Shift, Service, Sin
It was a bit of a flight for me from Austin, TX, about four or five hours, but she was glad I made it safe when she picked me up from the airport. I had forgotten how cold it gets up here compared to the warmer climate of southern Texas, but Rickie made sure I got in the warm car fast. The drive back to the hotel wasn't long since it was nearby, though her car needed a bit of a clean from all the cigarette ashes and trash on the floor littering the floor by the passenger seat. Still, it wasn't bad; there were a few assholes on the road, but that's to be expected with a big city.
I've never been to Madison before. For the most part, the city looked clean, beautiful, and I noticed pride flags here and there as she drove us to the hotel through the busy, winding roads. Despite how much I would love to check out what sights Madison held, I didn't come here as a tourist.
Even if she acted friendly and excited that I was here, Rickie seemed stressed and nervous. All she wore was a blue hoodie with the name of the college she went to, leggings, tennis shoes, and her hair looked like she half-assed parted it to the side, revealing a side shave. She must not have had time to put on makeup either, as her cheeks looked quite red against her pale skin from the cold, though she at least did up her nails, coloring them a classic bright but deep red. Whatever the reason for the stress, I assured her that I understood. Besides, she did mention she wasn't going to bother putting on a face when we get to the event, as we'd be wearing our fursuits for the majority of the time.
Once we got to the hotel, parked, and got out of the car, she immediately grabbed for a cigarette, but was courteous enough to ask if I minded or not. I told her I didn't and to just try to not blow smoke in my face despite the wind. As much as I'd rather sit in the car or be inside from the chilly weather, it did feel nice to stand for a bit without feeling like I needed to go anywhere.
"So, this event..." I said as we waited outside the car, "What was it, exactly?"
She took a drag from her cig. "Just a private furry party a local club is hosting. Nothing too fancy and there won't be too many people there, I don't think."
"Oh! So just a bunch of furs getting drunk as usual?"
She giggled. "Yeah, kinda, but not exactly. It's a bit different from what they usually host, as it's a kink party."
"Ooo, interesting~"
"Mmhmm. Normally that sort of stuff is hosted in their studio next door, buuuut they wanted to try something a little...different."
"Different? How?"
She took another drag, exhaling the smoke as she pursed her lips in thought. "It...mmm...I kinda want to keep it a surprise."
"Okay! Fair enough!" I chuckled, a bit nervous.
"Trust me, you'll love it. I promise," she said with a smile.
With one last drag, she flicked the butt away from her towards the ground and began helping me with my bags from her car, one of which contained my fursuit. She did suggest I just leave that in the car, but I insisted on wearing it to the event rather than changing there.
We hung out for a bit after getting into the room, got a little playful with each other, had a quick dinner at the mall nearby, and got a little more playful with each other in the room before we had to get ready to go. She got out her fursuit but only the head, paws, and tail.
"You just partialling, hun?" I asked.
"Yep!" She replied, putting her black, leather jacket on. It paired quite well with the black skirt and stockings she wore. "I know I'll look like I'm poodling in this but, eh, whatever."
"I think you look amazing," I cooed as I got my suit together to put on. Gosh, she can act like such a dork and [i]still[/i] look the part of a dommy mommy!
"Thanks," she replied, noticeably looking flustered. "Normally I'd wear some nice boots and fingerless gloves with this look and not, well, paws," She said, holding one up as she delicately put it on.
As she grabbed her keys, wallet, and phone to place in the zipper pockets of her jacket, I was nearly finished getting my full suit on, x-shaped harness included. I've worn Dawn so many times by now, getting her on has almost become second-nature to me. Besides, she makes me feel how I really am inside, even if my exterior is a big man or a giant otter lady made up of faux fur and foam.
"Okay...head not going on yet cuz I need to drive..." I heard Rickie mutter to herself. "Leash...collar...collar....shit..."
"What is it, hun?" I asked, now fully suited up, head included.
"You don't happen to have a col--oh! This'll work!"
Without warning, she clipped the leash on my harness and tugged me close to her.
"Now I got you~" She said, nuzzling my fursuit snout and groping my fursuit's boobs. "But, I'm gonna need you to hold onto this until we get to the club, okay, lady?"
"Yes Ma'am~" Gods, she has such a way with words~ I couldn't help but obey! It's perfectly understandable: I'm just a silly otter lady now, albeit not a real one; I don't know how to drive!
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The sun had long since gone down before we left the hotel. Rickie had to take a couple laps around the block to find a decent parking spot, even though we got there about a half-hour before this event was supposed to start. The club's small lot was completely full, so she resorted to parking along one of the streets nearby where it was allowed.
After getting out of her car, I took a look at where we'll be heading in, even though my vision wasn't the best in Dawn. I could tell the club must've been an auto shop or something, given its many garage doors along the side of the building near the back. There also appeared to be a chain-linked fence covered in black tarp, which I assumed sectioned off the club's outdoor smoking area. The whole building was painted white, save for one section of wall within the outdoor area that was painted entirely black. There was only one word in a grungy font lit up in a bright, crimson red along the top of this black wall: Sinner.
I looked around aimlessly, seeing a few furs and pups either getting ready at their cars or already heading towards the main door. I then noticed Rickie had her head on as she double-checked her pockets and car. When she approached me, I didn't realize I was playing with the leash from being flustered by her new aura. If she didn't look amazing without the suit on, she was more so with it on, and cuter as well. Her paws gently caressed mine as she slipped the leash from my fingers, wrapping the loop around her wrist and giving it a firm tug.
