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Ssevara’s Curse

Ssevara stepped through a portal into a world that seemed downright idyllic. Bright green trees, summer meadows studded with flowers, and clear blue skies surrounded the planeswalker Iksar. Immediately, everything she saw told her that this was a “backwater” – not in the negative way that the term usually implied, but simply a world far disconnected from the strife of the greater multiverse, shielded and insulated from the howling voids in between, and either went undiscovered or just deemed unimportant by the many conquering species. There were many such worlds; places that simply lacked the kind of resources or people that drew the eyes of tyrants or chaos.

Her own people, the Iksar, were often considered to be just that: a species of would-be tyrants. Ssevara had, perhaps, been like the rest of them, at first. But now, the centuries old archmage preferred to simply explore, and perhaps spread a bit of light mischief. Faced with what might eventually be an eternity of flitting through endless different worlds, each with their own people and quirks, it was difficult to hold onto any singular culture or even opinion, and she had long since abandoned the thought of trying. These backwater worlds were always a delight to stumble upon.

Really, the seeds of that mindset had been planted when she was first cursed. Many years ago, a rival mage had cursed the Iksar with what she had deemed an obscene body. Though initially she had resented it – spending years trying to find a cure after swiftly disposing of said rival – she had grown to not only tolerate her curse, but enjoy it. It was yet another example of how perspectives changed and shifted over hundreds of years, and how could they not?

Right now, her curse was obnoxiously tenting the front of her robes. Stiff, as it often was. Begging for attention and ruining her focus. How long had it been since she had last taken the edge off, as it were? Ssevara wasn’t sure. Planeswalking tended to muddle the sensation of time passing, even if it was effectively instant. But it felt like it had been months, if not years, with the heavy balls that accompanied her stiffness feeling terribly pent up.

She stretched, taking in the calm surroundings of this new world. Maybe it was time. She didn’t always indulge, as her curse had a particularly pernicious aspect to it: it was contagious. Any female she mated with – or perhaps, when in the mood, sunk her fangs into and pumped full of venom – would quickly end up sharing it. And any male would suffer the opposite effect, ending up with a fertile and ready slit in place of their cock. Well, that was how it had worked, at first.

With time, Ssevara had learned to control the curse. It no longer spread through sex unless she wanted it to, instead needing her venom to do so. There was really no need to let it spread, either, but she found it far more pleasurable to do so than not. It was the kind of mischief that she still enjoyed, in lieu of something more destructive. It was simply fascinating to see how a couple reacted when the woman ended up with a cock and the man with a pussy.

Sometimes those reactions were dramatic. Rarely, they’d split up. Usually, enthralled by a whole barrage of new sensations, they ended up carelessly rutting, with the male conceiving soon thereafter. Ssevara found that simply delightful, even if she was rarely there to see it happen. Simply knowing that it did was enough. The thought made her throb. Once upon a time, the feeling of precum soaking into her pristine robes had bothered her greatly, but in the end, it wasn’t really all that different from simply getting wet, and one simply had to choose what they preferred.

She had ended up preferring her cock. At least when she could find someone to take care of that arousal with. It was, certainly, difficult to concentrate with a hard cock aching for a warm, wet hole. But this kind of world – peaceful, idyllic, and often far less experienced in dealing with planeswalkers, curses, and mischief – was usually perfect for it.

Glancing around, the Iksar saw a cottage not too far from her, just across the meadows. Her sharp eyes spotted a feminine shape tending to the garden. A wolf, perhaps? A vixen? She couldn’t tell from so far away, but whoever it was, they would be her relief for the day. And after a welcome reprieve she’d be on her way again through the endlessly variable eternities between worlds. Ssevara grinned to herself as she approached.

The figure she had spotted was indeed a vixen. Her name was Theresa, and she lived a quiet life in the countryside with her husband, another red fox. There was nothing remarkable about their lives; they had met at a village festival, had fallen in love and quickly gotten married, and now, they lived a simple but fulfilling life tending to their animals, and little garden of herbs, with plans to eventually have children, though for now, they both hesitated, knowing the burden that doing so would impose. It was rare for them to receive any visitors, however, which made Thereas all the more fascinated by the robed figure she saw approaching.

A lizard? And not just that, a lizard in robes, this far in the countryside? She looked like a monk, only she had a feminine shape. A mage would have little reason to come this way. Books were rare out here, and there were no ruins worthy of scholarly attention. Theresa approached the lizard with equal curiosity, and the two met just under a tree near the farm, unintentionally but serendipitously just far enough that her husband – working the fields on the other side of the cottage – could neither see nor hear them.

“Greetings, fair lady,” Ssevara greeted the vixen, speaking an arcane language that, in the listener’s ears, became one that they understood. Of course, the vixen didn’t know that, so to her, the lizard sounded like a native speaker. “What tidings does the day bring you?”

“Only fair ones,” the vixen replied. The Iksar’s voice felt soothing and pleasant to listen to, somehow. “What brings you here? You don’t look like you’re from… well, anywhere that I know of.”

