a blonde-haired man in jeans and a polo shirt nursing a gin and tonic at the end of the bar. The two exchanged brief glances as Tony passed behind the man and slipped into the washroom to finally relieve himself.

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Apollo casually padded across the parking lot toward the casino’s entrance. He looked up at the bright ‘Moonlight’s Fortune’ sign fastened to the building’s front-facing side and smirked. “Perfect grounds for some fun…” He thought to himself. The two girls he’d met a few minutes ago in the parking lot followed close behind him, giggling as they teased one another with flirtatious touches of their hands. Or, rather, paws…

Before running into Apollo, while gathering their things from their car, the two girls had been a straight couple, one man and one woman. They’d also been human. But now, the woman was a voluptuous skunk, swinging her wide hips as her magnificent, fluffy tail nearly pulled up her cocktail dress. The man was now a sporty Lynx, her speckled, walnut brown fur partially concealed by thigh-high stockings, a swishy short skirt, and a backless top.

Apollo wasn’t human either; he’d never been human. To be precise, he took the form of an anthropomorphic canine, a Doberman. He towered over the humans, his six-foot, eight-inch height making him a giant by comparison. He wasn’t just tall, either. He was also built like a Greek god, like a marble statue from the Renaissance. His thin coat of black and copper fur stretched over his muscles, the curves and contours accentuating his grandeur as the light of the casino’s exterior gleamed off his pelt.

However, not all of his fur was visible to those fortunate enough to bear witness to him. He’d taken an interest in human clothing during his brief time on Earth. He found the concept amusing and the results pleasing. For himself, he wore something that would compliment his magnificent form while concealing his greatest assets, saving those for the few worthy enough. His chosen apparel was a pair of black dress slacks held up by golden suspenders made from the finest materials, feeling exquisite to both the wearer and those worthy enough to touch him. He wore no shirt, wishing to keep his sculpted upper body on display for every eye to marvel at.

He continued strolling toward the casino’s entrance, where a man appeared to be ‘guarding’ the door. He was tall and bulky, but still, nothing compared to Apollo. The shifting aura around the Doberman would make short work of the man, just as it did the two girls now following in his wake. The human wouldn’t even stand a chance.

“ID?” Finn asked before Apollo could even reach his post, the doorman raising an eyebrow at…something. There was something odd about the shirtless individual, but Finn just couldn’t put his finger on it.

Of course, this was caused by the shimmer Apollo’s form naturally radiated, naturally confusing the humans around him. They’d be oblivious to his outlandish bestial form, at least while they were still human. Once they’d transitioned away from their humanity, they’d be able to see the Doberman in all his canine glory.

Apollo chuckled at the man. Even without saying a word, the ethereal harmony of his voice caressed Finn’s simple ears. It was like a chorus, underlying every note conjured by his vocal cords. It was otherworldly, leaving the doorman uneasy at how much he wished to hear the strange man speak. He got his wish as Apollo opened his maw and spoke two letters back to him.

“ID?” Apollo asked, the tone of his question mocking the very concept of personal identification. Finn felt his knees quiver at the two simple syllables forcing their way into his ears.

“Y-yeah. I’m… I’m gonna need to see your ID, sir.” Finn reiterated. An arrogant smirk curved up one side of Apollo’s muzzled face.

“You think ‘I’ have any necessity for identification, little one?” He asked, amused. Finn swallowed a sudden lump in his throat. He felt the strange man’s voice begin to wrap around his mind, warp it, mold it. It felt…euphoric. He needed to hear more of this man’s voice. He asked Apollo again, trying to coax a more extended answer from him. He failed to notice how his frame was shrinking, unaware of the subtle snaps and pops his muscles and bones made. His skin and features softened with these changes.

“Wha-what do you mean you ha-have no n-n-necessity?” He stammered. The warm feeling flowing to every corner of his body made it hard to focus. He absentmindedly tugged at his shifting clothes, his mind drowning in the Doberman’s ecstatic words.

“You can’t even identify who you are, girl. And yet, you ask me to identify who I am?” The Doberman laughed, sending a ripple of pleasure through the man, who quivered in place, a breathy moan escaping his lips. Finn’s stature was already so much shorter. With every inch he lost, Apollo only appeared larger, losing as much brawn as he did height. He barely looked like himself anymore, nor were his clothes recognizable either. What was a bodybuilder’s physique had been distilled down to something feminine, and his clothes matched this new figure. What seconds ago were black jeans and an overstretched t-shirt had become a pair of black denim short shorts and a still-stretched t-shirt. Only now, his shorts revealed his silky-smooth legs, and his shirt stretched over a pair of burgeoning breasts. A pinched waist replaced his washboard abs, and the shirt clung to it, showing off the man’s newly acquired curves.

The sudden rush of euphoria through his body squeezed a giggle from the feminizing man, the higher pitch and lost weight of his voice all too apparent. It was all happening too fast for his psyche to register, the aura radiating from Apollo, accelerated by Apollo’s ethereal voice. It was a miracle his synapses hadn’t shorted out right then and there. There was that one word—girl… Finn liked it. It was him. It was what he was. No… She was.

“You humans are too easy.” Apollo said, reveling in Finn’s rapid shift from ‘guy’s guy’ to femboy. His gaze fixated on the coat of soft white fur pushing its way out of the exposed skin on Finn’s arms and legs. “Coming along well, I see.” He commented, every word making the shrinking bulge in Finn’s shorts twitch excitedly. Her ears, which had already begun lengthening far beyond normal for a human, climbed up the side of her head. Beige fur sprouted from them, the color blending into the white fur emerging across her face.

Her face. Yes… She no longer had the simple, boring, flat features of a human. Her face snapped as it lengthened, stretching outward, following her nose, the end taking on a bright pinkish color. Her ears settled atop her head, amongst the flowing locks of brown hair that now touched her shoulder blades.

“Wha? Wh-what?” She mumbled, unable to comprehend the blissful feelings resonating through her being. The sensations of her transforming body, the flipped switches in her mind… She fucking loved it. It was like taking the strongest of drugs and being flooded with the most genuine of love.

“Having trouble, little one?” Apollo asked, his arms crossing over his sculpted chest muscles. “Can you even remember your name?”

“Uh…” Finn replied absentmindedly.

“Looks like you need some identification now, bunny.” He teased. Finn furrowed her brow, struggling to recall even a single letter of her name. Apollo sniffed at her ditzy demeanor. “How about we call you Melissa? Hmm?” He asked. Finn took a few moments to compute the name she’d been gifted by this…otherworldly stud. Her face lit up like she’d received a billion dollars in cash.

“Y-yes! Yes! I’m Melissa! Melissa the bunny!” She stuck her dainty hands on her hips with pride, sticking her bust out, which, by now, had grown to an impressive size. Her clothes had altered, too. What were two separate articles of clothes were now one. One black leotard showed off her long, fuzzy legs and large rabbit feet while accentuating her wider hips. The bulge in the crotch of her leotard was minuscule now, barely noticeable. What was left of her manhood was already reshaping itself, the external sexual organs denoting her as a man converting to the internal organs of a woman. A female. Nothing about her could convince a person she had ever been a man in the first place.

A fuzzy cotton tail sprung from her rear, popping out of a hole in the back of her leotard. The girl truly embodied the ‘playboy bunny’ persona in the most literal sense. She giggled and reached behind to stroke her new tail between her fingers. She then wiggled her nose while smiling up at the Doberman, now seeing him for what he was… a being worth worship.

“Wh-what do I call you, mister?” she asked. Apollo flashed her a brief smirk, showing off his pearl-white fangs.

“My name is Apollo, little one. But you may call me Daddy.”

Melissa’s eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head. She moaned at the word alone, streaming from his mouth and into her ears like honey.

“Yes…Daddy.” She crooned. Apollo stepped forward and put a mighty hand on her petite shoulder. His other hand dove between her legs and his fingers pressed firmly into her smooth, satin-concealed mound. “Ohhhhh, Daddy…” The bunny moaned, unaccustomed to all the new sensations blossoming through her nethers. He bent down and whispered in one of her long ears.

“Now, you be a good girl for me and play nice with these two lovely ladies behind me. Sound good, sweet thing?”

Melissa squirmed in Apollo’s grip, his fingers hooking deeper into her crotch. She looked up at him with lustful and adoring eyes. “Yes, Daddy…” She breathed.

Apollo withdrew his hands from the girl and stepped back, addressing the two mammals he’d picked up in the parking lot by placing a hand on each of the small of their backs.

“You two show her a good time, and when you’ve done, all three of you can join me inside.” He paused, realizing the chaos he would unleash upon the establishment. “Or join anybody really. I’m sure you’ll make your way to me eventually.” The lynx and the skunk both giggled to themselves.

“You got it, Apollo.” The skunk said sassily.

“Yeah, no prob, Apollo, hun. We’ll catch up.” The lynx added with much enthusiasm.

“Good girls.” Those were Apollo’s last words before heading into the casino’s main room. The three girls all shuddered with blissful affirmation. When they found their bearings, Melissa quickly found herself surrounded by the other two, their hands exploring every curve and contour of her new body. She let them take her. Those were Daddy’s orders, after all. And these girls had such soft paws. One paw dipped inside her leotard, its fingers stroking through her sopping folds. Two more hands grabbed her breasts from behind, the fingers of each kneading her new furry flesh while pinching her sensitive nubs. She moaned out, the cries of sudden exhilaration causing Apollo’s ears to twitch before being drowned out by the cacophony of the casino floor.

This is where the real fun would finally begin…

The second he entered the establishment, Apollo sensed his altering aura affecting the guests and staff. Those populating his immediate vicinity showed a sudden spike in libido. Most looked like they were trying to fight the strange feelings pressing into their minds. Some succumbed to them without resistance. Regardless, every guest and staff member swiftly fell to their overwhelming urges, their bestial instincts taking over just as Apollo’s magic took over their forms, remaking them.

His head turned to a group of three males walking towards him while drunkenly conversing with each other. Apollo’s aura had already begun afflicting them, evident by the patches of fur smudging the exposed parts of their skin. As they entered the inner radius of his power, their transformations became exponentially more pronounced.

