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Cassidy had never really felt like he belonged anywhere at all. Not at university, at least, where he’d mostly been alone and hadn’t been invited to any parties. And not in high school before that either. He’d never really had what he’d call a friend group, or a community of peers or whatever the professors called it. The kind of safe space people talked about feeling like they belonged in, where they could express themselves freely. An artists’ commune, a special interest group, a club, or just a circle of close friends. Cassidy didn’t have that.

It didn’t bother him all that much, honestly. He was used to always being alone. There was something wrong with him, a shyness mixed with a gloomy disinterest in most things people found fun, even if he on some level longed for them. He might, for example, imagine a group of friends cuddled up together watching a movie, and as long as it remained in that diffuse twilight zone of half-dreams, it seemed like the best thing ever. But when the thought merged back into reality, he was forced to confront the fact that he wasn’t close enough to anyone to do that with.

Sometimes that realization made him cry. And Cassidy didn’t like crying, so he forced himself to just not think about it.

But that was how his life went; the few times that he did get invited to do something in college, it was always something like getting wasted at a frat party, or going to play some impromptu football, and he certainly wasn’t into those ideas either. Or going to the gym. Every other man in his class was obsessed with the damn gym to a near narcissistic degree, and while he certainly could find them attractive, Cassidy preferred not even looking at himself in the mirror. About the only thing he was fine with was his species; he was an otter, and that was it.

He really, really didn’t like looking at himself in the damn mirror.

He didn’t like himself. He didn’t like his body, and he had a fairly good idea of why that might be_._ At first, he’d thought it was because he was bisexual in a place where almost nobody was. His diary was full of those woes. But no, he didn’t like himself because his body was male.

Yeah. He knew how that sounded. It was why he didn’t mention it to anyone, ever. It was silly to think he would want to be a woman. He certainly hadn’t heard of any other men expressing desires like that, but every time he thought of it, it felt like his heart was afire with sheer longing. He wanted to have tits. Maybe a pussy, too. Long hair, which he didn’t quite dare grow out. He wanted to wear makeup, to do all the stereotypical things that women did.

But of course, nothing could change the grim reality that he had a male body, and nothing could really change that. Even if he somehow faked having breasts, he’d still have a cock, and that mismatch would, he told himself, only make him feel worse about what he didn’t have. So, it was a catch-22, and a preposterous idea to begin with. Those desires remained in his diary, read by nobody – not even Cassidy himself – after he wrote them down.

Or so he thought.

When he had woken up that very morning, he had assumed that it’d be yet another day of the same. He’d go to school, he’d go to his classes and talk to nobody, and then he’d come home and sit by his computer. He’d eat there, too. It beat having to set up anywhere else when he’d be by his computer soon after anyway, and it wasn’t as if he had anyone to have dinner with, but fate, it seemed, had other plans.

On his way out of the dorm room he called home, he noticed a letter at his doorstep. Someone had slid it under the door, in a pink envelope. Cassidy raised an eyebrow. It looked almost like a love letter. Gingerly, he picked it up, noting the rather impressive handwriting on the front – it simply read To Cassidy – and opened it.

Inside was a short letter. He held it up in the light filtering through half-closed blinds and read it.

“Hello Cassidy,

We’ve noticed that you might be a little different to most ‘boys’. That’s a good thing! You’re not alone, either. So, we’d like to invite you to one of the campus’ more clandestine clubs, so to speak. It’s called the Pleasure Society. If you’d like to join…”

Cassidy had to stop for a moment as he tried to process what he was reading. Yes, he was certainly different, but how could anyone else notice that? He didn’t talk to anyone here, nor did he really dress in any sort of special way. Still, there was something about the letter that compelled him to keep reading. He hoped it wasn’t a scam, specifically because it sparked that rare glint of hope in his heart. A hope for something, though he wasn’t entirely sure what.

“…if you’d like to join, simply come to the big mansion outside of campus. It’s about a mile’s walk to the east, in the forested area. You can’t miss it!

See you there!

XX”

Well, it was the kind of invitation that you only got if you were either about to be initiated into a secret society, maybe a cult, or about to be brutally murdered. Cassidy didn’t feel terribly concerned about the latter. While his isolation meant that he didn’t have many friends, it also meant he didn’t have any enemies, either. But there was something about the letter that compelled him. Maybe it was the faint smell of sweet perfume about it. Maybe it was the flourished handwriting. Or maybe it was the promise, however unlikely, that he’d have a place where he felt like he belonged.

That hint of a promise was enough to ensure that he would go, though he didn’t expect much to happen at all. It was probably just another one of the university clubs, maybe in this one they did psychedelics instead of alcohol.

Still.

He knew he wouldn’t forgive himself if he didn’t check it out.

His classes were spent in daydreams, which was rather unlike him. Though yes, he was stuck in his fantasies a lot – fantasies of worlds in which everything could be better, most of all his deplorable body – that rarely overlapped with his studies. The otter always focused on his studies. Except today, it seemed. He was paying more attention to the dust floating in a ray of light in the lecture hall than he was to the class itself.

But even though it felt like the last class would never end, it did. By the time he left the classroom, it was already dark outside, which made that I’m about to get murdered feeling much stronger as Cassidy left the university building and took the streetlight-lit path into the nearby woods.

It was alright, he told himself. If this was a simple robbery, he would know to never trust anyone or anything again. If it wasn’t, maybe he’d make some new friends. So what if it was some kind of weird cult? It’d be better than being all alone. “The Pleasure Society” at least sounded, well, pleasant. He idly wondered if they had orgies, and the thought made his cock twitch in his pants.