"Eeep~" I squeaked as my paws covered my face in embarrassment.
"Okay, lady. Stay close to me, alright? We might be waiting in line for a while," she ordered.
"Yes Ma'am!" I nodded and did as instructed as we walked the short distance.
The leash was short, but I made sure to stay close so it would stay slack, like a good otter. It was hard to not look around and see what all the other patrons wore during this short journey; there was such a neat variety of fursuiters already! We haven't even entered and I'm already giddy with what's in store!
As we turned the corner towards the main door, there was already a sizable line of furs and pet players waiting to get in; some already furred up or geared up, ready to go for whatever awaits us, others had their fursuits or gear in nearby bins or were carrying them in various bags. We eventually found a spot in line that seemed close, yet so far from the entrance. As we waited and idly chatted, I noticed there was some studio scaffolding around the door, holding a metal sign that also displayed "Sinner" in that same, grungy font. Despite the fursuit head muffling my ears, I could also hear the bass of the music coming through the walls.
Furries? Check.
Pets? Check.
Pounding club music? Check.
Assuming alcohol was involved, I began to think this was just a big party instead.
"Hey, Rickie?" I asked.
"Yeah?" She replied, cheerfully.
"How is this a 'kink' event, exactly? Alcohol is prohibited at those for, well, obvious reasons."
"There [i]is[/i] a reason for that, hun." She pointed up at the black, night sky. "Not sure if you can see her, but have you noticed the moon's looking a bit full tonight?"
I looked where she pointed, squinting a bit under my fursuit head. Sure enough, I could just see the full moon in the sky beyond the mesh of the fursuit eyes. I looked at her quizzically. "I mean...yeah, and?"
"Oh come on! You're a TF aficionado, ya goof!" She chuckled, tugging on my leash.
"Oh...OH FUCK! You don't mean...?"
"Shhhh." She placed a finger over my foam lips. "All will be revealed soon, my dear," she said, caressing my furred cheek. Gosh~ All this attention was making me swoon for her the more we spend time together, and we haven't even entered the club yet!
Eventually the line began to move. Ever so slowly, one by one, people entered through the main door, then an anteroom, then through another door that was propped open, and eventually the front desk for the inevitable ID check and cover charge. As we slowly shuffled our way forward, the pounding music was clearer now, though the foam of my head offered decent hearing protection. I couldn't help but take a gander at all the posters for the club's future events. I noticed right away one advertised this event, depicting a half-human, half-werewolf mid-transformation under a full moon. His two, large canines protruded out of his maw like those of a saber tooth and were colored a shiny gold, with his clothes shredded and torn. I casually traced a paw pad along his rippling abs, down his crotch, and down one of his legs, giggling with excitement.
"Love the mascot they used for this!" I shouted, hoping Rickie would hear me.
"Huh?" She turned to the poster, then back to me. "Oh yeah! Yes! He's very Daddy!"
"OwO!"
Rickie giggled and then took off her head, digging out her wallet for the ID check. "Shit! Dawn, you got your ID on you, right?"
Thank gods I remembered my fanny pack right before we left the hotel. I then took my head off and did the same, flicking out my ID from my wallet.
She sighed in relief. "Pfew. Really didn't want to go all the way back, haha. I'll pay for your cover charge, alright?"
I nodded, feeling a little flustered as I took off my head as well. "You gonna buy all my drinks too?"
She shrugged. "Maybe probably, haha!"
When we got past the bouncers checking IDs and the cover paid, we were then directed to another table next to the desk. Behind this table was a black curtain held up with PVC piping, obscuring the rest of the club from the entrance, though the dancing, colored lights lit up what wasn't covered by the barrier.
Upon the table were three different colored, rubber wristbands with simple patterns on them: neon-green bands with black check marks, neon-yellow bands with a black, triangle outline with an exclamation point, and pink bands with black X's. Behind them was a guide on what they meant, but I could tell right away they were consent bands. Next to those were a couple clipboards with a stack of consent forms attached to them. I skimmed over it, standard kink party type stuff, but one section caught my attention: "[b]Side Effects of Alcoholic Drinks at This Event[/b]."
[i]"The fuck?"[/i] Curious, I skimmed the section over. I assumed it talked about, well, the typical side effects of alcohol. But what I read sounded...odd. Something about "become your true self" and "changes may be permanent," along the usual jargon about how the club doesn't hold liability for what happens after consuming said beverages. At least they gave a warning to refrain from drinking for those who do not wish to have these changes happen to them.
Once the contracts were read over and signed and our wristbands selected, we were [i]finally[/i] able to enter past the last barrier into the club.
After our vision fully adjusted to the darker, yet colorful interior of the club, the whole place was set up like any other kink dungeon. A wide, open area that was the dancefloor contained a few pillories, a swing, and I noticed a few kinksters already bound up to the thick support poles for the building. Along the nearest wall to us were several X-shaped crosses, some of which were occupied. Atop the stage in front of the DJ booth and in one corner hung various spanking and flogging paraphernalia, riding crops, wooden clothespins in glass jars, and various colored rope neatly wound up for everyone's use. Of course, I'm sure some here had brought their own tools of torture. I even noticed there was a twinky-looking puppy having a lovely time in the small stripper cage on stage. I took a moment to take in all the sounds of the screams and moans before putting on my head, though I could've sworn I heard the sound of a vacuum from the other part of the club. There was very little seating, I noticed, and the floor was clearly marked with fluorescent tape to divide the play area from the voyeur and walking lanes.