All three stopped in their tracks, the heavenly alterations to their forms becoming too much, too quickly. Their clothes began bursting at the seams, each growing in height and muscle build. The two males on either side of the middle one noticed their bodies softening, their hips widening, and their shoulders narrowing just enough to denote them as females of the species they would soon be a part of.

All three tore at their clothes with their new canine claws, gnashing at their shirts, revealing the bulking chest muscles of the middle male and the burgeoning breasts of the two to his side. The wolf between the two pulled the two partial females in to embrace him. A virile musk emanated from his reddening cock, which stood proud from its new sheath. The two at his side nuzzled his fur, reveling in his male scent.

As the last of their male genitals pulled inward, leaving eager slits between their legs, the male cupped his hands down their tight, round backsides. His fingers found their way into their new holes, the two growling in approval as he readied them for a proper breeding.

Apollo looked to his other side, where a female in a waitress’s formal dress was giving a lap dance to a very enthusiastic male customer. She ground her ass on his crotch while still holding a tray of drinks in her palm. The man’s skin broke out in a rash of brown, tawny, and khaki fur. His face pressed forward in a pointed muzzle, his smug grin showing off his new carnivorous chops. He blissfully let his head fall back onto the headrest of his lounge chair, his ears crawling up his head, taking on a wholly triangular shape. Two mounds tented his Hawaiian shirt, rapidly filling out his chest until the buttons holding his shirt together popped, flying across the casino floor and bouncing off slot machines.

The second article of clothing to burst was his pants, the crotch in particular. The growing bulge being expertly teased by the waitress could no longer be contained. His fly split, and his button burst. His massive, canine cock bobbed free, only to be hotdogged by the waitress, who lifted her dress to expose the thong-flossed rear beneath. The rest of his pants didn’t last long, for his widening hips and bulking thighs tore the legs and waistband, leaving them in tattered ribbons.

The new coyote’s tongue lolled from her open maw, letting the waitress grind her canine cock between her thickening cheeks. A new addition to the waitress’s spine extruded from her tailbone. Her long tapering tail grew long and hefty, new scales pushing through the discolored skin along its length. It pulled her dress past her waist, revealing how the green scales spread up her torso and down her strengthening legs. Those legs ended in feet rapidly taking on a reptilian form, bursting and snapping her high heels with their monstrous claws.

The coyote shemale hugged the transforming dragoness’s tail and forced her down on her canine cock, slamming it deep inside the waitress’s hungry, cavernous hole. The coyote yipped, and the dragon screeched from her extending maw. Horns pushed their way from her scalp amongst her long, darkening hair. The two began their wild fornication, straining the lounge chair. Apollo turned his attention elsewhere.

His eyes landed upon a craps table not too far away. The male dealer was embroiled in a make-out fit with the male next to him. The dealer was changing into a cheetah, while the other was shifting into a jackal. One’s yellow, speckled fur cloaked his body, his nimble, serpentine tail twitching gleefully behind him. The other’s ears climbed to the top of his head, tall and pointed. His muzzle grew in, making their passionate kissing more awkward. That was until the cheetah man’s own muzzle grew in. Then they had more than all the room they needed to coil their tongues around the other’s.

Across the table, another male was watching them go at it while touching himself through his pants. Grey fur sprouted from his skin, and a big, bushy, ringed tail unfurled from above his belt. Two lumps filled in his chest, tenting his t-shirt, and his spreading hips strained the fabric hugging his legs like sausage casings. A waitress holding a tray with one drink swooped in beside the feminizing raccoon man. She leaned against the craps table with her rear and pushed her bust out for the soon-to-be girl, whose attention shifted to her.

A forked tongue flittered free from her mouth, tasting the raccoon’s scent. While holding her tray perfectly level, she extended a hand and teased the raccoon’s chin as it pressed outward from her face. Her fingers massaged the fur spreading across the new girl’s muzzle from underneath, drawing her in with her touch. The waitress’s tongue flickered from her mouth again, and she sat fully on the table’s edge. Her legs began fusing together, allowing her to take on one of the most imposing aspects of a snake.

Apollo grunted to himself. None of these simpletons would do. All too eager to give into their gifts. Sure, they would make fine playthings, but none had the guile or mental fortitude needed to take on such a mantle as his personal herald of change. He had to find those who could resist the touch of his aura. He had to find the rare few who hadn’t begun their journeys of transformation…yet.

He scanned the premises, his canine eyes zeroing in on every individual. All showed at least some spots of fur on their flesh, tails hanging from their backsides, or muzzles pressing slowly forward as their hands explored the tugging sensation at their faces. Then, he stopped. His pupils dilated as he focused on a man with golden blonde hair across the casino.

The man took a sip from his gin and tonic before noticing the woman tending the bar was turning into a rather imposing mountain lion. The man she was flirting with was turning into a curvy female caribou, sporting not one row of breasts but three, all pressing tight against the inside of her polo shirt, each row one cup size smaller than the last.

The two shifting people looked like they were mere seconds away from tearing the other’s clothes off and fucking right there on the bar counter. Those seconds swiftly passed, and the cougar lady pulled her sapphic interest in for a very amorous kiss. Apollo watched the still-human man spit his drink out all over the counter before him.

“Hmmmm. Not shifting, nor oblivious to his chaotic surroundings.” Apollo thought. “An excellent candidate.”

The Doberman pushed through the crowd of fornicating beast-people, most of them subconsciously parting for him as he strode toward the bar toward his soon-to-be herald.

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Tony finally emerged from the men’s washroom, having more business in there than expected. He followed another man out as he was leaving, the man making Tony’s time inside awkward with his pleasureful grunts. Tony wiped his still-damp hands on his pants. Those air hand dryers just never quite did the job. He looked up to take in the busy sights of the casino, but the man in front of him began presenting something the flashing lights of the casino just couldn’t compete with.

Tony stopped, but the man continued on. He watched him as two bull’s horns arose from atop his head, growing until they’d added a whole extra foot and a half to his height. Tony’s jaw went slack, and his mouth gaped. A short, fine coat of dark grey fur covered the exposed parts of his skin. His already fit physique bulked even further, tearing his t-shirt and bursting his jeans. His shoes exploded, and large, cloven hooves stomped out of the busted shreds left over. He continued to grow, easily surpassing seven feet. Tony wondered if he should run for cover and hide from this man-turned-monster.

Fortunately for Tony, the bull man did not notice him; instead, he walked toward a man whose face was already long with equine features. A pony’s tail arched downward from above this other man’s behind, pushing his trousers down his rear to make room. Tony Rubbed his eyes, suspecting April had dosed his drinks with something. Then again, maybe he was just that drunk?

No, he’d been that drunk before. He’d never seen anything like this before.

He stared at the two animal people; the bull had suffered more from these surreal transformations than the horse. However, the horse was quickly catching up to the bull. The horse man tore off his dress shirt to reveal two budding breasts. His hand went to work on his belt, and in seconds, his dress pants were down around his ankles, followed by his boxer briefs.

Tony watched as the half-horse man feminized more and more by the second. First, his hips grew wider, then his thighs got plumper, then his shoulders narrowed. The bull man stepped up close to him and took the pony’s chin in the palm of his enormous hand. The pony looked up at him with an expression of instant and unwavering submission.

“Pretty pony.” He grumbled.

“Th-thank you, daddy bull,” he replied. His new feminized voice floated through the air like a fine aroma. The bull’s hand moved to the top of his shifting head and pressed down. The pony immediately got the message and kneeled before him and his cyclopean member. It was as big as his arm. It wasn’t even hard yet.

“Be a good girl for daddy and suck me off.” His voice rumbled.

“Y-yes, Daddy.” The horse replied, his enthusiasm spilling out through his words. The pony lifted the bull’s mammoth member and brought it to his mouth. It looked heavy, for the pony’s slimming arms trembled with its mass. Perhaps this was from sheer excitement; Tony couldn’t tell either way. The trembling lessened as the bull grew erect, the weight being emancipated from the horse’s grasp.

Tony couldn’t even call this pony a ‘man’ anymore; the budding breasts on his chest and the shrinking of his genitals ensured that. ‘She’ willingly played her new part as an eager cock sleeve, opening her long muzzle and leaning forward, taking every inch the bull had, her throat bulging as it wrapped around his tool.

Her hand fell between her legs, her fingers fumbling with what was left of her manhood. Before long, those fingers stroked between the cleft of a wet and needy pussy. “Good pony, you give your daddy good head.” The bull praised. The horse turned her eyes up to meet his gaze, and he returned her eye contact by stroking her mane. Like a pet…

Tony finally managed to peel his eyes away from the two depraved farm animals and ran for his craps table, hoping these two were the only ones afflicted with this strange phenomenon.

His hopes were immediately dashed…

His eyes darted this way and that, unable to focus on one area for too long. All over the casino floor and off to the side in the clubbing section, every person was experiencing dramatic bodily shifts and engaging in licentious acts with one another. He neared his table, where he’d witness the fates of his gambling buddies.

Those he’d shared a friendly game with at his table looked to have fallen to the same affliction as everyone else. Cade had become some sort of canine, while the dealer he was fondling and swapping saliva with had become a cheetah. What really shocked him to his core was Jason, or who he believed was Jason. The man had turned into a raccoon, and on top of that, a female. He knew this because the raccoon lady that had been his friend was currently suspended above the ground for him to see, held aloft by April, whose lower body had elongated into one long serpentine tail. The tail wrapped around Jason’s waist while the tapered end snuck up his, or ‘her’ leg, teasing the poor raccoon’s pussy high enough for all to bare witness.

Most of April’s body was snake-like in appearance now, her upper body retaining its humanoid form. Every inch of her was covered in violet and lavender scales except her face, which was how Tony recognized her in the first place. Her beautiful face, her beautiful body. Oh, how she’d been twisted and torn asunder, left as this horrifying reptilian creature that now tormented Jason like she was playing with her food.

“A-April?…” Tony stammered. He stared and watched as April’s eyes locked with the squirming raccoon that was once Jason. Jason quickly forfeit all resistance to the beast, her squirming arms and legs drooping lazily to her sides. Tony found himself almost being lulled into the same trance as Jason. The way she swayed and bobbed made following her hypnotic eyes all the more alluring.