He was so touch-starved that he could hardly bear to think about such possibilities. But first, he had to actually find the place. The road continued east, with the carefully kept park grounds of the university gradually becoming a little overgrown as he went. It was still part of the campus, or at least he thought it had to be, but it was the part where nobody really visited except the biology students doing studies on flora and fauna.

There- in the distance! An old mansion. If Cassidy remembered his history correctly, it had been where the first headmaster of the university lived. Then, after his death, it had been the groundskeeper’s home. Nowadays, it was used for university clubs, and apparently, putting two and two together, the Pleasure Society, whatever kind of organization it was, was the current occupant.

Trepidant, Cassidy made his way to the front door. From inside wafted a faint fragrance of incense, though the otter wasn’t enough of an enthusiast to know what kind. It smelled a little like burning flowers and musk. He heard soft voices, muffled by the door, so at least someone was in there. He hesitated again, bringing his fist up but not immediately daring to knock, unsure of what he was getting himself into.

At least it sounded more like a fun social time than a murder cult inside, though. No screaming, no gunshots, and no last rattling breaths.

He knocked on the door, knowing that the longer he waited, the more he’d hesitate. Seconds later, it was opened by a deer. A very feminine deer, clad only in a nightshirt that extended halfway down her thighs. That is to say, she was almost naked, and Cassidy quickly averted his eyes, though not before glancing at her rather heavy-looking and shapely breasts. Warm air washed over him, along with the scent of incense.

“So, who are you?” the deer squeaked. “Wait, wait, you’re the new g… the new person, right? What’s your name again? Cassidy or something? Yeah, Eleanor wanted to invite you, so come on in!”

“Um, I don’t really know what I’m uh, doing here,” Cassidy stuttered, trying very hard to not stare at the broad-shouldered but almost divinely curvy deer. He was blushing, and realizing that made him blush harder.

“Well, you’re here to join the Pleasure Society, hun. Now, come on in, take a seat, let’s get you comfortable. Eleanor will have some questions for you. An introduction and interview, so to speak!”

She turned around, and walked, hips swaying, into the house. Cassidy followed, closing the door behind him. It was all dimly lit inside; about the level of candlelight, though with multi-colored lights that made the whole mansion feel very sensual and mysterious. The scent of incense grew stronger, too, until they eventually reached a living room, where several more girls were gathered around a console, busy playing some video game while also very intimately cuddled up with each other. They paused the moment Cassidy entered and turned to look at him.

He found himself rather tongue-tied. The room’s floor was covered in blankets, pillows, and plushies, and the dimly lit lighting made it feel even cozier. The soft-looking girls didn’t exactly make it less so, either, and as always, Cassidy found himself painfully jealous of how they looked. He also felt like an intruder, as if he’d just walked into a space purely for women uninvited.

Before anyone could say anything, a vixen walked into the room. She was wearing a long, flowing dress that probably would’ve been sheer if the lighting had been brighter.

“Hi!” she exclaimed, sitting down on a sofa and patting it, smiling as Cassidy awkwardly sat down next to her. “I’m Eleanor. Current club president. The person who sent you that letter? That was me. So, I’m going to ask you a few questions…”

“Can I ask one first? Am I, uh, in the right place? Because like, I’m… a man, if you didn’t…” Cassidy began to reply and then trailed off. The idea that all these beautiful women had somehow mistaken him for one of them was pleasant, but it felt improper to play along, if that was what was happening.

“You’re in the right place, don’t worry,” Eleanor beamed. “Just relax. We don’t bite.”

“O-okay. You wanted to ask me questions?” Cassidy asked, though he still felt decidedly out of place, like a fish out of water, or for how warm and intimate the space felt, like a snowball in a red-hot oven. “What k-kind?”

“Well, first of all. Do you often fantasize about being a woman?” Eleanor asked. The other girls giggled at the sight of blood suddenly escaping Cassidy’s face, leaving the otter an almost ashen, desaturated shade of grey. “Well, I’ll take that as a yes, if you don’t care to elaborate.”

Eleanor bit her lip to not laugh, too. The last thing, she figured, that this poor otter needed was to be laughed at, but he looked so shocked at the vixen seemingly reading “his” innermost fantasies.

“No, I want to answer,” Cassidy squeaked, his voice rising to an awkward prepubescent whine. “I do, and I don’t know why.”

“Well, well, we just might know why. But first, next question,” Eleanor grinned. The colored lighting made her orange fur almost phosphorescent and nearly hypnotic, with the way the lighting rippled along each individual hair.

Two more girls passed by, busy chatting happily to each other, and both naked. Cassidy refused to look, only seeing them in the periphery of his vision. Maybe this was simply a nudist commune. Everyone looked so incredibly comfortable with each other. On the other side, the two who had been gaming still had the game on pause and looked at the ongoing interview like it was the best show ever, while the deer sat down in a separate loveseat and paid equal attention.

“If you could press a button and instantly become a girl, would you?” Eleanor prodded, and again, Cassidy nearly choked on his answer. Did he? It was the thing he always fantasized about happening.

“Y-yes,” the otter replied. “But it can’t happen, so it’s pointless to fantasize. Like thinking about if you’d want to learn time travel-”

“Shush. It totally can happen. Well, most of it can,” Eleanor smiled. “Question three: Are you really so sheltered that you somehow grew up without hearing about transgendered people?”

Cassidy shook his head stiffly, meaning yes, and then he nodded as he realized it was the wrong answer. He didn’t like to think of himself as sheltered – he had grown up in a poor neighborhood and gone to a pretty rowdy and underfunded school – so he hadn’t heard of anything like whatever Eleanor just said. He felt a little self-conscious about it, given what a voracious learner he usually was.