“I am a wanderer,” Ssevara replied, speaking nothing but the truth but leaving out the fact that she wandered across dimensions rather than a singular world. “And a lucky one at that, as I find myself here, in the company of a beautiful vixen.”

Theresa blushed a little. She couldn’t remember being complimented like that by another woman. It wasn’t that there was anything wrong with it; it had simply never happened, and now that it did, the vixen found herself a little flustered, a little aroused even, half because of the compliment and half because the Iksar practically radiated magical lust that Theresa couldn’t have known about.

“Well, thank you. My husband and I live here all alone, though, so I’m not sure if there’s really anything for you to see here,” Theresa apologized. Of course, her husband would probably be fine with her playing with other women, but it wasn’t a thought that had ever really crossed her mind. Or something she had asked about.

“Ah. You must get bored, at times. We all have that drive to explore, to some degree,” the Iksar grinned, stepping a little closer, well into the vixen’s personal space.

“W-well, there’s a lot to do here and,” the vixen paused, swallowing. She had a pretty good idea of what the strange reptile wanted, and while she wasn’t strictly opposed, she didn’t know how to react. Years of fantasies from her younger years came flooding back as she looked into the Iksar’s eyes. “It- it doesn’t leave for a lot of free time to t-think about…”

It had been a while for her, too. This close to harvest season, she and her husband were usually constantly busy, or too exhausted to really satisfy those kinds of urges. That made the attention of a beautiful stranger absolutely intoxicating, even if she clearly was from somewhere very far away. She weighed her options, but only briefly. They’d probably never meet again after today, and her husband would surely never know, regardless of whether he approved or not. Surely, it’d be fine, Theresa tried to justify herself. The lizard just had a certain magnetism that made it rather hard for her to simply say “no”.

Theresa briefly considered that some part of it was magic, which was, in fact, actually true. The curse had the side effect of leaving Ssevara – and her cock in particular – quite difficult to resist unless one was prepared for it. Any good curse liked to spread, after all, especially if the victim enjoyed spreading it, and Ssevara very much did.

“He doesn’t have to know,” the Iksar whispered, shedding that slight pretense of mere friendliness and revealing her true intentions to the gulping vixen. “And even if he did, he’d be totally fine with it anyway. All men love the idea of two women exploring each other.”

Not giving Theres any time to think, Ssevara stepped close to the vixen and wrapped her arms around her, squeezing her close. That was enough for her to notice the hardness pressed up against her, a very familiar feeling, but at the same time, startling when unexpected, like when combined with feminine softness.

“Y-you have a-” Theresa stuttered, but yet she made no attempt to pull away. If anything, the feeling was strangely seductive and pleasant. Part of it was the nature of the curse, though a bigger part was a natural, lusty curiosity. “A- a cock!”

“I do,” the Iksar hissed, gently. She pressed his snout to Theresa’s neck, tempted to bite, pump her full of venom, and gift the vixen a lovely cock of her own. Not yet, though. She had to take care of her own needs, first. Instead, she gently grabbed Theresa’s hand and guided it to that hardness, encouraging her to squeeze. “Do you like it?”

“Um,” Theresa hesitated. “I have a h-husband, what if you…”

“If I get you pregnant? Don’t worry, I can’t,” Ssevara lied. She could, but she wasn’t going to. By the time she left, the vixen would be the one breeding others. Men were the ones she liked breeding, but she was in the mood for a woman today. Tonight. Whatever time of day it really was. “So you can enjoy it without worrying at all.”

The vixen squirmed. Her eyes fluttered. It was as if pure, raw arousal soaked into her body where her fingers eagerly wrapped around the Iksar’s shaft. “I-I I don’t know, I shouldn’t…”

Rather than replying to her this time, Ssevara went in for the kill. Her slender hands slipped under the vixen’s top, and when she didn’t protest, slid them up to cup her soft, generous breasts, squeezing ever so slightly on them. The pleasure made the vixen gasp, and her grip tightened around the outlines of the lizard’s cock in turn.

Slowly, they sank down together under the shade of the tree, Theresa’s inexperienced mind easily overcome by Ssevara’s natural charisma. Another woman or not, married or not, she needed this. The faintest doubt only remained until their lips touched, at which point she knew it for sure, her hands scrambling to push under the reptile’s cloak until they found her wonderful cock. It felt even bigger, burning hot to the touch, and her entire body quivered with desire to do more, as touching her sparked a strange, needy flame in the vixen.

Soon, their hands were all over each other, Theresa pawing at the black-scaled Iksar’s shaft while the latter slowly eased her clothes off. The vixen was practically dressed for a day working the garden, but with a little bit of magic, her clothes came off easily. The instant her furred breasts bounced free, Ssevara was there, her tongue teasing over one pert nipple and then the other.