April brought Jason closer to herself. Her scaled arms stroked the raccoon’s fuzzy face, guiding her mouth down to her breasts and the deep purple of her nipples. Jason sucked, feeding on April like a baby in its mother’s arms. What Tony would have done to make that a reality only twenty minutes ago. Before all this…insanity…

He felt like the world was coming apart around him, like the tight bonds holding reality together were eroding, bending like light through a prism. Was any of this really happening? Had April spiked his drink with something? That had to be it, right? Tony began to feel nauseous. Was this how it began? The transformations? Was nausea the first of many steps that concluded in him fornicating with one of these beasts, in some new hybrid animal form?

A jarring impact shook him from his shell shock. Someone had grabbed his arm.

“Hey! Buddy! You alright?!”

Tony flinched, thinking he’d been assaulted by one of these once-human creatures. He was relieved to see it was just an ordinary man. He had blonde hair and wore a blue polo shirt and jeans. He was the only person not changing amongst the horde of monsters, which spoke well for Tony’s psyche. At least he had company in this mess of madness.

“Yeah, I’m alright. For now.” Tony took one short gaze around. “What the fuck is going on around here?!” The man frantically shook his head.

“No idea, man. Everyone just started going nuts, turning into animals, acting like animals, getting it on right in front of everyone else.” He grabbed Tony’s shoulder, trying to instill some reassurance. “What’s your name?”

“Tony!” Tony shouted back. The man gripped his shoulder a little tighter for a moment.

“I’m Harry. It’s nice to meet you, Tony, although I’d prefer it’d be under better circumstances.”

“Yeah, no shit.” Tony agreed.

“We need to get the fuck out of here, Tony. Before we end up like the rest of these people.”

“What’s the plan?” Tony asked.

“We stick together and book it for the exit. Easy, yeah?”

“Sounds good to me.”

“Alright, let’s go!” Harry shouted. He gave Tony a short tug on the arm to direct him away from the craps table, where April still entranced her raccoon prey, the tip of her tail now firmly inside her.

They headed for the slot machines. “Let’s go through here, they’re less busy at night when all the seniors have left for the day.” Tony thought the man’s logic was sound. He had no reason to doubt him.

“Show me the way, man.” He replied frantically, following tightly behind. They came to an aisle of machines. However, a group of vixens, all of differing colors, were worshipping a bodybuilder of a tiger. Their hands were all over him, all giggling to themselves while grasping at his tight, glittery underwear. The tiger looked up at Tony and Harry, giving them a beckoning look like he dared them to join in.

“Not this one.” Harry blurted out, flustered by the sight. “Next one!”

The two men hurried for the next aisle. To their relief, this one was vacant. Both of them sighed.

“Thank god,” Harry breathed. “Ok, just gotta go down this aisle, and there’s an emergency exit just down the hall.”

“What are we waiting for?!” Tony cried. Harry turned back toward the crowd of fornicating animal people crowding the main casino floor.

“Definitely not them.” He said. “C’mon!”

Harry booked it down the rows of slot machines, Tony following close behind, getting even closer when he bumped right into the blonde-haired man. He was about to voice his complaints when he gazed over Harry’s shoulder and saw why he’d stopped.

A very tall, very imposing Doberman was wearing nothing but black dress slacks held up by gold suspenders. He blocked their path, yet they couldn’t turn to run the other way. They felt it now, whatever force was changing the rest of the patrons. It overtook them and latched onto them like the gravity of a nearby sun. Both men knew they were in trouble, but neither could do anything.

The Doberman’s mouth twitched into a cocky smirk, and both Tony and Harry felt something materialize around their necks. They peeled their eyes away from the Adonis canine to look down at themselves. Their hearts beat hard and fast in their chests. Their hands rose to pry the things from their persons. They were…collars.

Tony and Harry gazed at each other’s collars. Tony wore a pink one, and Harry a scarlet one. They returned the other’s terrified gaze. “Where did these come from?!” Tony asked as if Harry could possibly know.

“I…I don’t know…” He replied, dumbfounded. “Yours is pink, though.” Tony’s eyes widened.

“Pink! Why’s mine pink?!” Tony yelped.

“Silence!” The Doberman bellowed. His booming voice shook the air. An invisible cone formed around the three, blocking the audible turmoil throughout the casino. There was silence, just as the Doberman commanded. “You two are the only ones in this wretched place who appear resistant to my powers. At least until now.” He looked over the two collared men, observing the changes as they began to appear on their bodies. The fine layer of hair pushing through their skin, the pressure in their bones, the clouding of their minds. Neither man would admit it, but it was undeniably pleasurable.

“I’ve been looking for those like you, who initially appear resilient despite ultimately succumbing.” His words effortlessly forced their way into their ears, their harmonic trill and ethereal sibilance caressing and tickling their eardrums. It sent shivers through them, ripples of energy that spurred their bodies’ sudden remaking.

The blonde hairs coating Harry’s body turned khaki, filling out and thickening by the second. His ears twitched, so much rounder now, climbing up the side of his head. A *crack* emanated from his face, and his mouth and nose extruded outward, the sickening noise coming from the restructuring of his bones. He looked over at Tony, shock and awe breaking through the dulling of his thoughts.

“What the fuck is happening? Wh-why does his voice… why is it so… good?” He stammered, struggling to string together a proper sentence. Tony hadn’t the faintest Idea. He wondered why Harry would even be asking him such a thing. Was he supposed to be the one human on earth who was an expert on these bizarre circumstances? Of course not. However, he knew only one thing for sure.

“We’re becoming like them!” He cried, pointing in the direction they’d just come, referencing the chaos outside their noise-dampening bubble.

“No…” Harry lamented. It seemed impossible to accept. But as he stared at Tony, the man’s skin breaking out in black and copper fur and a similarly colored tail snaking out from his pants, he knew it was all really happening, no dream, no hallucination. He felt the tug above his rear and immediately knew what it was. He reached around and took his extruding tail in his leathery padded hands.

It continued to grow, sliding along his fingertips. Seconds later, it was long enough to wrap around to his front. He brought it around his widening hips and slimming waist, marveling at it. “I…I’m becoming a lion…” he breathed with disbelief.

“A lioness, to be correct.” The Doberman said. Harry looked up, noticing the voice was closer than before. The magnificent dog man towered over him now, stepping to him while he’d gawked at his new appendage.

“Wha—” was all Harry could get out before The Doberman clutched his face with one encompassing paw. The creature’s padded palm covered his mouth while his fingers grasped his cheeks, holding him still. Those terrifying eyes stared down into Harry’s terrified ones. The Doberman looked like he might have been…searching for something inside the man.

“Quiet, whelp. Just listen to my words; this will all be over soon.” He spoke. His ethereal voice shook Harry, sending a quiver through his legs, his…changing legs. A few sickening snaps and cracks announced the new joints and bones forming, progressively giving him a more digitigrade gait. His shoes suddenly burst like water balloons, his bestial feet the water spilling out over the ruined soles. Harry’s eyes rolled upward, every new alteration to his form filling him with greater pleasure.

“That’s right, girl, feel the animal inside you come out.” He snapped his fingers before Harry’s face, bringing the half-lion’s attention back to him. “That’s it, look at me, girl.” He paused to chuckle with well-earned arrogance. “I want to see it in your eyes when the person you are diminishes, disappears, and the lioness I’m making you takes over.” He snorted, blowing his breath out his nose over Harry’s face. Harry blinked it away. “Keep your eyes on Daddy Apollo …”

The claws that were once Harry’s fingernails extended, a subconscious reaction to the nirvana rushing into his being. A startling crack emanated from his face, reverberating through Apollo’s hand. It was his face extending, in one sudden lurch, changing his face from human to leonine in a fraction of a second. Apollo felt the skin of the man’s new face churn beneath his paw pads. His jowls were coming along nicely. The prickling sensation of his emerging whiskers soon accompanied them, and the corner of Apollo’s mouth twitched as he admired his work.

The Doberman pinched the lobes of Harry’s ears, helping them on their journey to the top of his head, sculpting them like an artist would a lump of clay. After all, Apollo fancied himself an artist, his preferred canvas being the flesh of lesser, furless creatures. He ran his fingers down the man’s face, neck, and, finally, his shirt. Harry quivered at the Doberman’s touch, unaware of the alterations Apollo was making to his clothes.

As Apollo’s hand moved further south, his fingers changed the hue and fabric of Harry’s shirt. The blue lightened, and the cotton turned to silk. The transformation caused by Apollo’s hand spread in the wake of his touch, like a brush fire spreading across dry grassy plains, cascading over his clothes, disintegrating them at parts, the first being his sleeves. The same happened to Harry’s jeans once the Doberman’s hand reached them. The tattered leggings, torn by the shifting shape of Harry’s legs, dissolved away while the waistband fused with his changing shirt. The lower hem stopped just below his hips, leaving the soon-to-be lioness in a baby blue cocktail dress.

Luckily for Harry—or unluckily, depending on how one looked at Harry’s situation—he now had the form to fit his new clothes. His hips filled in the lower portion while his pinched waist and ribs allowed the slimmer upper half to hug his chest and back. However, there was still much space to be filled at his chest. The Doberman noticed this and decided to rectify his lioness’s lack of bosom.

Apollo placed his hand over the tuff of extra fur growing just below his collarbones. “Oh, can’t forget these, can we?” With those words, spoken in his otherworldly voice, Harry felt the furry flesh beneath the Doberman’s hand expand. It was slow and gradual, and Harry enjoyed every second of it. His chest grew so sensitive as it filled out his new dress elegantly yet promiscuously. It was heavenly. He never wanted it to stop.

Apollo stared back into Harry’s eyes. The once-human had a new gleam in them, a sign that the lioness would soon encompass what Harry had been, remaking him into Apollo’s herald of change, lusting after more beings to alter, shift, transform, all in Apollo’s divine name. He removed his hand from Harry’s swelling mounds and reached down to grab something else, intending to do quite the opposite of his chest.