Eleanor grinned. Ear to ear, this time, in a way that only foxes could. “If you’ll excuse the levity, I thought not. It's not a story the cis people would tell you. It's a…”

“El, please don’t, you’ve made that joke so many times,” the deer groaned. “I’m going to slap you right in the tits. Besides, it’s a serious moment for this poor egg.”

“Buzzkill,” Eleanor shot back. “Fine. So anyway, being transgender is when you’re born in the body of the wrong sex. Basically. It’s a bit more complicated than that. But your body doesn’t define what gender you are.”

“I mean, m-maybe,” Cassidy stuttered. He barely dared to think about what he was being told. “But even so, you wouldn’t have like, tits, or… you’d have a cock, still.”

“A cock, sure,” Eleanor smiled. She looked like something between a cheshire cat and a kitsune in the dim purple light. “But you could totally have breasts. It’s sort of what we do here at the Pleasure Society. Well, one thing we do, anyway. Brandy?”

Just as Cassidy was about to say no thanks, the deer from earlier spoke up.

“Well, like dear leader there said, it’s sort of a two-step program. First, we get you the tits, and then we get you comfortable with the rest, if you happen to be one of those people born in the wrong body. And it seems you are that, just like us,” the deer, whose name was evidently Brandy, explained.

“W-what do you mean, you’re all… um, were born as boys?” he stammered.

“No, but in male bodies, yes. It’s not that hard a concept, ya know,” Brandy giggled. “God, you look like more of a deer than I do. One right in the headlights, even.”

“But-”

“Yeah, but let’s take it one step at a time, alright? Would you be willing to give it a chance? Throw all that masculinity out with the spring cleaning and just be a girl like us? ‘cause the price of joining the Pleasure Society is having a pair of tits, like these,” Eleanor butted in, and then squeezed her own breasts playfully, which made Cassidy swallow hard. How she could be so comfortable doing things like that in front of strangers – male strangers even – Cassidy had no idea. “They’re sort of like a badge of honor and dedication, both. And a good shortcut to explaining to people that yeah, you’re a girl.”

“So how about it? Usually, it takes a while, but being that we’re all chemists and biologists here, well, except for the artsy girls, we developed a better way. We call it mega-estrogen,” Brandy added. “Sort of like a much faster version of what you’ll be taking eventually.”

“I still think super-estrogen was a better name,” Eleanor sighed. By now, the two gamers were just giggling as they watched and listened, cozied up with each other on the blankets. Cassidy briefly wondered if they were lovers. And if they had cocks, too.

“Well, either way, would you like to join the Pleasure Society?” Brandy asked. “Really, I’d recommend you do, or you’ll always be left wondering about the what-ifs and could’ve-beens.”

“I don’t know,” Cassidy choked out. God, he was almost sobbing at having to make such an immense choice all of a sudden. But this was his chance, wasn’t it? If the girls were right, that he was one of them– could he ever forgive himself for saying no? He desperately wanted to look like them. Even if they had all been born male, they had an undeniable femininity to them, each and every one.

Brandy sat down next to him and put an arm around his shoulders. “There, there,” she murmured. “How about we do it like this, so you don’t have to make an active choice?” she asked. And then she brought out a syringe and uncapped it.

“You can tell me to stop, and I will. But if you don’t, then you get to join the Pleasure Society, tits and all. Oh, don’t worry, I know you’ll love having them,” the deer told him, in soothing dulcet tones. “And you can thank me later.”

“What… what are people going to say?” the otter asked. He was sobbing now. “I can’t just… I’m a man, I’ll look ridiculous with…”

“Naw, you won’t. The hormones do some good work,” Brandy smiled, quickly swabbing Cassidy’s arm with some kind of antiseptic. “And you’ll have us, regardless of what people say. We girls stick together.”

Cassidy unwittingly rested his head on her shoulder. He was crying too much to reply, though he wasn’t even sure what he was crying for. Was he really so starved for affection that even this set off the waterworks? He didn’t even know if he could trust any of them, just that the former mansion was set up in a way that made him feel safe enough to cry regardless.

“That’s a lot of backed-up emotions,” one of the two gamers, a cheetah, spoke quietly.

“Yeah, kinda what happens these days with men not being allowed to show emotion, especially if they’re actually a girl,” her partner, a rabbit, replied. “You were like that too, by the way, so don’t be judging.”

“I know, I know, it’s just sad to see others go through it too. Hey otter, take the girl juice shot!” the cheetah chirped. “We all did except for like… the very first members!”

“Yeah, the first ones actually had to do it the really slow way with like, natural estrogen?” her partner asked, and the two eventually drifted back to talking to each other while Cassidy tried to stop sobbing.

“I’m not about to join a cult, am I?” he asked.

“Nope, just changing your gender. And then getting comfortable with your body,” Brandy assured him.

“Not in that sense, anyway,” Eleanor laughed. “I mean, the whole body positivity thing is kind of a cult.”

“All hail the pink energy drink, I guess. And the weed. And the whiskey?” Brandy suggested. “Hey, otter? I’m gonna plug the girl juice into you. This is gonna sting a little but then it should feel good again.”

“Are you s-sure that-”

Pinch. It hurt. The needle slipped into his arm and Brandy quickly pressed the plunger, flooding his veins with god-knows-what these strange women had concocted. It spread through him unlike anything he had ever felt before, and Brandy quickly pulled the syringe out again and pressed her fingers against the tiny wound.

“Sorry, but you wouldn’t forgive yourself if you didn’t do it, trust me. I almost missed my chance back then,” the deer murmured. “Now just relax and let the girl juice work its magic.”