It was so easy to seduce these dwellers of idyllic planes. They’d probably never even heard of curses, Ssevara mused, as she quickly ended up pinning the vixen down, their lips locked together as she grinded against her now naked form, leaving a trail of precum in her fur before slipping lower, along the length of her increasingly damp slit. The tip of it caught just under the vixen’s clit, threatening to push inside, but Ssevara restrained herself, if only for a few moments. As much as she wanted to get off and relieve the pressure building in her balls, she wanted to savor the moment, too.

Just not for too long.

“T-take me, please,” the vixen gasped as the kiss broke, leaving their lips briefly connected by a thin string of saliva.

“Aren’t you eager, all of a sudden?” Ssevara replied, leaning down once again to nibble along the vixen’s neck, letting her venomous fangs graze across the soft, feminine skin. She only barely scratched Theresa’s skin, but still left just enough venom behind to infect her with the very first stages of the transformation. Not enough for her to lose the pussy that Ssevara was about to plunge into, but enough that, when the lizard’s hand crept down her body, she found her clit swollen and large to her touch. And touching that growing nub, in turn, made Theresa twitch with carnal delight.

A little more teasing followed, fingers dancing across sensitive flesh, a few nibbles here and there to subject the vixen to just enough transformative, aphrodisiac venom until she was trembling, all the previous hesitation melting away and oozing out of her along with the juices that her pussy was drooling with.

Only then did Ssevara finally penetrate and claim her. She hissed, thrusting deep in one smooth and practiced motion that left the vixen wide-eyed from that first surge of pleasure. Her hands were over her mouth again to muffle her moans, but there was only so much she could do, and each motion of Ssevara’s was reciprocated by a trembling whimper, breathy gasp, or muted groan.

Ssevara fucked her with quick, jagged strokes, feeling the vixen squeeze around her cock just as it would around her husband’s. There was a certain delight to it, in claiming this poor fox who would never see her again after today, but the true joy of it would be leaving her marked, perhaps marred, by her curse. As such, Ssevara, while certainly savoring the feeling of that wet, warm tightness massaging and tugging on her length, didn’t really hold back, letting her pleasure build with each thrust or her feminine hips.

All the half-forbidden pleasures had Theresa’s head spinning, and she laid there, squirming and moaning as this woman she had only met a few minutes ago had somehow already seduced her way into her eager cunt. Theresa felt slutty, dirty, but at the same time, it felt so good that she didn’t regret spreading her legs for the lizard for a single moment. It was heaven, her enormous cock feeling even bigger inside and nearly making her see stars, each deep thrust so ecstatic that she was soon moaning out loud despite doing her best to cover it up. And looking back at Ssevara, the Iksar grinned at her knowingly.

“You’re gonna remember this day forever,” she huffed, and meant every word. The vixen would certainly not forget it. Perhaps the sex would fade, but what Ssevara would leave her with never would. First, though, she’d focus on being the last person to ever enjoy that wonderfully tight pussy of hers. And so, the Iksar sped up, pinning the vixen’s shoulders to the grassy field as she really started to rut her, throwing away all pretense at elegance and gentleness.

Theresa came first. She embraced that shattering orgasm with all her heart, blissfully unaware that it’d be the last orgasm she’d ever have with a pussy. It was wonderful; her legs wrapped around the lizard’s hips and squeezed the two together instinctively, forcing that amazing, twitching cock deeper into herself. Pleasure shot through her like electricity, leaving every muscle in her body trembling and tensing as her pussy clenched in familiar orgasming rhythm around the stranger’s cock, milking it with passionate abandon and trying to force her to cum, to join her in that overwhelming pleasure.

Ssevara grunted. She was going to cum, but with a little self-control and much gritting of her teeth, she held herself there, buried deep in warm bliss, savoring each contraction of the vixen’s cunt around her. Maybe her husband wasn’t good enough, or maybe it was the sheer taboo of their union, but she came almost explosively, eyes rolling back as she weakly fucked herself deeper onto the Iksar’s cock as she came.

Not long after that, Ssevara came too. Only when she did, when she felt that pressure overflow, she sunk her fangs into Theresa’s neck and injected her with a full dose of her venom. Immediately, pleasure overwhelmed the twang of pain, and if anything, being bitten like that only made the vixen cum harder, until she was thrashing and trembling, unable to even think about anything but how the Iksar’s cock bucked inside her, the deep heat that followed each pulse, the sheer amount of cum that her curse made her produce pooling deep inside the vixen’s pussy and even leaking into her thirsty womb.

Of course, she’d never get pregnant. Ssevara’s venom ensured that; before she was even done grunting and groaning as she emptied every last drop of her plentiful seed into her newest lover, the transformation was already well underway. The fox’s cum-filled womb, having soaked in what the lizard had to offer, was already shivering as it began to form into a pair of quite virile balls.