Rickie and I shuffled our way through the small crowd watching the fun in the play area. I felt her tug on the leash every so often as we walked, probably to make sure I'm still following her like a good otter. We went under a spooky-looking archway into the other area, which was also where the bar was. Similarly, the floor back here was also marked with fluorescent tape and contained little to no seating.
This other area looked much smaller than the dancefloor, though it might have been because of the vacuum cube in the corner across from us, currently sealing up someone in a fully enclosed, rubber hood. There was also a patient bed in the other corner that I noticed right when we walked in this area. It came complete with wide, leather straps securing a "patient," a nearby breathing device, as well as a small table with medical tools for play.
As we toured the two play spaces, I noticed several pieces of paper taped along the walls or displayed as temporary signs scattered throughout. Some displayed warnings on what not to do here, reminders of consent, and QR codes for a review page for the event. Makes sense to put reminders up for those who are both drunk and horny, even if they would know better otherwise.
We had to squeeze past a few voyeurs near the bar to order our drinks, and I noticed even the bartenders decided to dress up a little kinky for tonight. Rickie was playing Sugar Mama and bought our first round of drinks, nuzzling my fuzzy nose.
"So? What do you think so far?" She asked.
"Gosh, there's so much we can do here!" I replied, looking around and wanting to dart back in the other room.
Rickie tugged my leash. "Now, now, missy! Let's see if there's anything going on outside!"
I nodded excitedly and secured my drink in both paws as best as I could as Rickie led me through a door that read "Smoker's Area."
The outside area was a bit smaller. A few small bushes lined the wall to the left of us, the same wall that had the large, lit up sign in yellow letters, and the rest of the area was open, save for a couple tables with ashtrays and the pet mosh area tucked in a corner. Not many seemed to be back here and no one was moshing, but the night was still young. I don't blame them, especially if any pets wore very little and don't want to be out in this cold; some can be quite hardy though.
"Not surprised no one's out here yet," Rickie muttered as she led us to one of the tables. "I do tend to migrate between the bar and here when I come to these things, but who knows what could happen here."
"Well, I hope we can try something soon~" I cooed, trying to get her in the mood.
"Yeah, we will, dear," she replied, setting her drink down and taking off her head. "Bleh! Just need to get a bit of booze and nicotine in me, haha."
"That's fair," I giggled, snuggling up to her as she lit a cigarette.
"Surprised I don't see any boot blacks or willing ashtrays around here. Could use one of them right about now."
As much as I wasn't a fan of the cigarette smell, the mix of that and the leather from her jacket was oddly intoxicating. Though I'm sure I'd be able to smell it a lot more if I didn't have my fursuit head on, but I wanted to go for the long haul. And yet, I wanted to be her little ash tray for her, but that wouldn't work in a fursuit. I know I was pretty horny even before we got here, but drunk? That takes a couple drinks for me to get to that point. I tried to focus on the scent of Rickie's jacket, cuddling and nuzzling her all over as she reciprocated.
But...something was happening to me already; I know I didn't take any party drugs beforehand either.
We chatted and coddled each other a bit while we were outside, watching a colorful variety of patrons going in and out of the smoker's area. They were probably touring the place just like we were.
We eventually went back inside and watched others get tortured and pleasured as we sucked down our drinks. However, as we did so, I felt my stomach getting upset, though not to the point I was going to puke. It's too early for that. I've only had [i]one[/i] drink!
And that's what bothered me.
Thankfully, Rickie was aware something was off with me, so she rushed me to the women's bathroom. Even if I wasn't physically transitioning yet, it was validating having your gal pal rush you to a club's bathroom stall and help you pray to the porcelain gods. Rather than holding my hair back, she held my fursuit head, gave me pets along my back, encouraged me, checked on me...
Except I only dry heaved.
"H-Hey, Rickie?" I asked, feeling my voice shake.
"Yeah?"
"Can you give me a few here, please? I'm...I'm not sure what's going on."
"Sure, dear," she said, giving me my fursuit head back. "I'll just be outside the stall, okay?"
"Thank you..." I said, taking my fursuit head.
Once she closed the stall door and I locked it, I tried to find a somewhat sanitary spot to put my head. Thinking I might just need to have things come out the other end, I began to take off my hand paws...only to find they appeared to fuse with the bodysuit! Panic set in as I went to unzip the bodysuit, except there was no zipper at all! It's like it disappeared and I'm now permanently encased in my bodysuit! I then checked my feet paws and, just like my hand paws, they seemed to fuse with the body suit. The same thing happened with my tail too. In fact, the belt I wore for my tail wasn't there either, as if my tail connected itself to my tailbone. It did have some heft to it, but now it felt dense and I could move it without shaking my ass. My stomach felt queezy again and I went to try and vomit, but dry heaved again. When I went to push my breasts out of firing range, I noticed the foam padding in them and in the digitigrade thighs seemed to fuse or vanish too. I felt the fat in those areas shift like it was filling in for the foam. Same thing happened with the slippers in my feet paws and the underarmor I wore...it felt like my whole fursuit was now directly attached to my skin. I've murrsuited before, so I know what it felt like wearing this on bare skin. But this...this was different. Much different.
It was here, too, it felt like my own cock and balls were shrinking. Or were they inverting themselves? Maybe to form a...