It felt like warmth, that’s what it felt like. A little like the sensation of a shot of strong alcohol, only it spread from his arm instead of his belly. It felt soft and warm and… god, he didn’t really have any words for it, but it felt good. Then, he realized that he was slowly tipping over into Brandy’s lap. Despite the blush on his face, he could do nothing about it at all; his muscles simply didn’t respond, though at least he kept breathing. The deer guided his head into her lap.

“This is perfectly normal, too. Just relax. Let’s get this shirt off though…” she told him, in that same comforting tone she seemed to like keeping, and then, with Eleanor’s help, they pulled off his oversized hoodie, and then the t-shirt under that too. “Just so it doesn’t tear or anything. Your body’s going to change a bit.”

So they said. Cassidy didn’t really believe it. What kind of chemical could cause that kind of rapid change? Yet, he couldn’t help but feel comfortable in the deer’s lap. He almost felt at home. Maybe it was some slightly intoxicating effect of the “girl juice,” the otter reasoned, but for now, he didn’t mind enjoying it. The feeling of belonging was, to him, so rare that even an illusion was beautiful.

The warmth suffused his entire being, like a weird sensation of being wrapped in a blanket that didn’t exist. But it didn’t feel bad.

Someone else unbuttoned his jeans and pulled those off, too. He didn’t have the energy to resist, comfortable as he was. Between Brandy gently tracing her fingers over his face and through his hair, the otter was just about as comfortable as he had ever been. Even when he started to get hard, there was no immediate embarrassment. Not while the “juice” was still changing him.

He felt someone’s hand on his chest. It felt different than before. Lazily, Cassidy cracked his eyes open and watched his chest slowly, slowly swell outward, little buds developing just under his nipples first, and said nipples growing harder and bigger.

It felt wonderful, but by now, Cassidy was pretty sure he was just dreaming. This kind of thing didn’t happen in reality, and if it did, it certainly didn’t happen to him. He didn’t just find himself comfortable and naked between four beautiful women – and more that passed by occasionally to take a look at him – completely at ease with them touching him. He also didn’t suddenly grow breasts like this. By now, they looked like an A-cup, and the cheetah’s hand touching them felt rather divine too.

“She’s shaping up really pretty, isn’t she?” someone spoke, but the voice sounded both distorted and distant to the otter. Ah, it wasn’t important anyway. He felt so relaxed.

“Mm-hm. Let’s just hope she’ll like having tits. Your little interview isn’t exactly scientific,” someone else commented.

But Cassidy didn’t mind. He definitely liked the idea of having tits. Maybe it’d be a little awkward once he recovered from the drug-like haze he was under, he reasoned in slow and sluggish thoughts, but for now, he enjoyed watching his body slowly become a much more comfortable shape than the flat, hard, and masculine one he had been born with ever had been.

Everything felt like a disconnected series of events, perhaps related to each other in causality but having no firm bonds with anything else that was happening. Like a cloud, where each cool, soft molecule was doing its own thing and was in the same place only coincidentally, each floating independently in the air. More than that, even, it all felt like a dream. A dream through which he could hear various voices, all feminine.

“Always kinda hot to watch this too.”

“Remember how you weren’t even into girls before all this?”

“Well, the cocks make it a little easier, but yeah, I guess girls are just softer.”

“I still think it’s the shared experiences.”

“Yeah, we’re more attracted to that which is similar to us, every sexologist since the dawn of time has known that.”

The Club seemed to be not only for physical pleasure, but also a kind of lazy, masturbatory philosophical debate. Probably anything the regulars considered to be a pleasure, Cassidy dimly figured, but the two speakers certainly seemed to enjoy wrapping themselves in the comfortable distraction of philosophical observations.

But he did feel very soft, either way.

Next to him, someone moaned, loud enough that Cassidy opened his eyes again. Next to him, a couple of the girls – a pair he hadn’t seen before – had apparently gotten so excited by watching him that they were now playing with each other. One was holding a vibrating magic wand against the other’s… rather girthy cock. At first, it looked wrong to Cassidy, but they seemed perfectly comfortable with it. Everyone in the room seemed comfortable with it, acting as if it was simply no big deal that girls might have penises. To them, at least, it certainly wasn’t.

And it did look beautiful, once he had gotten over that initial reaction. The way her hard, lupine cock contrasted with the otherwise soft, feminine contours of her body. It was striking, and somehow it made that organ look a lot more feminine, too. Like a big clit or something. Maybe a girl could have that and be just fine. Watching the display of the wolf moaning as her cock got “buzzed” – in full comfort despite the growing audience – did something to Cassidy, certainly.

“She still awake?” someone asked. Brandy?

“A little out of it. But she’ll probably be in for a surprise when she wakes up, haha. Got bigger than me in just a few minutes,” another voice commented.

Bigger?

A rush of adrenaline did suddenly snap Cassidy out of the trance-like state he was in. Wait, she. They were all calling him she. It was far too early for that, even if he was trans. He didn’t look the part at all!

“Heeey, welcome back, sleeping beauty,” Eleanor purred as Cassidy suddenly struggled into a sitting position. He felt heavy. Or rather, his upper body felt heavy, and the rest of his body felt weaker than it usually did. It took some conscious effort to force himself into a sitting position.

Then he realized that everyone around him was naked.

Himself included.

“Okay, wanna see how you turned out? Cute AF, honestly,” Eleanor giggled. “Definitely cute enough, I think, so you can start thinking in different pronouns now. Presenting, too.”

She held up a mirror for Cassidy. It was one of those handheld ones that looked like something from a fairy tale, overly ornate to the point of being gothic.