Ssevara kept fucking the vixen throughout her orgasm, pushing her cum deeper with each thrust, shivering with pleasure at both the relief from her long time of being pent up, and even more so knowing exactly what was happening to the vixen. She was growing tighter around the Iksar’s cock already, and soon, she’d be too tight. But until that point, Ssevara wanted to enjoy that beautiful tightness around her, clamping down around her each time her shaft throbbed. For a brief moment, she almost wanted to the vixen to get pregnant, but as always, that was a fate she preferred leaving to the males.

Eventually, though, she was sated, having pumped the vixen so full of cum that the grass beneath her was soaked. Theresa’s belly bulged ever so slightly, and she certainly couldn’t remember ever feeling so utterly filled by her partner. But she didn’t have very long to linger and think about those sensations, because the transformation had begun and was growing more and more intense. Her insides didn’t hurt, but there was a strange feeling of heat that had her squirming, even while trying to simply enjoy that feeling of cum soaking into what felt like everywhere inside her.

“I feel a bit... weird,” she finally gasped, and Ssevara smiled back at her.

“Oh, we haven’t even gotten to the best part, yet,” she grinned, flexing her cock inside the vixen’s pussy one last time.

“W-what’s the best part?” Theresa asked. The feeling was getting overwhelming now, like something was definitely changing inside her. Yet, she couldn’t make heads or tails of it; it was pleasurable, seductive, and it felt right.

“You’ll see in just a moment,” Ssevara replied. She never wanted to spoil the surprise; the look in a woman’s eyes when she grew a cock and a pair of balls was intoxicating to watch. Doubly so for males who lost theirs and were then always, promptly knocked up. She only wished she could be here to see that happen with Theresa’s husband, but unfortunately, she didn’t have much more time to spend in a backwater world like this.

With a satisfied sigh, Ssevara pulled out. Her cock was swiftly followed by a gush of spilled seed from the vixen’s pussy. The pussy that she wouldn’t have for much longer; the venom ensured that the curse would clam her. Theresa gasped again, barely having any time to react before her clit was suddenly painfully hard, throbbing eagerly. More cum leaked out of her as her body expelled what remained in the process of reconfiguring to a different kind of anatomy.

Ssevara watched eagerly. As good as emptying her balls into the vixen had felt, this was better. Other than transforming males, it was what she enjoyed most about sex. The way the vixen’s pussy slowly began to seal up and then plump out, forming what'd soon be a pair of very demanding balls that she’d have to regularly empty in turn. The way she squirmed as her clit slowly swelled out, growing out from just above the forming sack.

“What’s- what’s happening?” Theresa squeaked. The process was pleasurable enough that she could barely get the words out. Surges of pleasure shot through each time her growing clit twitched, becoming a little bigger and firmer.

“This is that bet part. We’re just giving you something to remember me by,” Ssevara replied, her voice a hiss of excitement as she watched the vixen’s new cock slowly form, pushing outwards as it grew and swelled from perhaps the size of a little finger to something meatier, something eager and ready to penetrate a partner and perpetuate the Iksar’s curse. It looked beautiful, leaking precum into her fur well before even being fully formed; a perfect, vulpine shaft, with a slight bulge just near the sheath into which it’d retreat once sated. “Don’t worry, though. You’re going to love it, and so’s your husband.”

Before the fox could stutter out anything else, Ssevara grabbed her growing cock, stroking it gently and nearly sending Theresa into spasms as she, for the first time, experienced the very concentrated pleasure of a proper cock. She huffed, then moaned out loud before clamping both hands over her muzzle, perhaps worried that her husband might hear her cries of pleasure as Ssevara kept stroking, cupping her developing balls with her other hand to coax them into growing big, plump, and ever so virile.

“There we go. Doesn’t that feel just wonderful?” Ssevara purred as her curse worked its magic, the vixen’s cock growing until it looked just like any other cock, slick preseed leaking down the aching, throbbing length that had once been her clit, soaking her balls that were currently churning, producing the very first load of cum that she’d ever spurt out.

But then, Ssevara suddenly stopped. She let go of the vixen’s cock, leaving it to throb and buck desperately in the cooling evening air.

“W-why did you, why did you stop? Oh, gods,” Theresa moaned, her hips thrusting up on pure instinct in the vain hope that her cock would catch on something and let her cum, but there was no relief, and she didn’t quite dare touch that new addition yet. She did stare at it, though, longingly, her brain barely putting two and two together, struggling to register the fact that it was her cock, attached to her body, though she certainly felt that needy, half-masculine pressure in her loins and shaft, demanding to be relieved.

“Oh,” was all she could muster.

“Oh, indeed. You look beautiful like that,” Ssevara hissed. “But I want your first orgasm to be with your husband.”

“He’s… he’s going to be horrified! M-mortified!” Theresa protested, both fearful and deeply enraptured by her changed anatomy.

“No, he won’t,” the Iksar grinned at the transfixed vixen, who was staring breathlessly at her new, aching cock. “You can share that gift with him, too. It doesn’t need my venom. That makes it easier, yes, but just… intimacy will be enough.”