“You can’t be a proper lioness without the proper equipment, my dear.” Apollo quipped. His hand landed between Harry’s legs, his wrist pushing her dress upward at the crotch. He grabbed the bulge protruding from Harry’s new thong and gripped it, just soft enough where it wouldn’t harm the ‘man’ but wouldn’t allow much comfort either. He wanted Harry to revel in the loss of his manhood, every inch lost providing relief as Apollo had less to grab.

The Doberman watched Harry’s eyes twitch as he realized what was happening. He also observed the yearning sparkle in those same eyes, urging him to continue, begging him to continue. Without a doubt, he would continue.

The bulge cupped within Apollo’s grasp shrank, and Apollo’s grip loosened as he had less and less to hold onto. The space between Harry’s legs grew inch by blissful inch, his bulge reduced to a soft mound nestled between Harry’s silky thighs. There was nothing to denote Harry as a man anymore, for Apollo found his powerful fingers digging into the moist cleft of a pussy.

Apollo observed the essence of what had been ‘Harry’ drowning in the black pools of his dilated eyes, all gone, along with his manhood. ‘Harry’ was no more. ‘Hariot’ was all that was left.

Harriot blinked her eyes, still gazing into Apollo’s. Her muzzled mouth turned up in a smirk. A shiver ran up her body from her head to her toes, ruffling her golden-tawny fur like a ripple across the surface of a pond. She felt the pelt covering her flesh, the weight on her chest, the space separating her legs, the tail swishing sensually from side to side from her rear.

“And how do you feel?” Apollo asked, returning her smirk with a cockier one.

“I feel…amazing, Daddy Apollo,” Harriot replied, her voice smooth, feminine, and confident. “I can’t wait to take all of this…” She looked down at her new body, wrapped in its sexy, electric blue dress, gesturing to it with open paws. “…for a wild ride.” She turned her head up to face his again, her expression exuding her desire for that ride to include him.

“Tend to your friend first,” Apollo said, nodding to Tony. “Then I’ll make you my little princess.” Harriot licked her lips and cocked her head, side-eyeing Tony. Most of Tony’s skin was covered in fur now, blanketing his body. He looked over his hands, the canine nails and paw pads giving them the distinct look of a beast’s. His ears were more than a little pointed. Other than these aspects, the man was still simply, well, a man.

However, he wouldn’t be for much longer. Not if Harriot had anything to say about it. She needed Apollo’s meaty stick slamming away in her, creaming inside of her and fashioning her into the powerful pride-maker she yearned to be. Tony needed to go, and Toni needed to take his place.

She twitched the corner of her mouth and winked at him, snorting as she accepted this ‘challenge.’ Apollo knew she had the makings of a herald, able to exert his powers over others as an extension of himself. But he wanted to see if she knew that, herself.

Harriot strode up to the slowly transforming half-man, still stunned and horrified by the alterations to his form. She swayed her hips, each foot landing just before the other. Tony looked up at the lioness lady only inches from him, noticing the tawny fur as it entered the background of his peripherals. His face was scrunched in a mingling of terror and confusion. She softened her expression and spoke to him.

“If only you could feel how I feel right now, Tony.” Harriot purred. “You wouldn’t look so perplexed. You’d be rejoicing in the gifts our daddy has bestowed on this place.” Tony’s head shook slowly back and forth, uncertain whether this beast woman standing before him had really been the man he’d been trying to escape with or if he’d genuinely gone mad. Perhaps this whole night was just a dream.

He hoped to god it was.

He began to whimper back some sort of answer when Harriot took his chin in her bulky paw and pulled his face towards hers, planting her muzzle on his lips. Her other paw wrapped around his waist, yanking him into her embrace. She was warm, her fuzzy body inviting despite its bestial nature. He kissed her back, and his hands wrapped around the small of her back. Suddenly, he didn’t want to leave her, although, even if he did, he didn’t think she’d let him. She held him with a strength twice his.

Harriot’s hold over him melted away the anxieties involving the events around him, everything happening to him. He kissed her back more eagerly now, and Harriot took that advantage, forcing her rough, feline tongue in his open mouth.

The ears that had, moments ago, only been pointed, like an elf’s of high fantasy stories, climbed towards the top of Tony’s scalp. The bones in his lower legs snapped, creating new joints, adding a digitigrade shape, more significant movement, and inches of height. Now, he need not tip his head upward to kiss the lioness back.

The tail Apollo’s aura granted him earlier began wagging. It flailed back and forth with the joy brought on by every sensation tingling and pulsing within him. These sensations coursed upward through him from his legs, up into his groin, through his torso, and into his head. His face crackled and popped, now beginning to extend into their kiss. The shape of his new, emerging muzzle matched the canine creature he was becoming. Harriot broke their oral embrace and placed her muzzle next to one of his flickering, fuzzy triangular ears as it nestled into place amongst his upper scalp.

“You’re going to make such a beautiful mutt, Toni.” She whispered. Her hand left his lengthening chin to curl under his arm and grip his furry shoulder blades with a short extension of her claws, prickling the flesh under his pelt. Her other hand draped down from his back to his hips, feeling them resonate with the cracks and creaks as they widened.

“Yeah…” Tony replied with a murmur. His paws stroked along the lioness’s back, massaging through her tawny pelt when they reached the exposed fur at her shoulder blades. His mind was swimming with possibilities and unexperienced sensations. He knew this was just the beginning; everyone in the building had an entirely bestial look. He wasn’t finished yet. His muzzle still had inches to grow. His breasts still had several sizes to go… Wait…

His breasts?

Harriot’s hand trailed down his front, an extended claw tearing through the fabric of his shirt like a surgeon’s scalpel on a patient’s flesh. With his shirt halved, she reached inside the tear and cupped one of Tony’s budding mounds. He gasped, the sound coming out in a higher pitch than he was used to. Her other paw slipped from his widening hips to the withering bulge between them.

“We’re so cute together, don’t you think, Toni? Two gorgeous girls making out and feeling each other up right here on the casino floor? How scandalous. If only a man could…intervene.” Her eyes flickered over to Apollo, shooting him a ‘come fuck me already, god damn it’ look. He returned her sass with a stern brow and a piercing gaze. Harriot got the message loud and clear, rolling her eyes. She wouldn’t be getting any of his godly cock until Tony was ‘Toni,’ in all her mutty, canine glory.

“Yeah, we look…great together,” Tony replied in his newly pitched voice. He giggled at the peculiar sound of his words, giggling some more at his girlish trill. He gasped when Harriot’s claws combed up his dark-grey back fur, retreating, then landing on the copper fur of his enlarging butt. “Oh! Harriot! You really know how to treat a lady.” His voice stumbled at his unconscious use of ‘lady.’ “Uh, I…I mean, guy. Yeah, guy.” He corrected. Harriot snickered and leaned in toward his shifting ears.

“Are you sure, Toni?” She whispered, her voice rumbling with a sensual purr. She reached into his loosening pants and fondled the meager bits between his legs. He wasn’t even hard. He probably couldn’t even get hard anymore. There was barely anything to grasp onto. Just an ever-diminishing nub of a cock that would soon be Toni’s clit. Much like a clit, it was intensely sensitive, and her mere touch made Toni shudder and moan. The half-girl, half-dog clung to Harriot for support.

“H-Harriot!” Toni squealed. “W-what are you doing?!”

“Showing you what happens to good girls when they embrace who they are.” She smoothed her thumb over the little nub, stroking it through the pair of white panties that were once boxer briefs only minutes ago. It shot the last of its pre into the fabric before nestling into the fleshy hood of her upper labia. The skin of her sack divided and pulled tight as it became the rest of her pussy lips, her gonads lurching deep within her long before. She was, now, indeed a ‘she.’ She just needed the right outfit to match.

Toni quivered on the end of Harriot’s leonine fingers. Pleasurably tortured whimpers slipped through her muzzle, the extension of her face cracking as it set into its final shape. “That’a girl. Let all that pretense of manhood go. Let the new Tony in. ‘Toni,’ with an ‘I.’”

Toni’s pant legs shortened as Harriot slipped her hand into the Shiloh Shepard’s panties, hooking her fingers into the cleft of her new pussy. Soon, she wore shorts that showed off her digitigrade legs and how furry they’d become. Then they shortened into booty shorts. Then the fabric parted altogether, making room for Harriot’s hand as they became a skirt, merging with Toni’s shifting shirt and becoming one white article. A dress. It flowed more than Harriot’s, bestowing her with a classier look, but, just like Harriot’s, it showed off Toni’s legs and bust, leaving little to the imagination. A sash sinched her new, hourglass waist, and the straps holding it up wrapped behind her neck, where Harriot’s was held aloft by her own giant bust.

“I love the new outfit, Toni. It’s so…you. The new you.”

Toni gasped, then moaned, bucking her hips forward into the lioness’s fingers, fingers now uninhibited by Toni’s clothes. Toni thought of reciprocating the attention paid to her new nethers. The shepherd’s fingers wiggled their way beneath Harriot’s blue dress and pressed into the moist satin fabric of her panties, stroking her mound just as Harriot stroked hers, in perfect unison.

The two girls huffed, puffed, cooed, and moaned into each other’s ears. Their muzzles gaped, and their eyelids sunk, the two entering a sapphic trace on par with two drunken sorority sisters who’d both struck out at a major party.

A dark figure loomed over the two—Apollo. The Doberman observed the two as they explored the new forms he’d granted them. Seeing his new heralds enjoying the pleasures of transformation and its possibilities amused him, and he sniffed. It was time they showed him what they could do to prove their gratitude.

“I think you two have warmed up enough.” He said, his ethereal voice reverberating in their ears, resonating through their bodies. “The main event awaits, ladies. Right here. Now get to work and get me off. I want to feel your tight bodies wrapped around my cock.”

The two girls looked up at him, turning their attention away from each other, panting hot and heavy with lust. The sound of a zipper coming undone made their ears flicker, and their eyes and muzzles turned down to see the open fly of Apollo’s dress pants.

“Yes, master,” Toni answered.

“Right away,” Harriot added.