And in the mirror, Cassidy saw a woman. A perfect, visibly feminine otter. Her facial features looked softer, and as the vixen angled the mirror, she could see a pair of surprisingly large breasts too. Cassidy blushed, at first, before her reconfigured mind suddenly realized that they were her own. The face was her own. He – she – opened her mouth to speak, and nothing came out, but she could both see and feel tears quickly blurring her vision.

“Yeah? Cute, aren’t you? Sure, it’ll be a little bit of extra work having to re-introduce yourself to everyone-”

“El, sheesh, look at her, she’s totally overwhelmed, maybe slow down a bit,” Brandy interrupted the talkative fox and then wrapped her arms around the changed otter. “You’re alright. We’ll help you with everything. But tonight, you should just enjoy yourself.”

“But- but I’m-” Cassidy stuttered, and even her voice felt unfamiliar. The pitch was only slightly higher, but it had a distinctly feminine timbre. She felt overwhelmed, yes, but potentially in a good way. She just wasn’t sure yet.

“You wanted to join the Pleasure Society, no? And you have the only thing we require of our members,” Brandy murmured, soothingly. Then, her hand reached Cassidy’s chest and cupped one of her perky new breasts. “Really pretty ones, too. And you’ll have them forever, mm? Hard for anyone to say you’re not a girl with these, cock or no cock.”

The otter shuddered at her warm touch. She could scarcely believe how sensitive those breasts were. Or that they were hers. Or that, even if she wasn’t naked, everyone would be able to see them, signaling her femininity.

Just like all the other women in the room with her.

It was a weird sensation, but as the overwhelming anxiety about the future began to fade, there was instead a sense of calmness and relaxation. Of… belonging, maybe?

“I do want to join,” she whispered, so quiet that it was barely audible, but somehow everyone in the room heard her anyway, and they cheered.

“New girl!” the cheetah from earlier chirped. “So, what’s your pleasure?”

Cassidy looked at the deer holding her wide-eyed and unsure how to answer.

“Well, that’s the whole point of the society! Girls, boys, weed, videogames… cuddles? What’s your pleasure?” the cheetah insisted. “We’re a bunch of hedonists who try to enjoy life and each other to the fullest.”

“Right, and when you enter the clubhouse, you can just leave all your worries at the door, hopefully,” Brandy added. “Just focus on pleasure and enjoyment. So let us know what you like.”

“…I’m a little nervous,” Cassidy squeaked. “I mean, I like… um…”

“Tell you what, we’ll give you an easy start that works for most people,” the cheetah grinned. “Let’s assume, for the sake of this, that you enjoy things most people enjoy. Come down here, let’s pile up.”

She patted the many blankets and pillows next to the now-neglected console and television.

Cassidy slowly stood up from the sofa, wondering if she should call herself Cassandra from now on, before nearly stumbling from the redistributed weight of her body. Her breasts weren’t that heavy, but the way a person kept their balance was tuned to slow, almost imperceptible changes. Both Brandy and Eleanor were quickly there to steady her, though.

“Amazing what two kilos weight can do when it’s put on quickly like that, eh?” Eleanor laughed. “You’ll get used to it walking just a few hundred meters. But first, we’re gonna do that whole pleasure part.”

They guided the still-dazed otter onto the pillows. She was still in almost complete sensory overload given the fact that she was surrounded by naked women, almost all of them with cocks, some excited. Not only that, but her own body felt so much more sensitive that she had to bite her lip at the feeling of the silken pillows against her fur to keep from making some embarrassing sound. Then there was the air, thick with different aromas. Most of it was incense, probably some weed, a brief whiff of alcohol, and of course, perfume. And the natural scent of women. It was odd, but Cassidy’s nose felt more sensitive too, and suddenly there was a distinct difference between how men and women smelled.

She, herself, smelled like a woman, which was difficult to come to terms with. Other than some bone structure – and the cock she was still embarrassed about, despite the company – there was no sign that she had ever been a man.

It all felt like a dream. A comfortable, wonderful dream that she never wanted to end. She leaned back on the softness, unsure what she was even laying on, between all the pillows, blankets, and towels, and fully expected to wake up in reality in just a few seconds. Her alarm clock would go off and it’d be back to grim, grey reality in a bed that was always too cold or too warm, and then she’d go back to school as a man, studying yet another subject that didn’t really matter because nothing did, but she needed something to focus on.

Only, she didn’t actually wake up.

“Okay, smoke or drink? Clearly you need to relax a bit!” the cheetah asked. She was suddenly almost on top of Cassidy, and all the otter could think about was how perfect her purple eyeshadow looked against her tan fur, framed by dark hair that seemed the same color as her spots. “Don’t worry, we won’t let it become a habit either way. We do drugs for pleasure, not addiction.”

Brandy was in the back of the room, digging into a large chest until she pulled out a magic wand. “Ah, here it is!” the deer grinned, waving it as if casting a spell. “Ever tried one of these before, Cass?”

Being referred to as Cass felt so wonderfully feminine.

“N-no, I’ve not done that. Not tried one, I mean,” she huffed.

The cheetah pressed something to her lips. A vape, apparently. “Take a deep puff, let’s get rid of that nervous energy!” she coaxed the otter.

“Wait, she’s never tried a magic wand? Oh my god, I even used those while still thinking I was a boy,” the bunny laughed.

What exactly was in that vape? She really wasn’t sure, but she’d already been injected with the Pleasure Society’s mystery drugs once today. Mega- or Super-estrogen, or whatever it was. So Cassidy inhaled from the vape, felt the vapors fill her lungs, and then burst into a fit of coughing as it felt like her lungs were on fire. And each time she coughed, she felt her tits bounce, which was surprisingly affirming despite the pain.