She didn’t elaborate on what she meant, but it was clear enough. Whatever curse the strange lizard had spread to her worked on males too. And being that he already had a cock, it could only mean that he’d lose his and end up with a pussy, instead. Probably. The thought made her throb, and that sensation in turn made the vixen squeak with surprise, completely unused to the “curse” of having a cock.

“With that, though, I think I should continue wandering,” Ssevara said, in an almost apologetic tone. “There are many worlds to be explored, after all. Have fun with your new addition. I think you and your husband will… well, certainly have a new dynamic soon.”

“Wait, you can’t just leave me like this!” the vixen protested.

Ssevara smiled a toothy grin at her. “Don’t worry, you’ll learn to love it.”

With that, she waggled her fingers. A strange, shimmering tear appeared, floating in thin air, and the Iksar, blowing a kiss to the vixen, stepped through and disappeared, along with any trace that she had ever been there.

Well, except for the prominent, hard cock that now jutted out from Theresa’s crotch, occupying not only part of her body but a significant portion of her mind. There was an overwhelming desire to push it into, well, anything really, but just the thought of slowly thrusting into a wet, warm mouth or a pussy made her throb again. Theresa wanted to feel angry, wanted to feel like her body was ruined, but she couldn’t. The sharp pangs of desire just imagining rutting something hard with primal, animalistic abandon made it hard to think or feel anything else. It was unlike anything she’d ever felt before; a deeply demanding arousal that wouldn’t let up. As her thoughts kept drifting to those of a pussy slowly yielding around her, hugging every inch of her and squeezing on her length, she watched as precum slowly oozed from her tapered tip.

How would her husband react? He’d be horrified. Unless… unless she introduced him to it in a way that made him appreciate it more. Immediately, Theresa felt guilty about it. She was supposed to be angry at the lizard for doing this to her, and yet, her immediate reaction was to inflict this curse on someone else, someone she loved, at that, for no other reason than to ease that aching pressure in her balls. No wonder men were always so eager to fuck. She immediately understood those desires much more intimately, having had no idea how bad it’d get.

She stared at her beautiful yet obscene cock, and the heavy but tender balls just below it for a little longer, wrestling with that internal conflict. But like most people new to having a cock, her resistance was slowly crumbling. Surely it wouldn’t be that bad if her husband had a nice, warm pussy for her to enjoy, just like he had enjoyed hers until now. Really, it was only fair. And if the lizard was right, he wouldn’t really want to resist, anyway. Besides, she really had to do it, or she’d be unable to concentrate on anything, much less sleep.

And so, Theresa made a plan, guided by the same rather perverted urges that drove Ssevara to spread her curse voluntarily despite being perfectly able to stop those changes from happening.

She was curled up in bed by the time her husband, a fox named Vincent, got inside after a long day in the fields. By then, it was well after sunset, with the room lit only by a singular candle, which helped conceal Theresa’s new appendage. He got into bed as usual, cuddling up to her from behind. He wasn’t expecting much, but to his surprise, Theresa seemed quite needy, squirming against him in a way that quickly made his own cock slip out of its sheath and nestle against her soft, fuzzy ass.

“I want you to eat me out,” Theresa whispered, quietly, while guiding his hands away from her crotch, as she knew fully well that he might be a little shocked if he touched it like that, before being as affected by the curse as she was. And she wasn’t sure if it was transmissible through plain touch. The strange lizard had mentioned needing intimacy, and Theresa took that to mean sex.

“What’s gotten into you tonight?” Vincent huffed, but he was certainly on board, slowly sliding down under the blankets. Immediately, he could smell how needy Theresa was, which only made him harder, and he licked his lips in anticipation.

The shock came when she suddenly grabbed his head as she turned around. Rather than the pussy he had grown to love, something rather hard and firm pressed against his lips, smearing slippery precum all over them. He gasped in surprise, and Theresa thrust into his open mouth.

“Mmf-” he protested, putting his hands against Theresa’s thighs as he suddenly found his mouth stretched wide open by a cock, but the angle made it awkward, and her hands on his head made it almost impossible, at least as long as he was startled. “Mmfph!”

Vincent couldn’t make heads or tails of what was happening. The person he was with was unmistakably Theresa, the same woman he’d lived with and loved for a dozen years at this point, and yet the cock in his mouth was equally unmistakably real, and it was attached to her body, the familiar and comfortable pussy that used to be there gone without a trace.

He groaned, trying harder to pull away, and almost succeeding before he breathed in through his nose and caught the scent of pure need. Theresa, changed as she was, still smelled exactly like she had before, just with a strange, musky undertone, one that made his eyes water. He felt the shaft filling his mouth throb lazily, something wet coating his tongue and dribbling down it. Precum?

Immediately, his mind began to grow strangely hazy. The urge to pull off her cock turned from a panic to mild worry, his treacherous instincts telling him to just enjoy it. After all, what was the harm in doing so? She was still the same Theresa, the beautiful vixen that he loved. He had never fantasized about sucking a cock before – only having his own sucked – but it suddenly felt like exactly the right thing to do, as if the firm warmth filling his mouth was desirable somehow.