Their hands left each other and gravitated toward Apollo’s open fly. Harriot undid his button while Toni reached inside for the Doberman’s member. With his pants undone, Apollo’s musk spilled over them like a rouge wave, making their fur bristle. Their pupils dilated as his scent coaxed them into an unescapable lust, the wave’s undertow now dragging them out to sea. They’d never experienced such yearning before, such unbridled need. The only thing that could sate them now was Apollo’s sledgehammer of a cock.

Toni’s left arm wrapped around Apollo’s leg as she fished her master’s members from its loft. Harriot did the same to his other leg with her right, assisting her sister herald in retrieving Apollo’s meat. It bobbed free of his pants in their paws. It was impressive, to say the least, even only partially at attention. It sparked the girls’ wild imaginations with images of how big it would be once at full mast.

“Oh, god.” Toni blurted. Her pupils were so large they’d taken up most of her puppy dog eyes.

“It’s…so b-big…” Harriot murmured, marveling at the thing with a gaping, drooling mouth. In true leonine fashion, she gazed at it like a wildebeest that had strayed from its herd.

“It’s all yours, ladies,” Apollo mentioned. “Just for you.” He chuckled, a deep, bestial growl accompanying his vocalizations. “Go…wild.”

At his word, the girls held back no longer. They immediately pressed their muzzles to his cock flesh and took in its rich smell and taste. They brushed their tongues over it, lapping up its flavor. They took long sniffs of its scent, basking in its musk. They worked over every inch of it, from base to tip, feeling it stiffen in their cooperative caress.

Harriot stopped to grope her breasts, pushing them up toward her canine sister. “Let’s use these, darling. There’s a reason our master graced us with suck large ‘assets.’” Toni looked at her and franticly nodded in agreement. The two quickly compressed Apollo’s member between their four fuzzy chest pillows and began giving him a tit job he wouldn’t soon forget. They stroked up and down in tandem, then alternating, the sensations of their nipples tweaking the others, sending shivers down their oversexed bodies.

With his already impressive size, it was hard to believe that apollo could grow any bigger. But he did. Their bosoms coaxed the last of his manhood to attention. Pre leaped from his tip, splashing sporadic spurts on the two girls’ muzzles as they made out with each other.

They were perfect servants. But he could only take the spoiled sluts’ teasing so long. It was time to make use of his heralds.

“You,” Apollo addressed, pointing a commanding claw at Toni. The two looked up, and Toni shivered when she realized it was her he was addressing. “Present for me like the needy mutt you are. I wish to reward you for being such a good girl.”

Toni nearly came on the spot. To be ordered in such a way, to be selected by her master... It was euphoric all its own. “Y-y-yes m-master. O-of course…” Her voice shook with anticipation. She moved onto her hands and knees so quickly that she appeared as a blur of black and copper fluff. Harriot looked up at him.

“And what of me, master?” She asked. She knew he’d have a task for her, yet still couldn’t help but feel a touch neglected.

“I need something to snack on,” Apollo replied, barely looking in her direction. His eyes were glued to the slavering pussy on display before him, Toni’s pussy, dripping and yearning for his cock. Apollo knelt down behind Toni and gripped his monster cock around his mighty fingers. He pushed the tip between her haunches, then grabbed her hips, pulling her onto his girth, her hands and knees sliding across the carpeted floor.

Toni squealed in surprise bliss; the feeling of having her pussy brutally, beautifully spread so fast, spiked her body and mind with enough pleasure to force her to the edge of consciousness. Her tongue lulled from her open maw in delight. She was ready for the breeding she was about to receive.

Apollo pushed and pulled her on and off his member like she was nothing but a cock sleeve. She was a cock sleeve, his cock sleeve. She moaned and whined in time with his repetitions, his faint grunts being washed out by her jubilations.

He turned her head to Harriot and grunted at her, urging her over with a sideways nod. Harriot now understood what he wanted, and a toothy smirk spread over her leonine face. “’just’ a ‘snack?’” She teased, shuffling over Toni, facing the Doberman. “You sure you don’t want the whole meal?”

Apollo scoffed. “You’re right, girl. My appetite is too great for a mere morsel. I think I’ll just devour you instead.” Apollo announced. “Now serve me my supper, pussycat.”

Harriot’s eyes widened a little. She inched closer to his face, her canine sister below her. She was close enough now that Apollo barely had to lean forward to cram his nose under her dress and between her legs. He dug his pointed snout under her dress, forcing his sniffer against the hot, moist fabric covering her mound, taking a long huff of her heat.

“M-master!” she gasped. Apollo puffed hot breath over the space between her thighs and nipped the upper hem of her panties between his teeth, yanking her undies down until he had the access he needed. Her feline musk surged into his nose, further stiffening the otherworldly member inside Toni’s cunt. Toni let out a pleased canine whine, panting, her tongue lulling sideways out of her open maw.

Without warning, Apollo went to town on Harriot’s muff, lapping forth with his robust, flat tongue, pressing into her folds with the same strength his fingers might. Harriot gasped. “Oh! M-master! You dirty dog, you!” She rose on her tippy toes, reaching down with her paws to feel for her majestic lover’s scalp. Her eyes rolled upward, then slid shut. Her maw fell open, letting her hot breath spill out into the musty air, musty with the sex of so many others.

Apollo couldn’t be stopped. Neither his stamina nor his rhythm ever faltered. He pulled Toni onto his cock, then pushed her off again, repeating the motion again and again, fucking his new bitch so hard that she began to see stars behind her drooping eyelids. His arms were so strong. Toni was but a ragdoll in his hands, a fuck toy for him to use at his whim, and she’d enthusiastically take up that mantle. He adjusted his stance, pulling a leg forward so he could slam his monstrous member further inside her hot cunt each time he pulled her onto it.

Harriot mewled on his tongue the entire time. Her paws grasped his ears like handles as she rode his muzzle. She felt like she might float off the ground. The tips of her toes held her high so Apollo could plunge his appendage even deeper. This he did, plumbing her new depths like an anteater. Her claws scraped through his scalp, but he didn’t feel a thing, for his pelt couldn’t be penetrated by the likes of a mortal such as her.

The two girls both came at once. Toni arched her back and howled for her new master like he was the moon. He was the moon to her, something to hold reverence for and worship. He sent her spirit into the stratosphere with his otherworldly cock. She felt things she didn’t know were possible, especially with her new body and all its nerve endings, all bundled up inside her, stretched and stimulated beyond their limits. Toni was truly reborn through the fires of this rapturous orgasm. She would always belong to Apollo, as long as she lived, and be connected to him by a soul bond.

Harriot’s orgasm was not as intense as Toni’s. It would take more than Apollo’s tongue to fuck her brains out as his cock did for her canine sister. Nevertheless, she still squealed on his tongue, gushing over his snout. Her legs shook, and she nearly toppled over. Her hands clutched at Apollo’s ears for support, her arms straining to hold her balance. A purring rumbled in her throat with each heavy breath, and she gritted her teeth as she endured the new sensations wracking her inexperienced body. The girl had put on a confident demeanor since succumbing to Apollo’s powers. But she had no idea what she was in for, for Apollo was nearly finished with Toni, and when he was done with her, he’d be moving on to the self-assured lioness and truly show her the meaning of breeding.

Apollo slipped his muzzle from Harriot’s crotch and gritted his teeth. Toni’s pussy had been convulsing tight on his member for enough time that he needn’t knot her. She merely massaged him to climax with her inner walls. Apollo grunted and growled as he came inside her, flooding her pussy so suddenly his seed sprayed from the exhausted bitch around Apollo’s member. Its volume stretched and bloated her belly like his pups had already begun growing inside her. They would be soon, for he filled her so completely and utterly. There was no way she wouldn’t be bearing his young.

Of course, it was her duty, after all, to bear his young in this new world. His new world.

Apollo pushed Harriot aside and pulled himself free from Toni. His cum poured from her like water pumped from a well, spilling over the carpeted floor in a puddle and spattering on their legs. He stood up, leaving her to twitch and squirm on the floor in post-orgasmic bliss, cooing to herself as she slowly slipped back to reality.

“Good girl.” He growled. He then turned to address Harriot, who leaned against the nearest slot machine, gasping for air. “It’s your turn now, girl. Time to receive what your sister has.”

Harriot had barely a second to comprehend his words before his hands were around her waist. A startled gasp rose amongst her heavy breaths as she was pinned against the machine.

“M-master! Oh!” She yelped just before he hoisted her onto the slot machine’s case. Her ass compressed the buttons, setting it off with its lights and sounds. “You really are insatiable, aren’t you, big boy?” She teased, a hint of her former confidence returning. A gleam shone in her eyes. She was looking forward to this, for her turn with him and his enormous cock. She flashed the Doberman a toothy grin, awaiting his next move. Apollo pushed her blue dress up to her waist, giving him full access.

“You’ll find out shortly, kitten,” Apollo growled. He thrust forward, pushing his throbbing cock inside her, its length still glistening with a mix of his seed and Toni’s juices. He was already lubed up for her, and she was even wetter for him. He slid inside her with ease, stretching her, then filling her so completely that she bulged at her navel. His manhood was so vast, so immense. She felt every inch of him sinking into her, engulfing her in a lascivious fire like the corona of the sun.

“Fffffuuuuucccckk!” She cried out, her ragged wail devolving into a heavy moan, then a roar. The whites of her eyes showed in full as her eyes rolled upward toward the ceiling. “Y-yeah, give me your puppies, master. Show me what it is to be your herald, to bear your divine young. I want it, I-I need it!”

Apollo pulled out of her, then returned his meat to the depths of her slavering folds in one fluid motion. He did it again, then again. He fucked the lioness, no longer needing to grip her legs as they rose on their own accord, wrapping around his waist to pull herself harder onto his cock. She slung her arms over his shoulders, letting her head lull back and her maw gape, a constant purr vibrating in her throat and resonating through her body.

She growled, extending then retracting her claws like a cat being given the utmost attention, like the cat she was. The slot machine shook with the momentum of Apollo’s thrusts. The slick slapping and squelching of their genitals coupling, again and again, played second fiddle to Harriot’s moans and mewls and Apollo’s growls and grunts.