The world seemed to soften around the edges, if only a little, once that coughing fit ended. Cassidy could feel tension slowly leaving her muscles. A chemical sense of relaxation swept over her, and she hoped that next time – because of course there’d be a next time, too – she wouldn’t need it. For now, though, she let out a shuddering breath as she leaned back while the others passed the vape around.

With the relaxation came the courage to actually have a proper look at the other women laying around her. Her gaze flitted from one beautiful pair of breasts to the next, and she felt someone else’s hand on her own. It was almost ineffable how she felt like one of them, in a way that she’d never felt with men. The drugs enhanced it, of course, but there was definitely a sense of unity and, perhaps, sisterhood. Someone handed her the vape again and Cassidy took another puff of whatever was inside it. This time, she didn’t cough, but the whole situation was beginning to make her giggle.

Next to her, someone moaned, and Cassidy lazily turned her head – the world seemed to lag a quarter second behind her eyes – only to realize she was watching the cheetah’s rabbit partner slowly ease herself down onto Eleanor’s cock.

Huh. That was just what people did at the Pleasure Society, she thought, in an oddly detached sense. It was actually beautiful to watch; the way the bunny’s breasts jiggled as she worked herself down, impaling her beautiful, soft-looking body on the vixen’s surprisingly big, hard cock.

“Looks like someone’s finally getting comfortable,” Cassidy heard someone whisper, next to her. She turned her head to look, and was caught in surprise kiss by Brandy, whose hand then found her cock. “We’re definitely introducing you to Mr. Hitachi, girl.”

She was hard too. Painfully hard. Suddenly, the otter wanted to disappear again, even with the drugs making it feel like it wasn’t such a big deal. It just didn’t feel appropriate for girls to get hard like this. But then Brandy squeezed more firmly, and she let out a moan.

“I d-dunno if I… I mean, everyone’s watching,” Cassidy squeaked, despite the fact that two of them were fucking eager other with growing fervor. The ones actively watching her were Brandy, and the cheetah whose name she didn’t even know.

“You gotta just let it happen, nothing wrong with being horny. Or hard,” the deer purred. “Us girls should be comfortable around each other.”

Before Cassidy could protest, Brandy was pressing the magic wand against the very tip of her cock. And then, she flicked it on. The sound that left the otter’s muzzle was possibly the most embarrassing, squeaky, girly moan that she had ever made. But it felt intense, and in no time at all, she was squirming and whimpering as her cock kept throbbing and straining against the vibrating toy. It was all enhanced by the vape, too, which had made every sensation she felt twice as vivid. And the fact that women apparently had more sensitive everything than men. It was overwhelming, but at the same time, it felt amazing.

“Hey, I think new girl here might be a virgin,” Brandy grinned. “I don’t remember anyone squirming that much their first time with a wand.”

She was a virgin. Mostly. She had used some toys, though none of them were magic wands. But she still blushed at it being so obvious that Brandy could somehow tell.

Her cock kept slipping off the toy until Brandy grabbed it firmly and pressed the two together, and from that point on it was all pleasure; she could barely think. But the cheetah, whose girlfriend was still riding Eleanor’s cock snuggled up against her, letting her fingers brush over the otter’s soft breasts and stiff nipples.

“Aren’t you just adorable?” she purred, rubbing herself against the otter while she had her thoughts all buzzed away by the magic wand. As she continued, her voice gained a teasing edge. “Going to cum all over yourself for us like a good girl?”

Cassidy couldn’t even believe how easily those words wound her up. But she wouldn’t- couldn’t cum, girls just didn’t do that. Not with cocks. Not with actual cum squirting out. That notion was hard to shake, boneheaded as it was, but at the same time, she felt the cheetah’s rather firm cock grind against her thigh, too. And naturally, Eleanor’s looked beautiful sliding between the bunny’s cheeks and under that perfect little cottontail. Maybe it was totally alright.

“You could also be sucking my cock while you get buzzed off,” the cheetah whispered. “If you’d like to give some pleasure, too, to celebrate your first day here. Well, and I guess I like being the first to give new girls a taste of womanhood…”

“C-can’t, g-gonna-” Cassidy stuttered. The pleasure was so intense that she didn’t feel able to focus on anything else, even if the idea had her salivating already. Gods, she was turning into such a slut, but then, everyone here was such a slut.

“Oh, squirt all over yourself? Mm…” the cat rumbled, and her hand slunk down to brush over the tip of Cassidy’s cock. “Ooh, s_uuuch_ a wet and horny girl you are, I bet you’re going to soak Brandy too.”

“It’s totally okay if you do!” Brandy yelled, making sure she heard her over the loud moaning of Eleanor and the bunny. “Having fun is messy, so just let it go!”

The cheetah brought her precum-soaked fingers to Cassidy’s muzzle and pressed them, softly, against her lips.

“Might as well enjoy all the flavors out there, your own included,” she beamed. “Be a good girl and clean my fingers for me?”

Another step towards absolute, dissolute hedonism. But her fingers felt good pressing against her lips, and Cassidy didn’t want that dreamy moment of shared pleasure to ever end, so she let the cheetah’s fingers press into her mouth, and then against her tongue. The cheetah smeared her own precum onto her tastebuds. It tasted tangy, neutral, a little salty. Not like much, beyond the very sexual sliminess of it. “Good girl,” she repeated. “Now cum all over yourself so you can focus on sucking my cock, too.”