It tasted good. Not like anything he was used to, but sexy. Raw, primal, and carnal. Some part of his mind still urged him to pull off and do it quickly, as if somehow aware of what would transpire if he didn’t, but that part was submerged in growing lust.

“Just suck it for a bit, please,” Theresa whispered, and that was all it took. Screw it, Vincent thought; it was still his partner, no matter what had happened to her body.

And so, he sucked. It all came surprisingly naturally as he applied a gentle suction, exploring that tapered length with his tongue. Theresa let out a moan as his tongue flicked over the tip, and that sound, as it always did, egged him on. It wasn’t that different to eating her former pussy, really. Each lick teased out another little throb and a droplet or two of precum that tasted just like she’d always tasted, that feminine tang that drove the fox absolutely wild.

In fact, with each little bob of his head, each lick of his tongue, he found himself enjoying the moment a little more. A cock wasn’t so bad if it was attached to Theresa. There was a sexy kind of comfort to pleasuring her, even if he didn’t really know what he was doing. Still, he settled into sucking and teasing her as he stopped struggling to get free entirely.

His body was already changing. He didn’t notice it yet, caught in the new excitement of learning how to suck a cock – it wasn’t too hard, he repeated the kind of motions that he liked having her do on his own shaft – and with his mouth awash in such sexy flavors, he didn’t pay attention to himself.

Vincent’s cock was already shrinking. It was still raging hard, but dwindling, each eager bob of his head upon Theresa’s cock enforcing the curse more firmly, leaving his bottom half more and more feminine.

Yet he had no idea about this curse, and so, unknowingly let it in. It wasn’t long before Theresa was moaning out loud again, rocking her hips against his snout, just as spellbound as he was with the new sensations flooding her. The lizard’s hand had felt good; her husband’s mouth felt amazing, and all of her attention was entirely focused on her cock, where it throbbed and twitched in his warm, wet maw.

She didn’t last long at all, and how could she, completely unfamiliar with how a building “male” orgasm even felt? All Theresa knew was that there was pleasure, growing so intense that her eyes were tearing up. It kept feeling better and better, more and more overwhelming until she was fucking her husband’s mouth hard, grinding against him, at some point even forcing her cock down his throat – which he could only handle because of the intoxicating effects of the curse taking hold – and that final clench of his throat-muscles around her shaft was what pushed her over the edge.

The orgasm that she never saw coming hit her like a freight train. Her fingers dug into Vincent’s scalp as she thrust deep into his mouth, threatening to choke him, and her cock throbbed hard. For Vincent, he recognized what was going on, but by that point he was too dizzy to even dream of trying to struggle and get away. Instead, when the first thick, warm spurt of cum hit the back of his throat, he did what came instinctively, and swallowed. Then, he swallowed again, and again, almost greedily gulping down Theresa’s cum to the point he could feel it, rich and warm, in his throat and then his belly. She came like a firehose, another little gift from the Iksar, her sheer volume almost matching Ssevara’s own, and she flooded Vincent’s mouth with it, soaking his tastebuds so that all he could taste was that wonderfully musky cum. And with that, Ssevara’s curse fully took hold.

He was squirming when Theresa’s cock slipped out of his muzzle – still hard, of course, and still aching for more, the vixen not even half spent despite the massive orgasm – and then, he gasped as he felt a surge of pleasure. It was completely unlike what Theresa had felt before; rather than the pinpoint focus of lust being his cock, it seemed to be radiating throughout his whole body, making his limbs tingle, making his toes curl, and his legs nudge apart with a mind of their own.

Her heart beating rapidly with excitement, Theresa tore the blanket off her husband to watch. And sure enough, by the time that she did, his cock had already shrunk to maybe half its original size.

“W-what-” Vincent stuttered, gazing down at himself in spellbound terror, though not without that ever-present searing touch of deep, all-consuming lust. Theresa’s cum felt like white-hot magma inside him, inflaming his senses to a degree he’d never experienced before. Even the air on his fur felt good. “What’s happening?”

“You’ll see,” Theresa huffed in response, echoing how Ssevara had acted. But then, she fixed her eyes to Vincent’s changing body. Between his legs, his once proud cock shrank to a mere nub, a clit, with his balls slowly pulling tight against his body as they, in turn, were transforming to become a pair of ripe ovaries deep inside him. Vincent’s eyes rolled back as they disappeared, sucked into his body with an orgasmic wave of pleasure, and where they had once been, the skin was already growing softer, smoother, and plumper. Not like a sack, but like a mound.

Theresa ran her fingers down that slowly deepening groove and Vincent squirmed with unexpected pleasure. That was when he realized the terrifying reality of what was happening to him; just like Theresa had grown a cock, whatever had happened seemed to be spreading; he was growing a pussy in turn. And worse yet, he couldn’t bring himself to protest, to fight back, to even really mind it with how good it was feeling. Doubly so when Theresa’s probing fingers suddenly pushed inside him, in a totally alien sensation, as his body yielded and that newly-formed pussy opened up as if to invite something to penetrate it.