“G-give me all you got, master. Make me as much y-yours as I c-can be! Claim me f-forever more!”

Apollo scoffed at her lust-addled pleas. “You were mine the second I laid eyes on you. You just didn’t know it yet.” He punctuated his statement with a few exorbitant thrusts, squeezing a few feline howls from the lioness.

On the floor, Toni had just begun recovering from her own ‘taking.’ She sat up, forcing more cum from her hole. She gazed up at the two, fornicating like untamed beasts against a machine that was practically shaking apart with the force of their mating. Harriot was taking it well. Toni had her fill of their master. For now, everything he’d given her was more than enough. However, Harriot appeared to want more and more. How humorous it was that she called Apollo insatiable earlier when now she clung to him, bloated with his cock, crying out for more.

“Give it to me, master! Give it all to me!” Harriot’s screams only added to Toni’s observations.

The Shiloh shepherd picked herself up from the ground, legs wobbling with fatigue. She stepped toward the two and stumbled, her outstretched arms landing on Apollo for support.

“H-hello, master,” Toni peeped. Apollo gazed down at her momentarily, then returned his attention to the lioness.

“Recovered, pet?” He grumbled. Toni let out a girlish giggle.

“Not exactly,” She replied, her voice sleepy and sheepish.

“Well then,” Apollo began. “Relax and enjoy the show while I fuck your new sister senseless. She’ll bear good, strong cubs for me.” He paused to let out a lustful growl. “Take solace in knowing you’re the first of this world to bear my young, even before her. Consider yourself the luckiest bitch in this world.”

Toni shuddered with adoration. She leaned against Apollo and clung to his mighty arm, looking on as he pounded into Harriot like a piledriver. Harriot’s nimble tail curled upward, and she stroked the paintbrush-like tuff of longer fur along the underside of Apollo’s muzzle, teasing him with it. A wicked smile crawled across her muzzle as she stared her master down, her face so flush with red that it showed even beneath her layer of fur. She knew what was coming next, and it would have her cumming shortly after.

Apollo’s knot slammed against her labia with each thrust. Any second now, he’d be pushing that bulbous base between her legs and stretching her as far as she could go, locking them in place while he emptied his pendulous balls into her womb.

“Do it, master. Tie us both and fill me like a Boston crème doughnut. I can take it; I’ve taken everything else thus far.” Toni couldn’t tell if she was demanding or begging. Apollo snarled.

“Don’t tell me what to do, whelp.” He retorted. “I act on my own accord.” He emphasized his point by giving her a few especially ferocious thrusts. Harriot squealed with approval.

“But you love a good brat, don’cha, master. It’s how you made me, after all.” She paused to give him a playful wink. “C’mon, put me in my place. Make me a mother.”

Apollo growled and snarled. He surged up and into her, cramming his knot into her socket with one vindictive push. Harriot roared at the sudden pleasure and pain, pulling her legs tighter around her master’s masculine waist. She wanted more, needed more. She’d had a taste of his knot and now needed it buried as far inside her as it would go.

“She loves it, master,” Toni said from Apollo’s side. “She loves you.” The shepherd paused to sigh, reminiscing of the pounding she’d received prior. “She’ll make an excellent mother to your young. She yearns for it.”

Apollo didn’t answer; he gritted his teeth and laid every inch he had into the lioness. Harriot’s tail wrapped around his neck, tugging at him, almost demanding he get closer to her and expend every possible millimeter of his member. In truth, he hadn’t any more to give. His monster cock was buried so far within her that her abdomen bulged with his mighty member. Toni’s eyes bulged as much, such was her awe at Harriot’s endurance.

Harriot roared again as an other-worldly orgasm rocked her leonine body. Her claws dug into the plastic casing of the slot machine, peeling the varnish off, not to mention the decal wrap beneath. The sounds of their raucous mating rushed away as her heartbeat pounded in her ears. The unrelenting sensation of orgasmic bliss exploded like atom bombs in her brain, washed over her like a hurricane, and shook her like an earthquake. Her spirit transcended this earthy plane to a place where the Doberman arguably originated from. Somewhere where anything was possible, and she could be a goddess.

Apollo wasn’t far behind her. He felt the roiling pressure build in his member as Harriot’s hot, slick, velvety walls squeezed the life from it. He growled, then howled as he erupted inside her, filling her to the brim with jet after jet of hot seed. The first few pulses of his superior cock bulged her belly even further, then sprayed out around his member, staining his slacks. She’d be dribbling cum from her pussy for days when he was through with her, and nine months later, she’d be giving birth to his cubs, all imbued with a lesser version of his near-boundless power.

Apollo had to agree with Toni. She would make a great mother.

He let his cock marinate inside her, holding her against the slot machine and its sticky case, the plastic now glazed with their musky fluids.

“Wow,” Toni marveled. “She took all of that…” The shepherd turned her muzzled face up at Apollo’s, the Doberman showing only hints of fatigue. His breaths came long and steady. “She’s such a good girl!”

“That she is,” Apollo murmured. He cleared his throat, then continued. “You both are. You’ve excelled at everything I could ask of you.” He stopped and pulled his cock out of Harriot, grunting. Harriot’s long, satisfied moan drowned out his sounds. She sagged until her toes touched the floor. Her shaking, quivering legs barely held her aloft as she leaned against the machine, still panting. Toni hopped in place, her arms still wrapped around his side.

“Thank you, master!” Toni cried.

“You’re most welcome,” Apollo grumbled, shaking the excited Shiloh from his flank. “However, I’m not done with you two yet.” He looked back and forth between them, Toni bobbing up and down with glee, cum staining the fur of her inner leg, and Harriot, beyond spent as she forced herself to stand, legs drenched with seed. Her leonine tongue hung from her open maw, and steamy huffs of breath flowed forth. The lioness’s eyelids sagged like she might collapse, falling fast asleep while standing.

“I have other tasks I require of you. You’ve proved worthy of taking on the mantle of ‘herald.’ You, and others like you, will be the vanguard for my arrival in this world.”

Toni looked on in rapt fascination and total devotion like she was listening to her most revered human celebrity. Harriot began straightening up, pulling the lower hem of her dress down over her messy thighs.

“What do you require of us, master?” Harriot asked, craning her head upward to look him in the eyes. Her voice was hoarse, but her tone spoke of the seriousness and dedication that matched the look she gave him.

“Leave this place and begin changing others. Show them my ways until we meet again. You have enough of me inside you now that you should be able to do so at will. So go forth and spread my will across this world before me.” He casually spread his arms to either side of himself as if gesturing to his own magnificence.

“As you wish, master,” Harriot replied, her head already filling with wicked ideas. A self-satisfied grin spread across her muzzle, signifying she was already returning to her brazenly lustful self. Toni bounced up and down on her paw pads, barely containing her excitement.

“I know just the person for my first transformation, master!” Toni added. Apollo looked upon her with a cheeky smirk.

“And who would that be, girl?” He asked.

“My roommate!”

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Derrick’s thumbs twitched across his gaming controller with precision and speed, the very particular mashing of buttons commanding his on-screen character to perform various blocks, jumps, and combos. His eyes stayed glued to the flatscreen TV, watching his character beat the ever-loving pulp out of his opponent’s character with much satisfaction. The poor bastard never stood a chance.

A self-satisfied smirk crawled across his face, knowing victory was only a few hits away.

His eyes flickered toward the hallway that led to the foyer. The deadbolt on the front door unlocked, the deep click of its motion surprising him a little. Derrick put it out of his mind. It had to be Tony; no one else had a key to their apartment. After the moment of distraction passed, he focused all his attention back on the game, for he was about to land the killing blow.

The door creaked open, and the hallway light from outside their front door poured into the foyer before vanishing again.

“Back already?” Derrick asked, speaking up over the action happening on-screen. No answer came from the foyer, so he spoke again. “I’m used to you coming home after I’ve already passed out.”

There was still no answer. Derrick punched in the combo he needed to finish off his opponent.

“Tony?” He asked again. He furrowed his brow, turning his game down and listening to the shuffling from the foyer. Something padded slowly across the hardwood floor down the hallway, the clicking of bestial nails on the varnished surface giving away its approach. “Tony?” He repeated. “Is that you?” Derrick was getting nervous. He reached across the coffee table for his beer and took a sip before returning it. Some movement entered his peripheral vision, and he looked to the hallway’s mouth, looking to where he expected Tony to be standing.

It was not Tony…

Derrick spit his beer out in disbelief at the sight before him. It was some sort of…dog woman dressed in a short, white, flowy cocktail dress that displayed most of her legs and bust. Despite how little the dress covered, its style allowed her to retain a modicum of class.

Derrick had trouble keeping his eyes off of her. She was absolutely stunning…at least for a dog person. Wait… No… The whole idea was ludicrous, impossible. It had to be a costume. Even if it wasn’t, who was this person who had just let herself into their apartment?

“Uh, who the fuck are you, and why are you wearing that outfit? Like, not just the dress, but the fursuit, too? Did Tony put you up to this? Is he just around the corner?” Derrick leaned over in his seat and tried peering down the dark hallway to the foyer. That’s when the creature spoke.

“Oh, Derrick, you silly boy. I’m Tony!” She barked. “Well, Toni, with an ‘I’ instead of the ‘Y,’ that is. She rocked back and forth on her feet’s leathery pads as she awaited Derrick’s response. Derrick just scoffed.

“Yeah, alright, sure, ‘Tony.’” He replied incredulously, returning to his game, which had backed out to the multiplayer lobby.

“It is me, Derrick!” Toni exclaimed. Derrick replied without looking up from his game.

“Sure, man. You look and sound nothing like Tony. I’ve lived with him for three years now, and I know he’s several inches taller than you. Plus, he doesn’t sound like a bimbo.” Toni disregarded his logic with a few waves of her hand.

“Oh, Derrick. Always the skeptic. For your information, I had a life-changing experience at the casino tonight. It…enlightened me. Now I’m reborn because of my master, Apollo.” She stopped to giggle. “He’s a Doberman.”

“Is that so…” Derrick murmured dismissively. Toni continued, oblivious to his sarcasm.