"Oh no..." I muttered, panicked and scared. I looked at Dawn. She looked at me, unblinking, with that permanent, sultry smile on her face.
A loud knock jolted me out of my trance as I heard Rickie call to me.
"Hey! You okay in there?"
"Y-Yeah! J-Just give me a sec!"
"Okay! I don't want you spending all night in there, haha!"
I managed to let out a chuckle; she always had an odd way to calm the nerves. But once I looked back at Dawn, that anxiety came right back. Thoughts were running through my head the more this...situation seemed to take hold. I gave another quick feel of my suit, confirming that it seemed to have fused with my skin, somehow. [i]"I couldn't be the only one feeling this, can't I?"[/i]
"Hey, Rickie...you still there?" I called out.
"Yep! Still doing okay in there?"
"Is...Is your fursuit, like, doing something...strange?"
I heard a rustling behind the door, then she muttered something though might not have been directed towards me; I couldn't tell what, though, with the loud yet muffled music blasting from the club outside the bathroom. She then knocked on the door again.
"Dawn, put your head on and come out, please? I wanna show you something."
I let out a breath to try and calm myself, but I felt shaky when I grabbed for Dawn's head to put her back on. One more deep breath to try and relax myself and I put her on. Everything's going to be okay, right?
I went to tuck in the neck fur but that immediately fused with the body suit. "Shit, shit, shit..." I said, feeling myself beginning to cry out of frustration.
"Dawn! Just come out, dear! It'll be okay!" I heard Rickie yell. She must've sensed what was going on with me.
"Okay! Okay..." My head felt like it was being compressed tightly by the head as I opened the stall door. It was as if the fursuit head began to shrink around me to be skin-tight, trapping me within its foamy and plastic confines.
But when I saw Rickie on the other side, she looked...different than when we arrived. Her clothes appeared intact, save for her leggings bulging out a bit and starting to show some tears, but the fur on her hand paws, feet paws, tail, and head appeared course but still well-kept, as if it was no longer that faux fur commonly found on fursuits. I noticed the visible skin on her wrists wasn't hers anymore, but seemed to have that grey and green coloring creeping up her arms. The doll hair on her head looked more fine and natural. Her ears still looked like they were made of stiff foam, and the two hoops on her right ear still looked like they were the chunky, 3D printed ones, but I noticed the start of an eyebrow piercing on her left beginning to form. And her eyes? Those were no longer the plastic follow-me eyes decorated with foam eyeliner. They were real. And they blinked!?
"Rickie, you look...different," I said, astonished at the tiger before me. "What...happened?"
Her mouth didn't move, but I could tell she was grinning like a dork under her head. She clipped the leash back on the harness and walked me to the mirrors by the sinks. "See for yourself."
Sure as shit, the same thing was happening to me. The change in how my fur felt. The fursuit parts fusing together and attaching themselves to me. The fake "hair" atop my head now felt like it was real and began to fall where it may. I had to blink a few times to make sure I wasn't hallucinating off something in the drink I had earlier, but it didn't register right away that Dawn's eyes blinked too. It was as if me and her were becoming one in the same.
"You need your harness adjusted, dear?" I heard Rickie ask, breaking me out of my trance.
"Hmm? Yeah, it kinda feels a touch loose I think."
"Well, we can't have you slipping out of your harness, now can we?" She cooed as I felt her adjust the straps.
I tried to retort but melted at her tender touch, especially when she adjusted the straps around my boobs to make sure they weren't going to dig under those. As she made the adjustments, she seemed to enjoy petting me all over, even giving my boobs and hips and little extra attention. Next thing I knew, she hugged me from behind, awkwardly nuzzling my neck with that stiff muzzle, but she still held the leash. Can't be letting me run off now~
"You want another drink, hun?" She asked, hugging me tight around my tummy. I don't know if I was just getting horny and imagining it, but I could've felt something rub between my ass cheeks.
"Mmmm, I'd love that~" I cooed, awkwardly nuzzling her in return.
"That's a good girl~" She praised, slapping my ass and tugging my leash.
Whatever fears I had were gone by now. My head was slowly emptying. No thoughts. Only obey and be a good otter for my tiger Mistress.
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By our second round of drinks, my jaws felt they suddenly became longer as I drank and chatted with Rickie or anyone else who happened to talk to us. Thankfully the alcohol numbed most of the pain I felt around that area as my bones, teeth, muscles, and tongue extended outward under the head. But, like with the every other aspect of my fursuit, were they...[i]fusing[/i] with Dawn's muzzle? Rickie confirmed that when she booped and petted my nose; it felt much more sensitive compared to just wearing the head, in a good way. My vision was less like I was seeing through a mesh and more like I saw with my actual eyes; I was still in that booze-induced haze, though, so I wasn't quite sure. I noticed my ears began to hurt too as my hearing became less muffled and more sensitive. Feeling around those confirmed my suspicions; my ears seemed to shift as if they were slotting into Dawn's. The top of my head felt less like a clump of puffy faux fur and more like real hair. Hope it doesn't look like a mess!
With my new, or rather improved, senses, the whole club scene seemed more vibrant than when we first entered. The sound of the music, the noise from the other patrons chatting, screaming, moaning, be it from kinky pleasure or going through their own transformations, the smell of alcohol, tobacco smoke, and sex, the feeling of my fur and hair...gods there was so much to take in!