“You look so sexy like that,” Theresa murmured. She could barely contain herself, wanting to fuck her husband right now, but he wasn’t deep and wide enough yet. Instead, the vixen began to slowly slide her fingers in and out of Vincent’s new, clutching sex, delighted to feel how eagerly it massaged her digits. How easily it’d massage her cock, too.

“N-no, I don’t… oh, fuck, that feels so good,” Vincent groaned as Theresa curled her fingers inside him, expertly finding his g-spot, something that the fox had never even known existed. But when Theresa’s nimble digits rubbed across it, he felt another whole new sensation; a sort of warm flush that propagated through his body, centered but not focused on his new, feminine mound, and leaving him feeling damp. Wet, even. Was he getting wet? The thought made him blush, but at the same time, once again, it felt right.

He wasn’t meant to have a pussy. But he did, and it came with a feeling of emptiness inside him. Theresa playfully slid another finger into him, as if coaxing him to open up more, and the answer to the emptiness inside him became apparent; that hard, ready cock between her legs. Vincent let out a needy whimper as a third finger joined in spreading him wide, and he bucked his hips against the sensation, knowing that he was quickly getting soaked from the way his wife was fingerfucking him, only occasionally brushing over the clit that’d once been his cock.

A short while later, that feeling of wanting to be filled began to change into something else, another sensation that he didn’t quite recognize. The need grew more desperate, more primal, like he didn’t just want to get fucked, he needed it. He was, entirely unbeknownst to himself, going into heat, his body demanding to be mated and seeded, with entirely predictable consequences, should he let it happen.

But those consequences, or even what his heat actually meant, never crossed his mind. He was a man, after all, and so he didn't even begin to feel the fear or anticipation of getting bred, not the way they would’ve for someone who had always been aware of that potential risk resulting of letting a bare cock into their equally unprotected pussy.

Equally, though on some level Theresa knew what the cock and balls she was so very aware of could do, it didn’t really register as anything more than an abstract notion, a background idea easily overcome by the growing desire to finally slide it inside a pussy. She felt like how a teenage boy did, or so she thought at least, willing to give almost anything and ignore any concerns just to finally feel one squeeze around her shaft. In fact, her oversized cock was already drooling with excitement, soaking the mattress where she squirming as she waited for Vincent to be ready.

Then, unable to fight it any longer, she climbed on top of him. There was a flash of fear in his eyes, like this somehow meant he’d be less of a man. In some ways, perhaps he would be, if only to himself. And yet he couldn’t fight the urge to spread his legs in invitation.

“We shouldn’t, what if- what if something happens?” he choked, warned by some barely developed instinct that saw that naked, knotted cock and knew exactly what it’d lead to.

“Please, I need to feel you,” Theresa pleaded. She could barely think, as she smelled his deeply intoxicating new scent, feeling like she wanted to bury her nose against his folds and just sniff him directly. But more than that, she needed the one thing everyone newly experiencing the joys of having a cock felt. “…need to feel you around me.”

Her hips twitched. The tapered tip of her cock rubbed against his slit, and as always, the feeling was electrifying. She wanted to be careful, wanted to take it slow and not cause Vincent any discomfort, but that jolt of pleasure made her hips thrust convulsively, and that resulted in her cock dipping into the beautiful, wet sex that she desired so badly. Her eyes went wide, and Vincent’s doubly so, both of them gasping in unison at just how good it already felt. Like their very first time, or even better, even more overwhelming and all-consuming than that. It was like magic, and she couldn’t stop herself from pushing herself deeper into that wonderful place that meant everything to her.

“Oh, f-fuck,” Vincent moaned. He could feel himself conforming to Theresa’s cock, as if his pussy was molded just for her, and he felt every detail of her cock and every pulse of her rapid heartbeat. “That’s… wow.”

Theresa surrendered to her urges and began to thrust, imitating what Vincent and Ssevara had done, and found that it came rather easily. After all, biology – cursed or not – intended for it all to be simple and easy: too easy to resist, and far too easy to finish in that messy, fertilizing way it always tended to

Vincent felt her throb again, a hotter wetness spreading deep inside him. At first, he thought she had already reached her peak, but then quickly figured out it was precum, being pumped somewhere unfamiliar in his body. And that sparked his first thought of what might happen. Yet, instead of articulating that fear, he moaned as Theresa’s cock struck that sensitive bundle of nerves again, scrambling his thoughts for a good few thrusts, each of which made Theresa’s knot swell a little more too. By the time he could speak again, there was a distinct tug each time the vixen pulled out, her knot stretching Vincent’s lips wide and threatening to get stuck inside.