“Yes! He changed me, just like he changed Harriot. Then he bred us!” She exclaimed. Darrick’s eyebrow rose.

“He what?”

Toni hopped up and down on the balls of her feet. “He bred us! Good and deep and full! He gave us his puppies, and along with them, he gave us some of his powers!” She sauntered closer to him, swaying her hips. Derrick frowned.

“Welp, that’s the most fucked up thing I think I’ll hear this week.” He said, utterly in awe of her words, spoken so flippantly.

“Do you want me to show you what it’s like?”

Derrick’s head turned so he could flash her a disgusted glare. “You want to breed me?!”

Toni giggled. “No, silly. I want to show you the gifts of change and the pleasure becoming something beyond human brings!” The Shiloh Shepherd bounced in place as she explained her reasoning. She paused to giggle again. “Besides, I can’t breed you with my lady parts.”

Derrick’s eyes sunk downward, checking for the tell-tale signs of a bulge. There were none. He nearly considered reaching out and grabbing between her legs just for the hell of it, just to show Tony what happened when he messed with him. But he opted not to, his conscience reminding him he wasn’t a total creep.

“Pass,” He murmured, returning to the TV. Toni scrunched her face up at him.

“You’re no fun, mister ‘plays games all day and never leaves the house.’” She rounded the leather couch and leaned over the backrest behind him, resting on her crossed arms. She leaned forward a little and whispered into his ear. “How about we play a fun little game?”

“I’m already playing a fun little game. It’s called Fatal Combat.”

“What if we upped the stakes a little.”

“How?”

“What if…every time you lost, I get to change you a little? Like Apollo changed me?”

Derrick scoffed, perceiving her bet as nothing more than a harmless fantasy. He’d be willing to indulge this floozy, knowing that Tony had clearly convinced her to put on a costume and fuck with him. “Ok, sure. I doubt you’ll be ‘changing’ much, though. I’m kinda good at this. I’ve placed pretty high in a few tournaments.”

“Well, you shouldn’t have any problems then, right?” Toni goaded, a sly smile stretching across her muzzle. “You’ll come out of this unscathed.”

“You’re on, dog lady. But if I win every match, I get you in my bed tonight. Deal?”

Toni stifled a chuckle. “Oh, we’ll be in bed together, that’s for sure.” She thought. “Deal,” She agreed. “Show me your stuff, stud.”

“Gladly,” Derrick replied. He pressed the matchmaking button and waited for another opponent to join his lobby.

The match started, and as usual, Derrick came out strong. He got through the first round without his opponent landing so much as a few blows. Derrick felt pretty confident in his abilities as a fighting gamer, but so did Toni about her skills as a good girl and herald to her master.

As the second round began, Derrick’s character came out swinging. Toni leaned into his ear, taking tiny love nibbles of his earlobes and whispering sweet nothings into his ears. “I want you to give me a second litter of pups.” And “I’m gonna ride you until I howl.” It strained Derrick’s nerves, not to mention his pants. Did this chick really like him this much? Was this some sort of erotic early birthday gift from Tony? It seemed that no matter if he won or lost, this strange dog woman would be bouncing off his headboard by night’s end. Her subtle interactions with him proved distracting enough as the round concluded with his character being disembodied.

“You know? I never said you could distract me.” Derrick playfully mentioned.

“You never said I couldn’t.” Toni rebutted, sticking her tongue out and licking behind his ear. Derrick giggled at the moist tickling until Toni retracted her tongue. Derrick straightened up, preparing for the final round.

The round started, and Derrick made every effort to beat down his opponent. His efforts, however, were impeded down to his every move. Toni nipped at his ear when he’d jump, moan when he’d punch, lick up his neck when he’d block. She was unbelievably distracting, but Derrick couldn’t help but feel as much enticed as frustrated. He’d be throwing his controller at the screen had her touches not felt so…pleasing.

One last hit by his opponent, and Derrick was done. He watched his character and his chances of bedding the ‘dog lady’ getting eviscerated on screen with gritted teeth. She relented from him, and without her soothing touches subduing his temper, his irritation got the better of him.

“Looks like you lost, silly boy. Guess I get to change something about you.” Toni teased, her voice dripping with sensuality. Derrick turned in his seat to face her, fuming mad, his face reflecting his anger.

“I’d be able to actually play if you weren’t bothering me the whole time!” he exclaimed. Toni just shut her eyes and flashed him a toothy grin, her lips stretching over her muzzle and displaying all her canine teeth. She then blew a short breath in his face. Derrick winced as her breath broke across his skin. It smelled like wildflowers and perfume. It was intoxicating, and he couldn’t help but breathe it in.

Suddenly, Derrick didn’t feel as angry as he did a moment ago. He almost forgot why he’d scolded her before. She giggled, and Derrick’s ears swiveled to pick up the sound. His new ears…

He was oblivious to how his ears had hiked up his head and settled amongst his scalp. They were triangular in shape and stood attentive from their new spot. Derrick blinked, unsure what to say. “Uhh…” He muttered. Toni giggled again.

“Aren’t you gonna play another round?” she asked. The mention of Derrick’s game seemed to snap him from his stupor.

“Oh, uh, yeah.” A smug smirk crept across his face. “Yeah. And I’m gonna show you how a pro does it.” He turned back to the TV and readied himself, hitting quickplay to match with another user. “Just don’t distract me this time. Ok?”

“Sure,” Toni murmured, resting her head on her folded arms and turning her attention to the screen as he started his match. “I’ll try…”

Derrick’s thumbs clicked over the buttons as he fought his opponent. It wasn’t long before Toni returned to her tricks. Her hands dipped downward, slipping from the couch cushion onto his waist. “Such a serious gamer you are, Derrick, trying to focus on that win.”

His belly shivered, unaccustomed to the touch of another. He fumbled a combo, and his opponent pressed the advantage. Toni’s hands ventured further down, sliding down to his legs, coming dangerously close to his crotch. Her slender hands treated his form just right, even over his hoodie and sweatpants. Derrick swallowed a lump in his throat. His focus wavered again, and his opponent beat him into the dirt.

“Already one down, silly boy? I thought you said you were good?” Toni teased, her tone lazy and sensual. Derrick blinked, trying to bring his attention back to the game but failing miserably. Her hand brushed lightly across his crotch, grazing his bulge. Her muzzle rested on his shoulder, and she turned her eyes down to the center of her own attention. “I think losing your first round should count as losing, silly boy.”

“Th-that’s not what we agreed on,” Derrick mumbled. He wouldn’t dare stop what she was doing. He couldn’t if he tried. Her hand strayed on his bulge now, fingers gripping it ever so slightly. His heart raced, and he started the next round of his game.

Derrick put up a concerted effort to fight the other player. In his struggle, he failed to notice the cracking of his legs as they began taking on a shape more to Toni’s liking and —at least she hoped— Apollo’s liking. Her snout took up more and more space on his shoulders as they narrowed.

His baggy hoodie, which appeared to be tenting outward at his chest, obscured the pinching of his waist from her view. However, Toni knew it was happening all the same. After all, she was the one reshaping him to her whim. Derrick had no idea. He chalked up the pleasurable sensations of his transformations to Toni caressing his manhood. Poor Derrick. He hadn’t a clue how feminized his body had already become. Although, he wouldn’t think of himself as ‘poor’ for long. Soon, ‘she’ would feel like the luckiest kitten in the world.

A grunt escaped Derrick’s lips when Toni squeezed his bulge as Derrick’s character was pushed past its final hit point. His opponent finished him in a gruesome display, and Toni *tsk*ed at his defeat. “Looks like you lost again.” She teased. “Are you even trying?”

The question puzzled Derrick. Was he even trying anymore? He should be destroying his opponents. But something inside him didn’t care. It wanted him to lose. The more Toni played with him –the more she worked him like the controller held in his hands— the more he wanted to lose, too. He felt better with each loss, so why not push things to the next level?

“Welp, you know what that means, silly boy. I get to change you again.” Toni stated cheerily. “Just relax while I work and shift you further into your new form.

“Y-yeah,” Derrick replied absentmindedly. He thought nothing of what she meant. Instead, he hit the button to join another lobby. The quiet popping of rapidly growing bone emitted from his face as it extended further into his vision, his soon-to-be muzzle. His body temperature progressively increased, and had he looked down from his game for a moment, he might have noticed the fur emerging from his skin like a freshly seeded lawn. It grew thicker and thicker, like fuzzy moss, colored white with splotches of copper orange, brown, and with black on his face and back.

Toni couldn’t see most of it with Derrick’s clothes still on, but from what she could of his hands and face, it was coming in just to her liking. She groped the boy while he changed, turning her eyes back to the screen before them, awaiting the subsequent loss that would bring on a few more significant changes.

Derrick stared at the screen, barely reacting to his opponent’s attacks. The transformations warping his body felt so good that he’d rather sit and enjoy them. He wished to experience even more of them, oblivious to their source. Derrick watched his character get beaten to a pulp, another round over in less than twenty seconds.

“It’s like you want this, Derrick. You silly boy.” Toni murmured, licking over his neck fur. Derrick whimpered, unable to reply appropriately in his current stupor. Their ears twitched at the sudden tearing of his socks as they burst from his altered feet, their new claws, joints, and size too much for the fabric to bear. “You might be losing, but you’re gonna gain so much more,” Toni whispered.

The next round started, and Toni slipped her hand inside Derrick’s sweatpants. She wriggled her fingers under the waistband of his boxer briefs and took hold of his member. It was as stiff as could be and slick with precum. Toni eagerly stroked his cock, the enamored boy gasping and grunting as the extra sensations assaulted his body, much like his opponent assaulted his barely moving character.

The match was over quickly. Derrick lost another one. Toni looked on with zealous eyes as she stroked him off. She worked her new magic into him, and the stiff member wrapped in her grasp began shrinking.

“F-fuck.” Derrick moaned. His voice had a higher pitch now, and his moan escaped his plumping lips with the whoreish tone of a lust-thirsty bitch.