Even Rickie looked a bit different now. I petted her face, feeling real fur there now, and noticed she too had a moving jaw, tongue, eyes, and ears, and her hair looked lovely even in that ponytail. The rings on her ear looked less like plastic and more like real metal, and I noticed her eyebrow piercing crept through fully above her left eye.
But one moment made me giddy yet nervous at how real this all became.
As Rickie and I were watching a dalmatian pup getting their ass spanked to hell and back, I got a little...excited at the sight. Yet, this wasn't me popping a boner under the spandex layer of my suit; this was different. Not only did it feel like my genitals were now exposed to the air, but my cock and balls weren't there anymore! My new paw pads felt...wet, like I now have a...
Wait!? Since when did I have a pussy???
I tried to hide it with a paw but Rickie stopped me when she noticed.
"Oooo, someone's a little excited, eh?" She cooed, firmly gripping my paw and pulling it away from my crotch.
"I-I-I mean..." I stammered, clearly doing a poor job hiding my embarrassment. I almost dropped my drink when she put a paw over my new equipment, fingering it gently.
"Damn, girl! You're this wet already?" She teased.
All I could do was muster a squeak as she fingered me a bit more.
She moved her slicked fingers towards my muzzle. "Wanna taste, dear?" She cooed.
I began sucking on them without question. Holy shit I taste good!
After a while, she gently removed her fingers and wiped them off on my fur. She sipped down the rest of her drink and set it on the table nearby, then tugged on my leash, nearly making me spill my drink again. "You done there, dear?" She asked, pointing to it.
"O-oh, um..." I did the same and set the empty glass down next to hers. Probably wasn't a good idea to suck down that much booze that fast but I don't care by this point.
"Good girl~" She tugged the leash again and pulled me close. "So, how we feeling so far?"
"Amazing!" I replied, feeling my heavy otter tail gently sway behind me. My tail...my [i]tail[/i]! Holy shit I have a [i]real[/i] tail now!
She giggled. "Good, good~"
"I-I um...am feeling in a 'servicing' mood, if you know what I mean..." I gingerly tapped my claws together, feeling my new otter face flush.
"Well, Mama Tig needs a ciggy or two." She tugged on my leash again. "And Mama needs a suitable ashtray~"
I squeaked again and suddenly tensed up.
"Gods you're cute~" She cooed, petting my fuzzy face.
I couldn't help but giggle, but suddenly slapped my paws over my muzzle. At first I thought someone else was talking or giggling, but I hadn't realized it's been me this whole time since Dawn fully took over. "Is...did my voice change too??? You hear it, right???"
"I do," she said, lowering my paws down. "And you sound lovely~"
"T-Thank you," I stammered. "You sound a bit different too, I noticed."
"Oh yeah. It's all part of the process," she said, waving a paw nonchalantly. "I probably still sound kind of like a dude but...eh."
"It sounds lovely, dear~"
She chuckled and tugged my leash. "Thank you, cutie~" She then gave me a quick kiss on the lips. "So! I want another drink. How about you, dear?"
"I-I'm okay for now, R-Rickie."
She tugged on my leash again, harder this time and enough for me to realize how strong she was. She got close to my ear, letting out a low growl that I wasn't sure was supposed to be threatening or seducing. "Going forward, you will refer to me as 'Mistress,' 'Ma'am,' 'Mama,' or 'Mommy.' Do you understand?"
"Y-Yes, Mistress!" I squeaked as loud as I could.
"That's a good toy~"
Guiding me through the somewhat crowded club, my Mistress got her drink, along with some water, then led us back out into the smoker's area.
Like before, the outside was just as bustling as the inside. Plenty of pets played and rough-housed on the mosh mats, some of which I noticed looked familiar from the last time we were out here. Either they were [i]really[/i] in their respective headspaces, or the transformation effect has taken a hold on them too, turning them into human pets permanently without them realizing. I looked over near the bushes under the large, yellow lettering along the building. There was a fully-suited gimp wearing a cat-shaped drool hood with a funnel protruding out of its mouth hole, surrounded by other flicking heaps of cigarette and cigar ashes into it.
Now I knew what she meant by what she said ealier.
She led me to one corner of the smoking area and pulled out her cigarettes from her jacket. "On your knees, bitch~"
I squeaked in anticipation. All I wanted to do was to serve, even if it went against my primal survival instincts.
My Mistress bent down to kiss me deeply on the lips, at least as best as she could muster with the new facial features. She got close to my ear. "One finger if you need to cough or sneeze, two if you need water, three if you're done, done," she whispered.
I nodded and blushed, letting my thick tail sway gently along the dirty concrete.
She popped a cig between her tiger lips and tugged open my bottom jaw. "Keep your head up and that mouth open, understand?"
"'Es 'Istriss!" I could barely say anything while my mouth was open like this, but I didn't care. I'm a good otter!
The cold, outside air dried out my mouth before my Mistress took her first drag, but I didn't want to chicken out so soon. Before I could anticipate anything, I got a dusting of fresh cigarette ashes flicked into my waiting maw. Oh gods! The taste was awful! How could anyone smoke at all!? No, no. Endure it. Be a good service otter for your Mistress.
Another heap of ashes fell into my maw, and I felt some of them slide down into my throat, making me cough. My sensitive nose felt peppery like I was about to sneeze, but I tried to hold it in for now.
For a while it was just my Mistress and I, until a bottomless (literal) bear daddy showed up and flicked a big heap of his cigar ash into my maw. Right away my mouth went dry and I could feel my eyes well up. Fuck! That's too much at once! I quickly threw out two fingers, which Rickie thankfully saw. The water helped, but it only forced the large clump of ashes down my gullet. The feeling was pretty awful, but at least my mouth was somewhat moist again.