“S-stop, you gotta… gotta stop, what if-” he stuttered, trying his best to get the words out before he slumped back on the bed in another quake of pleasure, sopping wet and overcome with the bliss of it all. At the same time, his legs ended up wrapped around Theresa’s slender waist, and again it was without any conscious input of his own.

Theresa heard what he said, but her hips kept moving, cock pistoning in and out of Vincent’s reshaped body. She wasn’t thinking clearly, if at all, with her cock doing most of that for her, caring only about reaching the beautiful orgasm that was just a few thrusts away. Nor would it really matter; she had already leaked some of her very potent seed into Vincent’s pussy from her previous orgasm, with all of those remaining swimmers flushed into the warm comforts of his body by precum.

“I c-can’t stop,” she groaned.

Maybe it was only half true, but as she said it, her knot suddenly got stuck. A hard yank of her hips didn’t get it out, not with Vincent clenching so hard around her, and that was when she suddenly realized what he had been implying. What if he got pregnant? Yet, before she could really consider the implications, her orgasm had already started, the vixen well past the point of no return that she’d one day learn to recognize.

She erupted inside Vincent violently as her mind went blank with pleasure. Cumming in his mouth had felt good; this felt divine, the shocks of pleasure so intense that she had no choice but to bury her cock as deep as she could, ecstasy radiating along her spine, through every tensing muscles in her hips and legs, with her mind barely conscious of what was happening except that it felt incredible, like she had suddenly stumbled upon the meaning of life, each jerk of her cock and each pulse of cum splattering inside her husband reinforcing that eye-watering, mind-melting euphoria of finally getting to empty her balls exactly where their contents belonged.

It was even better for Vincent. He felt thick heat inside him, and it set something off, another of those feminine instincts that he didn’t yet fully understand. The orgasmic satisfaction of being inseminated while at the height of his curse-induced heat. His legs were suddenly like a vice grip on Theresa’s waist, desperately holding her in place and stopping any attempt at pulling out, even if she managed to find the willpower to do so, even if her knot hadn’t been buried balls deep inside his body, doubly ensuring that they stayed locked together until every potent rope of cum had been pumped into him.

As a result of all that confusion and lust, and in spite of the brief anxieties they might have felt, the lovers stayed tightly bound together, trembling in the throes of their orgasms. Theresa couldn’t stop and Vincent wouldn’t let her; no, they needed this. Needed every last throb and clench, every seed-delivering buck of Theresa’s vulpine cock, and every needy, milking, eager-to-get-pregnant clench of Vincent’s new cock.

It was just as Ssevara had planned it would, even if the Iksar wasn’t there to witness it herself. She knew it was happening because it always did. Nobody could really control themselves enough during the “first time” mating after her curse.

And so, every last drop of the virile cargo in Theresa’s balls ended up in Vincent’s womb instead. The climax went on for what felt like forever, until both were panting, too sensitive to even move. Eventually, Theresa collapsed on top of her husband, still tied firmly to him, both of them too exhausted to do anything but lie there for a good few hours, all of which were spent either dozing off or staring into each other’s eyes, as if trying to process what had just happened.

Finally, well into the night, Theresa’s shaft began to soften, her knot shrinking enough to slip free. She finally pulled out, and groaned as she got up on her knees, only to be immediately transfixed by the beautiful sight of her pearly seed slowly oozing out of her lover, just barely visible in the darkness, lit only by the remaining stub of a candle from earlier in the night. Had it always looked so wonderful, so sexy, when Vincent had seeded her before all this? No wonder he was constantly horny. And no matter how hard she tried not to focus on that sight, she grew hard again, having recovered enough in those few hours spent fast asleep with her breasts squashed against Vincent’s chest.

He stirred awake, staring emptily for a few minutes before finally remembering everything that had transpired. “What if… what if I get pregnant?” Vincent huffed. It was hard to worry about it in his relaxed, deeply satisfied state, but feeling Theresa’s seed leaking out of him in thick rivulets made it impossible to ignore, either. And the sight of her swelling cock proved a powerful reminder. “A-are we really ready to have kits?”

“We’ll worry about that if it happens,” Theresa replied, the lust in her ravenous eyes concealed by the dim lighting. “I- I mean, it probably won’t happen anyway. Not this easily at least…”

She desperately wanted an excuse to keep fucking Vincent’s amazing new cunt, to the point she lied even to herself. Surely, the risk was small. Before these changes, they’d had unprotected sex so many times and nothing had happened yet, she reasoned. So, there was no real harm in taking a few more turns.

“I hope not,” Vincent groaned. She was probably right, anyway. He had cum so hard his entire body felt limp and his pussy ached, yet he still wanted more. “You’re- you’re probably right.”

Granted, neither of them knew just how virile and fertile the curse had left them, and just as Vincent gasped out those last words, succeeding only at inflaming the desire for more inside him, Theresa’s sperm had already found his eggs, just in time for her hardening cock to slip into his cum-soaked and sloppy pussy again, banishing all those thoughts.

They’d worry about it soon enough. But until then, they’d fuck like teenage rabbits in heat.