She craned her neck and latched her lips over one of Cassidy’s new, womanly nipples, and that was just what it took, combined with the magic wand, to push her into an immediate, strong orgasm; her first as a woman. It was intense. She bucked her hips as her whole body was seized by the divine glow of orgasm, but Brandy didn’t let her cock go, mercilessly holding her glans against the magic wand until the otter was nearly choking on her own moans, unable to breathe as rope after rope of rather clear cum squirted from her cock – more like feminine nectar than sperm, which she could no longer produce – indeed soaking both Brandy’s hands and her own belly, one squirt even reaching far enough to splatter the underside of her new, tender breasts. It wasn’t before her moans sounded almost pained that Brandy finally relented and let go of her overstimulated cock, and left the otter panting in the cheetah’s embrace.

“Wow, looks like someone’s been pretty pent up for a while,” the cat laughed, pressing her hips more firmly against Cassidy’s side. “Mm, it’s sexy though, I love how hard you newbies always cum… so, how about eating me out, in turn? I’d love to feel that cute girly mouth wrapped around my cock.”

She was very forward, but on the other hand; f_uck it._ She had already gone this far. What sense was there in denying herself the full gamut of pleasures she was offered? She’d always been into the idea, anyway. The mismatch of feminine body and cock be damned; the cheetah pulled Cassidy’s hand to her stiffness and wrapped her fingers around it. She felt amazing.

And if everyone else was going to play with each other, why shouldn’t she?

“Okay,” she huffed, though the sound was more like a moan as the vibrator kept teasing her. “Let me suck you. I’ll t-try, at least.”

“That’s the spirit,” her spotted admirer chirped, and quickly sat up, kneeling next to Cassidy’s head. She looked almost divine from the otter’s point of view. She was slender, but soft, and the beautiful cock jutting out of that soft sheath was hard as rock, practically demanding to be sucked. But then, just as her vision was totally focused on the cheetah, she felt someone else grab her legs. Not Brandy; the deer had gotten so worked up by using the magic wand on Cassidy that she was now playing with a mink in the corner, sucking each other, only taking little breaks to inhale from the vape that the girls kept passing around, giggling and moaning.

Just before sticking her cock between the otter’s plump lips, she let her puff the vape, too, smiling at the half-drugged, lusty smile spreading on her adorably broad snout as she exhaled, slowly dissolving into the same giggly, casual state as the other girls, which was just what was expected of a member of the Pleasure Society. As the cheetah eased her cock into Cassidy’s mouth, she heard a second voice from behind her. “You don’t mind if I use your cute butt for some relief, do you? Don’t worry, I’m not that big!”

She didn’t actually recognize the voice, but a semi-approving mmh was the only sound she could make with her lips wrapped around a feline shaft. Somehow, that cock, thick as it was, still felt, tasted, and smelled perfectly feminine. She wasn’t actually sure if she wanted to get fucked like this, but then again, why not? She had used toys before, and now that she had a chance to try the real thing, why shouldn’t she? Everyone was feeling good together, and wasn’t that what girls were supposed to do? So, in other words, if her ass could make someone happy, why not let them use it? Happiness, pleasure, and evidently, casual sex were, after all, the apparent purpose of the Pleasure Society! Mmh, Cassidy repeated, with greater emphasis, as she found herself really enjoying the friction of the cheetah’s cock slowly, almost lazily, pushing through her lips and into her mouth.

A slender finger smeared something chilly and wet over Cassidy’s pucker. It felt so much nicer than a dildo already. Her head swam at it, and then she moaned again as a finger pushed into her body. It felt immensely big despite being a mere finger, and she couldn’t help but clench.

The orgasm hadn’t really made her any less aroused. There was no refractory period whatsoever. If anything, it only caused her to be more sensitive, and easier to make squirm, which she did as the finger inside her pushed deeper and then curled, knowingly pushing against her prostate.

Oh, my, god. It felt heavenly! Her cock shot up to full hardness almost immediately.

“Lick the underside, will you? Just feathery little licks- nnf, there you go, that’s amazing. Exactly the same strategy that you’d use eating out a pussy if you wanna- hhfgh-” the cheetah huffed as she rocked her hips slowly, savoring the feeling of Cassidy’s eagerly obedient tongue exploring every hard inch of her cock.

The other girl pulled Cassidy’s legs on her shoulders and then slid a few pillows under her hips, to keep her in a more comfortable position for mating. The otter was painfully aware that every part of her was on full display like that, but she also felt oddly comfortable with that.

And then the stranger guided her cock to Cassidy’s entrance. She couldn’t believe how warm it felt. Maybe it was just how every nerve in her body was hypersensitive at that moment, but Cassidy moaned from just that gentle touch. Whoever it was pushed a little more firmly, and between the lube and their modest size, she easily slipped past the tight, squeezing ring of the otter’s hole, and into the warm comforts of her body.

“Mh- ooh, you feel amazing,” the cock’s owner chirped. “Don’t… don’t mind me, I never last long while t-t-topping.”

The cheetah, on the other hand, seemed to be lasting quite a while despite Cassidy’s best, if somewhat clumsy, efforts to get her to cum. Her cock tasted delicious, though the otter wasn’t sure if it was because of the drugs or not. It didn’t really matter; right now, she was deeply caught in the throes of all the hedonism and bliss both surging through and surrounding her. A few more girls had arrived since Cassidy did, presumably having just finished their classes, and they happily settled in to play with each other, or to simply hang out, without a single one of them minding the public displays of sex happening all around them.

Everything felt so comfortable, like they were in a little bubble of existence where neither shame nor guilt really existed at all. Everything was simply pleasure.

Soon she was being energetically fucked by her unfamiliar lover, and though she was pretty average in size, that didn’t stop it from feeling fantastic. Cassidy felt every inch of her in vivid detail, and she was just long enough to reach her prostate and set off those fireworks of pleasure that quickly had her leaking again.