Soon enough, a couple other smokers came to use the new "ashtray" outside, and Mistress Rickie was done with her cig. I kept my maw open this whole time, but didn't expect her to grab and hold my maw open and lightly press the hot cherry right on my tongue. I managed to scream, despite my predicament, and I shut my eyes tight, getting tears and drool all over my face fur.
But what I didn't anticipate was for her to jam the used butt onto one of my pointy teeth, forcing me to keep my tongue low to not get burned even more. Some of the other smokers by us followed suit, while others just flicked their ashes in me and tossed their butts aside. I never liked the smell or taste of tobacco; having it be a [i]used[/i] taste forced into your mouth was even worse.
And I loved every second of it!
Suddenly, Mistress Rickie tugged on my leash; by this point, I understood it as the signal for me to pay attention.
"Stand up, bitch! And keep that mouth up and open as you do so!"
I did as instructed, trying to ignore the kink in my neck. I squeaked as a passerby randomly smacked my exposed ass.
Mistress Rickie giggled at my humiliation and gently closed my maw. "Now keep that cute mouth of yours closed, slut~ We're gonna go rinse those ashes and butts out of your maw."
Cigarette and cigar butts jammed into my teeth, my tongue and maw feel like they're on fire, the dry effects of the ashes stuck in my maw and throat. It was a humiliating walk to wherever my Mistress took me. Passersby smacked and groped my ass, or fondled my boobs or rubbed my tummy or pussy, and it was just making me all wet down there, leaving a drippy trail wherever we walked. I couldn't control myself! This new feeling was phenomenal!
She led us to the table with all the gear and grabbed a ring gag and some chains. I didn't know what she had in mind. That is until she guided us towards the...boy's room!?
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By now, the transformation had fully taken hold, not that I was paying much attention to it for a while being in a drunken, horny state. And it seemed like everyone else here had fully transformed into whoever or whatever they arrived as. The place looked more like a kinky zoo filled with all kinds of colorful animals, permanent pet players, and drones, all of whom had various dress or undress. I don't know if it was because of how long we've been here, something in the booze, the full moon, or both. Whatever the reason, I didn't care. I was no longer some human wearing a fursuit; I [i]was[/i] Dawn! I [i]am[/i] Dawn!
But I didn't know why we were going into the men's room. We're girls! Not boys! I wanted to say something and correct Mistress Rickie's mistake, but I kept my mouth shut like a good girl. Upon entry, everyone in there glanced our way quizzically; I'm sure they were just as confused as I was. Everyone seemed to just do their business, wash up, and continue on with their night, though I could've sworn I heard someone's moans paired with aggressive plaps echoing from one of the two stalls. Fuck! If my crotch fur wasn't damp enough already hearing that and anticipating what Mistress Rickie had planned for me, it's probably soaked and matted by now.
Ignoring the weird glances, my Mistress ordered me to open up. After plucking out the few cigarette butts stuck to my teeth, she placed the ring gag in my maw, securing it behind my head.
She leaned close to my ear. "Checking in. How you feeling, hun?" She said softly.
I wiggled excitedly, letting my hefty tail sway behind me as I tried to smile.
She smiled in return, then tugged me by the harness towards the farthest urinal. Gods! I could smell the piss stains upon the porcelain and on the floor when she forced me to sit in it. I couldn't help but wiggle some more in anticipation, much to her annoyance.
My Mistress chuckled seeing this. "Okay, okay, you. Arms up," she ordered, gesturing for me to do so. She then wrapped one of the chains around my wrists tight, but not too tight to chafe my fur and skin. She squeezed one of my paws as reassurance before wrapping the other chain around my ankles in such a way it kept my legs open, wet pussy exposed, yet firmly secured to my temporary seat. After she double-checked I wasn't going anywhere, not that I'd want to, and quickly went over our safety signals, she unclipped the leash and scrambled to pull down her boyshorts under her skirt.
"Fuck! I've been holding this in!" Holding up her skirt, I saw she now had a light, cream-colored, fuzzy sheath with a sack hanging below it between two beautiful, beefy tiger thighs accented by her green stripes. The tip of her penis poked out a little, and I could tell it was feline. There was just enough time for me to process what she was packing before I got hit with a blast of booze-smelling piss. I quickly shut my eyes tight and wanted to close my mouth but couldn't, because I obviously can't. The taste wasn't the greatest but it's not the worst thing in the world; it tasted better than tobacco ashes for sure. Suddenly, my nipples perked up as the warm piss stream splashed against my boobs and tummy as my Mistress soaked my fur with her scent. To be fair, otter fur is fairly water-resistant, so I'm not too worried about being soaked in piss the rest of the night; it'll dry in no time, but the smell is a different story.
As soon as she started, it was already over; one of those quick but needy pisses. She pulled her boyshorts back up, adjusted her skirt, and ruffled my soaked hair. "I'm going out for a smoke, hun. Be right back~" She teased. I then heard her yell, "Oh boys! Feel free to use this new urinal I installed! Pee on it, get your rocks off it, whatever! Just don't rough it up too much or take it apart, please!" After she left to go wash her paws and leave me here, immediately several men of various sizes and anatomy formed a line in front of me.
...Fuck.
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I think I was chained up at that urinal for at least a half-hour, but it felt [i]much[/i] longer than that.