“Oh, silly me. I forgot I was supposed to be adding things, wasn’t I?” Toni said in a hushed tone. Derrick couldn’t tell if she was teasing him or genuinely forgot whatever it was she was supposed to have done. All he knew was his nipples tingled with the thousand tiny pinpricks of electric sensation, buzzing as they grazed the inside of his hoodie, gradually tenting it more and more as his softened muscle tissue expanded and new, fuzzy breasts emerged. “There we go, much better.” She leaned over the back rest and excitedly brought her hands to his expanding chest, feeling out the round shape of Derrick’s new ‘assets.’

Toni watched the screen again. Derrick hadn’t begun another game yet. He was just sitting there, enjoying the feeling of Toni’s paws groping his new mounds. while his game menu waited for him to enter a command. The corner of Toni’s mouth curled into a smirk. She had him in the palm of her paws.

“Aren’t you gonna play another one?” She placed her muzzle close to his ear so she could whisper straight into it, tickling his eardrum with the sibilance of her words. “We can’t finish you off if you don’t lose another game, Derrick.” Derrick shivered. The idea of becoming complete resonated throughout his being, and he yearned to be whole.

“Y-you’re right, Toni. I… I need to be finished off.” Derrick replied in his newly pitched voice, matching how his body had feminized. He was barely male at this point and definitely not human. His feline face pushed whiskers outward from his jowls, and his pupils narrowed into slits. His long, slender tail extruded as an extension of his spine. It wriggled its way up between his back and the couch, tickling Toni’s face as she whispered her sweet, manipulative words into his triangular ears and fondled his soft, ample bosom. Derrick’s new tail then snaked into the top of Toni’s dress, slithering between Toni’s tits and curling around her right one, squeezing between fabric and fur to tease the pink flesh of her nipple. Toni cooed in delight.

Derrick started another round, utterly intent on losing as fast as possible. He wanted to be complete, to be finished. He wanted to feel everything Toni had to offer… And so much more. The matchmaking shunted him into the next game, and Derrick got ready to lose like he’d never lost before.

The round started, and Toni’s left hand reached back down into Derrick’s sweatpants, her fingers touching what little there was left of his cock. She touched it like Derrick might have thumbed his toggle sticks had he not thrown the game. Derrick leaned his head back and let Toni do her thing, listening to the beating his character was indeed receiving. It wasn’t long before he heard the sound of the execution, signaling that he’d just lost another round.

“Good girl.” Toni praised. A shutter crawled up Derrick’s furry body. She moaned in her new voice. Toni’s fingers pressed into Derrick’s reconfiguring genitals. Her cock was but a nub now, gradually sinking into its fleshy hood. Her testes had already receded into the broader space between her legs, her shriveling sack splitting and changing hue, leaving Derrick with a new set of slick, rosy pussy lips.

Toni’s fingers dug into the empty space between her fuzzy calico legs, filling the new girl’s eager hole. Derrick cried out in bliss.

“Mrrrroooowwwww!” She shrieked toward the ceiling, arching her back and kneading her claws into the couch fabric and hardwood floor. Toni’s other hand snuck under the feline’s hoodie, grasping a handful of kitty titty. She pinched Derrick’s new, sensitive nub between her middle and index fingers, eliciting more squeals from her kitten.

“Wow,” Toni remarked, pausing to giggle. “You didn’t even need to finish that match. You’re already finished!” She paused to giggle again, losing herself to the joys of having turned someone just as Apollo had turned her.

Apollo… Her master… Their master….

“I think we’ll have to give you a new name, kitten.” Toni said, digging her fingers deeper into Derrick’s pussy to the tune of another shrill *Mrrroooowww!* “Derrick is no name for a cute little lady kitten like you. What do you think your new name should be?” Her tone had a teasing nip, almost mocking her as much as doting her.

“D-Dinah!” Derrick shouted between joyous elations.

“Dinah?” Toni pondered. “That’s a cute name, Dinah. Much better than Derrick, in my opinion.” Her fingers wiggled inside Dinah’s pussy, wriggling as far as they could go. Dinah pushed her hips off the couch so Toni could gain more leverage. Toni used every bit of space she could, cramming a third finger inside the new girl and bearing down on her G-spot. The heel of her palm pressed against her clitoris, smoothing over it and giving Dinah the last few sparks that would ignite her first female orgasm.

The girl came harder than she ever had as a boy…

“Oh, god!” She screamed. Toni leaned into one of Dinah’s triangular ears.

“Apollo is your god now, Dinah. He’s the reason for all of our gifts. Praise our canine master like a good girl.”

Dinah’s body quaked. She nodded in complete agreement, in total abasement. “Y-yes! Master Apollo! Thank you so much!”

“Tell him how much you love him, sweetie.” Toni crooned.

“I…I love you, Apollo! I love being a good little kitten!” Dinah cried.

Dinah’s body flooded with an overwhelming joy that she couldn’t put into thought. Everything felt perfect in those moments, her fur, Toni’s breath, the stale air of her apartment, the background music of her game. She knew her purpose, and her purpose was to serve Master Apollo. It felt so right to do so. It completed her.

Toni suddenly withdrew her hands from Dinah, terminating the delightful sensations wracking her body. Dinah gave a confused *mrow?* and turned her head back to the Shiloh Shepard with a puzzled look, barely breaking through the wince forced on her by her waning climax. Toni vaulted over the back of the couch, landed next to Dinah, and lounged against the armrest with a throw pillow cushioning her.

She splayed her legs so her white dress would push up, displaying her damp panties to the room. The canine girl stroked her fingers over her panties, gazing at the panting, quivering Dinah as she came down from her orgasm.

“How do you feel? Now that you’re the ‘new you,’” She asked, nibbling her lower lip as she touched herself. Dinah could barely answer. She was a post-orgasmic mess.

“V-very…g-good…” was all she could muster. Toni nodded in agreement. She knew exactly how the new Calico felt. Apollo had shown her only an hour or two ago. She couldn’t wait to introduce Dinah to him. She hoped with all her heart that he’d be proud of her.

Toni stuck her sticky fingers in her maw, sucking them as she pulled them slowly from her mouth. Dinah’s panting slowed as she finally regained her breath. The two looked at each other, the only sound coming from the game, having returned to the main menu long ago.

“You taste good.” Toni complemented. Dinah gave one last sigh before responding.

“Thanks,” She replied.

“You made me hungry. Wanna order a pizza?” she asked.

“Sure,” Dinah giggled before replying again.

“I bet we can have some fun with the delivery driver when they get here,” Toni added, her sly look matching her tone. Dinah shot her a cheeky grin of her own.

“I bet we could.”

Toni reached for Dinah’s phone. “One pepperoni pizza and soon-to-be fuzzy lady coming right up.” She quipped. Dinah giggled again. Her cheeky grin twisted into something wicked.

“Don’t forget to add the ‘Minaj et toi.’”

The two girls laughed as Toni dialed the number for their local pizza place, excited for much-needed food and a new devotee for their master.

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A few knocks came from the door. Dinah and Toni’s ears rotated toward the sound from their spots on the couch. Their bodies were twisted around each other like pretzels while their muzzles were locked in a tight embrace. Their hips ground against the others, mashing their newly acquired womanhood together while adding to the already copious stain blotting the fabric below them. The two parted lips to turn their full attention to the door, where their pizza –and new playmate— had arrived.

“The pizza’s here!” Dinah cheered happily. Toni turned her head back to Dinah and flashed her sly look.

“And so is our soon-to-be good girl.” She added sultrily. Dinah’s expression mirrored Toni’s. The two untangled their limbs and stood up from the couch, trotting happily to the door. Toni took hold of the knob and flashed Dinah a smug grin.

“Let’s see who the lucky girl is, shall we?”

Dinah held her tightened fists before her chest in excitement, ready to enjoy Toni’s transmorphic powers from the other side for the first time. “Yes! Open it!”

Toni turned the knob, and the door swung open. The two filled the open doorway, eager to meet the human. What they saw surprised them despite everything they’d already experienced that night.

A woman, no older than twenty-four or twenty-five, held three large pizza boxes that exuded many delicious aromas. They could almost see the scents wafting out the sides. That wasn’t the only scent tickling their noses. They smelled the tell-tale scent of bitch in heat, and for good reason.

The woman stood there, a canine proto-muzzle stretching her face. A long, broad tongue bobbed in and out of her open maw as she panted. Patches of grey fur had sprouted around her neck and cheeks. Her ears were now atop her head, their triangular shapes twitching but remaining poised toward her customers. Her breasts must have grown, too, as she had too slim a frame to warrant the amount of cleavage bursting through her shirt collar and billowing against the cardboard stacked in her arms.

The two gazed downward, noticing some movement from behind her. It was the girl’s bushy, grey tail, flapping back and forth wildly, giving away her excitement more than her panting and musky smell ever could.

“D-did you girls order the-these p-pizzas?” the girl stammered, having trouble speaking with her growing muzzle and restraining her lust-addled body.

Toni and Dinah turned their heads toward each other, and Toni cocked hers in confusion. “She’s already halfway there, Dinah.”

“Yeah,” Dinah replied. “Did you do this?” Toni thought for a moment.

“I must have. All that lezzing out on the couch must have activated a passive part of my powers, like an aura.” She paused to giggle, finding her following conclusion rather humorous. “We were doing that on the couch for half an hour. If she looks like this already, the whole apartment building must be filled with ‘former humans.’”

It was Dinah’s turn to giggle. She bit her lip, overjoyed that she’d played a part in transforming so many different humans…into something better…

“C-can I…join you?” The delivery girl asked. Toni and Dinah leaned against opposite sides of the doorway by their arms, their free hands trailing down their new bodies. They leered at the girl with predatory eyes.

“Oh, you can join us, my dear.” Dinah purred.

“In so many ways,” Toni added.

Toni and Dinah growled just before they pounced on the half-wolf, grabbing her and pulling her into the apartment, pizza and all. The door closed behind them, leaving nothing in the hallway but the muffled sounds of ferocious carnality. No one would hear them, however, as all the residents of Toni and Dinah’s apartment block were long taken by their own bestial lusts.

For Toni, it would be a bountiful claim for her master. The wonderful, perfect master…

Apollo…