“Mm, I’m probably not gonna last much longer either,” the cheetah huffed. Her cock flexed against the roof of Cassidy’s mouth, smearing that nectar-like precum there too. “Just keep sucking, please. Just a little longer.”

“I’m- I’m gonna-“ the other girl stammered, and then with the girliest climactic moan that Cassidy had ever heard, buried herself as deep under Cassidy’s thick ruddertail as she could. The otter felt her cock flex, and then a hint of warmth. It didn’t feel like much, but there was still something incredibly hot about the idea of someone cumming inside her. The tickling sensation of heat, though muted, was somehow breathtaking.

“Ooh, did she just cum inside you?” the cheetah grinned. “T-that’s so hot, you should- fuck!”

Suddenly her cock twitched, too. Then that same heat flooded Cassidy’s mouth. Like all trans girls, it seemed, her cum was clear and watery, and more sweet than bitter like a man’s might be. But expelling it clearly felt amazing either way, with how the cheetah’s fingers dug into the otter’s scalp to hold her head in place while frenziedly humping away at her mouth, squirt after squirt of feminine cum coating her tongue. Cassidy swallowed eagerly; the haze of weed and pleasure she found herself in made it feel like just the right thing to do.

Somewhat sheepishly, the girl who had just creamed Cassidy’s ass pulled out, and finally, the otter turned her head to look at her rather than the cheetah. Another fox, though not one that Cassidy had seen before. “All done,” she giggled, just as pleasure-drunk as the rest. “You have such a wonderful ass.”

“Pre-lubed, are we?” a third voice, somewhat deeper than the others, commented. “The best kind of pussy, if you ask me.”

The cheetah’s cock slipped from her lips and she, returning the favor, pressed the vape between them instead. Cassidy took another drag from it, feeling another wave of warmth rush over her, thoughts clouding even further. By now, she felt as if she was floating, unbothered by gravity at all on the soft sheets, and felt no real motivation to move at all when just soaking in all the pleasure was perfect already.

“Mind if I have a go as well?” the deeper voice asked, and Cassidy replied with a giggly affirmative. They were all girls, anyway, and girls could share freely like this. Besides, being filled with cock felt pretty amazing.

She didn’t mind.

At this point, it was hard to really tell any two moments apart anymore. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the rhythmic thumping against her entrance. Next to her, another couple was doing the same. Everyone felt like they were part of the same, very horny organism, rather than distinctly separate from each other. It turned out that Cassidy very much enjoyed that feeling. By now, she wasn’t even ashamed of moaning as her next lover began to properly fuck her. This one was a wolf, and though the otter had no idea what her name was, she was still beautiful with the way her heavy breasts bounced with each thrust.

Then someone – Eleanor, Cassidy thought – took a moment to suckle on each of her nipples. Everything was a blur of erotic sensations and vivid colors. Either way, between that and the rutting, she was brought into another screaming, melting orgasm soon enough, with her ass milking the wolf’s shaft very eagerly. The wolf responded with a pleasured growl, and sunk her knot into Cassidy. It didn’t swell up as hard and firm as a man’s would, but it felt beautiful regardless, especially when immediately followed by that now familiar heat of being filled with cum.

She could only embrace it, savor it, relish it, while letting her own orgasm move her body whatever way it happened to. She trembled, shuddered, and shivered, weakly kicking her legs and melting, totally, into the pillows beneath as she soaked her own belly anew, unable to formulate any sort of more eloquent wordage than a breathless, thankful moan for her newest partner.

“Hey, anyone actually keeping track of how Cass is feeling?” she heard Brandy ask.

Someone else leaned over her. “Hi, sleepyhead,” she giggled. The mink from earlier, gently brushing her fingers over the otter’s face and looking into her unfocused eyes.

“Wow, yeah, she’s totally out of it. Sheesh, Alice, how much did you make her vape?” she asked, just as her current lover was finishing up, letting her knot deflate before pulling out.

“I mean, not that much, haha,” the cheetah – evidently named Alice – giggled. “She’s just having a good time.”

The wolf slipped out of her and circled around to plant a loving, appreciative kiss on the side of the otter’s snout.

“Yeah, a half-conscious good time, we’ve talked about this!” Brandy replied. “There’s no point in pleasure if you don’t remember it.”

Alice somewhat sheepishly had to admit that the other woman was right. Cassidy didn’t entirely care; she liked everything about how she was feeling, right now. From the sexual high she was riding, to the drugs, but most importantly, that feeling of belonging. The level of connection she felt with everyone around her in this new state of being was the most intoxicating at all.

That was the end of the night’s festivities for Cassidy, but not the affection; one by one, the other girls did whatever it was they were doing, and then, as tradition dictated, they cuddled up around the newest member of the Pleasure Society: Cassidy herself.

It would take her the longest time to really understand everything that had happened that night, and even longer to reconfigure her new life around the fact that she now, largely, passed as a girl and very few people recognized her right off the bat. The club itself would help with that, sharing knowledge and assistance as freely as they shared everything else.

But it was all worth it, wasn’t it? She felt countless women embracing her warmly in her half-drugged, half-asleep state, and she felt their bodies in turn, each of them shameless about touching whatever it was they wanted to touch.

Someone, she was fairly sure, enjoyed a stealthy little indulgence by sucking Cassidy’s cock while she slept, as she remembered having a rather wonderful orgasm in her dream that night, And over the next few days – she called in sick from studies for a week, which was also tradition for new members, she found herself doing just about every act she could imagine with the rest of the Pleasure Society’s older members.

And sure enough, even if it wasn’t for her body finally feeling like herself, or the feeling of belonging, or her orgasms being twice as intense and every touch feeling twice as good on her skin, Cassidy, who would indeed later rename herself Cassandra, never wanted to go back.