My breaths were heavy as I coughed up some of the piss, cum, and pussy juice out of my mouth, though it proved difficult with the ring gag in my maw. My fur was damp with everyone's fluids. I wasn't sure if I was sweating too, especially with how hot the bathroom's gotten with all these bodies coming and going to use me. But I didn't get any real rest once a geared-up rubber pony slid their sizable, rubbery girth into my sticky, musky maw. Whatever caused this transformation really did affect everyone similarly.
Their giant, rubber equine cock pushed the fluids back down my throat and stretched my maw past the ring gag keeping it open. I was already sore from everyone shoving their cocks and pussies in my mouth, some being more rough than others. I couldn't smell anything beyond genital fluids, not even the rubber pony slamming its cock in my maw. But I endured as much as I could; I just hoped my Mistress told someone our safe signals.
Speaking of, I didn't notice her walk in, not that I had much to look at with a giant pony dick pounding my maw.
"Alright boys! Fun's over!" I heard her yell. She must've muttered something to the rubber pony fucking my maw, who then kept fucking my maw like nothing was said. Wonder if she gave them permission to finish up.
For the most part, my eyes were closed, but I opened them briefly. I looked at my Mistress with horny, drunk eyes, cock slamming in and out of my maw, face and fur covered in gods know what, just like I should be. She stood there with an evil cat grin on her face with her arms crossed across her chest that bulged out of her leather jacket. I noticed in one of her paws she held a few clean, white towels; in the other was a spray bottle filled with what I assumed was a basic cleaning solution.
The pony bucked harder and faster as if it was on the verge of cumming, but I wasn't sure. I had a pretty good gag reflex, even if my facial anatomy was a little different now, but now I have all these fluids and this gag in my mouth. Between those and the cigarette ashes drying out my maw and throat earlier, I gagged and drooled even more as the pony went deeper and deeper down my throat. It didn't seem to take much longer after that to get a big load of its cum shooting down my throat and filling my maw, only making me gag and drool more.
It slid its dick out of me as soon as it entered my maw. Before I could put up three fingers, my Mistress had to stop someone who was much too eager to have a turn with me. Thank gods! Sure, I [i]loved[/i] being used like this, but I don't think I can take much more at this point.
She unchained me and took the gag out of my maw, handing me a towel as she helped me to my feet. My body ached, I felt stiff, my maw was sore, I still smelled bad even after wiping off all the fluids, yet I had so much fun doing that!
I handed the dirty towel back to my Mistress, only for her to give me the rest and the spray bottle, not once dropping that cheeky grin of hers. She clipped the leash to the back of my harness and snapped her fingers, pointing towards the urinal. "Clean up your mess, dear. Leave it better than when you found it."
"Yes, Mistress..." I replied, still coming down from all that excitement.
Cleaning the piss-soaked urinal and floor felt both oddly relaxing and degrading. Part of me wished I was wearing a maid outfit while doing this. I'm sure my Mistress would like the sight of that.
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After going through so much and feeling the most disgusting I had ever felt, I was tired and sore. I don't think I've ever felt more relieved to sit on a barstool of all things and relax. And yet, part of me wanted to keep going; part of me wanted to push myself past my limit. I couldn't explain it, but this new feeling spiked the shit out of my libido. It wasn't just my brain or my crotch feeling horny but my whole [i]body[/i] felt horny. Is this what it feels like? Is this what it feels like when women get horny?
I asked my Mistress as I sucked down my fourth drink of the night, still on her tab of course. She didn't partake for this round, as she reached her limit on booze.
"Well, given I've been on estrogen for a few years by now, uh, yeah. Ya do feel like your whole [i]body[/i] is horny, and you kinda don't want to stop, sometimes." She held out her paws, slowly extending and retracting her claws. "Though I don't feel it as much in my human form, this whole...thing amplifies it tenfold. I feel more confident when this temporary change happens to me."
Maybe I was too drunk, but I couldn't help but be hypnotized at my Mistress' paws and how naturally she manipulated them as she spoke. Not that I've already experienced how she's handled her new body all night, hehe.
"C-Can you show me, please, M-Mistress?" I asked, sipping on my drink. Hopefully she heard me with the vacuum chamber sucking away nearby.
One of her paws clenched around the leash as that devilish, feline grin of hers spread across her face. "Finish your drink first, slut. Mama don't want no quitters now~"
To be fair, I was more than eager to finish my drink before our next activity together. I probably looked like a little kid happily sucking on her juice box, as I hadn't realized how much I began wiggling about on the stool.
I heard my Mistress snicker. "Fuck, you're adorable." She hopped off her stool as soon as I finished and tugged on my leash.
Time for our next activity.
She led me into the main room of the club, the one with the dancefloor and stage, and headed straight for a vacant pillory. I blushed, knowing damn well what she had planned. Before I could register or prepare myself, my Mistress unclipped me and slammed my neck in the center hole, then forced my paws through the two on the sides, and slammed the pillory shut. Once I heard the [i]*click*[/i] of the padlock, I began wiggling in anticipation. I know I probably left a trail of my pussy juice all the way here, too; how the [i]hell[/i] am I still leaking this much!?
I squeaked as soon as I felt those delicate paws of hers invade my pussy and began to pant hard.
"Damn, my toy is [i]still[/i] well lubricated~" She cooed. "Perfect~"
Her fingers slid out of me and my head drooped a little as I looked at the floor. The screams and moans and primal animal noises rang in my ears as the music blared on. I began to zone out when I felt another object enter my wet hole, this one feeling more prickly.
"Aaaaggh~ M-Mistress, what are you--EEP!"
Holy shit is she fucking me!? With how much she's pounding my not-so-petite otter ass, it's like she was pushing me further into the pillory. I could feel the whole thing shake with each thrust, and my sizable breasts swung and shook below me despite the harness I wore. My Mistress kept this up for a bit, but suddenly paused for a moment; her prickly feline cock was still mostly all the way in me, from what it felt like. Suddenly, I felt her tug hard on my thick tail and go at it again. Harder. Faster. Aggressive. My moans were so loud and consistent that I felt like I was going to kill my vocal cords; but she felt so good inside me, dammit! I didn't know how long she was fucking me for, though you do tend to lose track of time as soon as you enter places like this.
Eventually her thrusts slowed but she made damn sure her cock was deep inside me. And then I felt her seed fill me up. My head drooped as my pussy clenched around her, as if it was trying to squeeze out every last drop of her cum. I felt my toes curl and my legs shake instinctively as my paws gripped at the air as if they were searching for something to cling on to.
She was still inside me but wasn't moving anymore. I felt her cock gently rub my insides and a paw gently scratch my back and behind one of my ears. Despite all the background noise drowning out nearly everything, I heard a faint "Good toy," from her.
"I am a good toy..." I muttered without hesitation. Fuck, I'm in my happy place right now.
I groaned a little as I felt her cock slide out of me with all those barbs, though it wasn't that painful in all honesty. My Mistress knelt down in front of me and lifted my head up by my chin, knowing I was too weak to do so on my own in this position and in this state. She gave me a quick kiss on the lips but then gagged in regret as she remembered all that's been done to me thus far.
"I know that was a quicky, but I [i]really[/i] needed that," she said. Even with the low but colorful, dancing lights around us, I noticed her eyes began to look heavy. "And [i]you[/i] look exhausted, my pet. Am I correct in that assumption?"
I nodded, barely getting out a smile with the tired, drunk, and horny daze I was in.
"Would you like to stay and be used some more? Or you think you've got your fill?" The way she asked made it seem like she was pulling the Domme mask aside, but still willing to keep it on if I so desired.
"M...More..." I could barely utter the word even without the club's noise drowning me out.
She smiled and petted my dingy, ruffled head fur. "Wait here, toy," she ordered before walking away.
Gods I know she's mocking me, but I wouldn't have moved from my spot even if I wasn't locked up like this.
Upon her return, she had two others with her: a quite curvy leather pony that I assumed was supposed to be a mare, and short, brightly colored lynx who most likely was originally one of the many fursuiters here before the change. But that was all I could register before the lynx undid something near the pony's crotch, revealing its horse-like neovag, and then having said genitals shoved in my tired, dirty face.
I don't think I've ever played with someone's neovag before, but it felt pretty damn close to the real thing. The slickness, the texture, the smell of her musk, combine that with the leather that's now permanently part of it got me wiggling and excited even more.
This state of bliss only kept me preoccupied for a moment until I let out squeaks of pain when I felt my tits getting slapped around and yanked on. I didn't know if it was my Mistress, the lynx, or some newcomer, but holy fuck did it hurt so good! But even that became paired with a prickly vibration shoved right into my abused pussy, along with the shock of cold lube greasing the walls of my tailhole, followed by what I assumed was a plug popping into it. I probably shook so hard from all this stimulation I'm sure I looked like I was about to rip the pillory right out of the ground!
I didn't know how long I was locked in there for. An hour? Until last call? Hell, I didn't know how long we were at the club! So many people of all varieties stopped by to give me all sorts of torment, even if most of them had dicks of various shapes and sizes.
After gods know how long I was in there and having all my holes and jiggly bits played with, I got to a point where I needed to stop. As soon as I gave the signal for my Mistress, she immediately told everyone near us to back off and unlocked me from the pillory. She helped me stand but I could barely do so on my own. I leaned on her stronger body and threw my limp, fuzzy arms around her neck as if I were a ragdoll. She embraced me in return, hoisting me up a bit so I'm more on my feet.
"Easy there, pet. You've had a long night," she said as she clipped the leash back on my harness.
I nodded as I leaned into her more. Suddenly, all the bright lights, loud music, and other noises from those still having their fun began to irritate and almost scare me; I had a sneaking suspicion what that feeling was, but I didn't want to dwell on it right now.
"I need to close my tab first and then we can go, okay?" Even with all the loud noises, I could hear her gruff but motherly tone clearly. Wonder if she recognizes my sudden mood drop.
All I could do was nod in response.
The walk to the bar, then out the main door, and finally, to Rickie's car felt like torture. The only thing I wasn't irritated by was the bright full moon hovering above us in the cloudless night sky. On top of my mood suddenly tanking, my whole body felt sore, dirty, and abused. At least Rickie wasn't walking in a full-blown sprint. I hadn't notice she "borrowed" a couple towels from the club for me to wrap up in, since I'm technically naked right now and we're no longer humans in fursuits.
The car ride back to the hotel was quiet, even Rickie wasn't playing her music like she usually did; probably for my sake. There was only one question she asked me not too long after we drove off.
"Did you have fun, dear?" She asked, softly.
Again, all I could do was nod in response.
She reached over and gave me a gentle scritch on my shoulder. "Good girl~"