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Fawkes' ears swiveled around as he walked towards the door. Not just any door either. He was the lucky one tonight and was going to get to have some fun with The Courtesan. Why him? Who know really, there was no telling with the Dreamweaver. It was hard enough to get into the place to begin with. Money, connections, status, none of it mattered on if you did or didn't get in. The bouncers didn't seem to have a system, yet worked smoothly and efficiently. He'd seen nobles, merchants, and commoners all turned away.

Then they let him in. He was common enough. Black cat, lean build, tall, shaggy brown hair, a soldier by trade. Nothing special really. Yet the doorman had simply waved him inside without a second look. Some drink, some food, all very reasonably priced. He'd started to chat with one of the employees, wondering on what he could get up to, when they were interrupted. Another one of the employees simply said, "The Courtesan wants this one." Then it was VIP treatment all the way.

A part of him had wanted to linger. Chat with people, make connections, and enjoy the offered drinks. Some voice told him it'd be better to not leave this mysterious Courtesan waiting.

Oh he'd heard the rumors about who and what this person was. A god of pleasure perhaps. Some succubi or devil, seeking power and providing unspeakable pleasures in return. There were more rumors than stars in the sky. The few that could attest to what happened behind closed doors refused to speak of it. Beyond vague whimsy and wistful smiles.

The mere thought of it made his manhood twitch in his pants. Eager to see what was in store.

As he approached the door, it swung open for him. Ears perked, but the cat calmly strode in. Only glancing back as the door silently swung shut and latched behind. "Huh," he breathed before looking into the room itself.

He was in a lounge or sitting room. Great couches and chairs surrounded a table. Drinks and light snacks waited for him on the table. The room was lit softly from somewhere he couldn't see. Warm, cozy, but not too hot. Another door opened into a bedroom with a great, curtained canopy bed. A shadow moved behind the curtains, a figure sitting up and turning to face him. Oh he felt a shiver race along his spine at the shape. Somewhat undefined, yet the eyes and mouth glimmered in the shadow. As if it were merely a flat representation on the cloth. A shadow puppet, hiding the real person behind the curtain. "Hello, Fawkes." The voice breathed, low, soft, neither male nor female. Despite being across the room, he could almost feel it puffing against his ear. "Come, have a seat. Tell me what you'd like to experience."

Fawkes sank into a chair and began to think. What would he like? As his mind searched, he tilted his head back and looked around the room. "Ah, hmm..." He didn't notice how the shadow shifted on the curtains. Face growing longer, ears rising from the hair, growing more pointed. "I suppose... I don't know, I figure what I'd really want would be something simple. Straightforward?" Movement caught his eye. A hand pulled the curtain back.

The Courtesan slid out from behind the curtains. A mare, some sort of draft horse it looked like. Pelt a deep roan color, with an almost pure white mane. Her features were soft, curves in all the right places. Muscles shifted and rolled under a nightgown so sheer it hid nothing, only obscured the edges of her form. She stood and strode towards him. Hooves thumping off the floor as she crossed the distance. Her body all but filling the doorway as she strode through. Ears having to fold back to avoid thunking off the frame. "Just simple, hmm?" Her voice was honey sweet. Each word dripping and rolling across his senses. He felt his breath catch as she rounded the couch and moved to sit across from him. "Well, even something simple done well can be rather fun." There was a sweet smile as she turned towards him. Calmly taking one of his hands and guiding it to her ample breast. "Shall we start with... Simple?"

Fawkes' mouth watered as she drew his hand to her breast. The fabric of her gown so sheer and soft, it almost melted away under his touch. Excitement coursed through him as he swept his hand over and around her breast. Fingers picking out the dark nipple and drawing a breathy noise from her. [i]I wonder how it feels, he couldn't help but wonder.

"Do you want to know how it feels?" she breathed and moved in. The warmth of her body pressed against his. Light touch sliding over his front, fingers easing against his tunic. As her gown fell open, he felt her fingers pass through his shirt. "The weight," her breast pressed to his hand, "the softness," she moaned quietly, "the sensitivity, and of course..." a smile as she pushed at his shirt, "the pleasure." Her hand swept up his chest and the shirt melted away under her touch. Some part of Fawkes registered the strangeness as his shirt fell away from his body. Not ripped or torn, but simply fell away and left his chest bared.

Her touch mirrored his. Fingers easing over his chest, circling his pectoral, and brushing ever so gently over his nipple. "Please," he found himself breathing the request.

"Then so it shall be."

Before he could ask what she meant, the mare leaned in and pressed him into a kiss. Fawkes jolted, shivered, then melted into the embrace as her lips and tongue played with his. The cat let out a rather surprised mewl, ears folding back as a shiver raced down his spine. Fur bristled and stood on end, making him look that much larger. She broke the kiss, smiled, and began to gently kiss her way down his cheek. Over his jawline to his neck. Down to his collarbone where she lingered for a second. Fawkes felt his blood start to rush and hum, cock straining at the fabric of his pants. He couldn't pull away, couldn't resist, and didn't dare shift away from her.

Fingers danced over his chest, circling his pectoral. Her lips fluttered past his collarbone and spilled down. Broad, strong tongue pressed to his nipple, flattening it a second before letting it spring back up. He arched, gasped in surprise as pleasure rolled through him. He'd had people play with him there before, but it was a mere shadow of what the Courtesan was doing to him. Each lick, every lap, was a whole new world of pleasure for him. He shivered, grabbing at her head and mane. Fingers twined and dug through her mane. His teeth dug at his lip as he let out sweet, soft whimpering noises. She smiled up at him and pressed her tongue to his teat again.

As she pulled away, a new weight formed on his chest. Unnoticed at first. The barest swell along his chest. Sleek, slender frame began to grow, round out ever so slightly. That toned chest began to soften, fur bristling and rolling as a slow change began to happen.

He didn't realize he'd been leaning away until his back pressed to the seat. The mare leaned over him, hair shielding her eyes. Hot breath blasted his chest as she breathed out a quiet snort. Fine hairs on her muzzle tickled his flesh before powerful lips closed around his teat and she began to suck. Fawkes crane his head, mouth open, panting now as she bobbed her head. Suckling at his teat with a passion that warmed his chest. He could only watch with lidded eyes and a breathy gasp as his chest grew with each passing second. Once flat, now growing into a healthy set of breasts. Breasts which the mare was more than happy to play with. Cupping, using her thick nails to tease his soft flesh, then pinch and lift for her hungry mouth.

"Nnngh!" he managed to squeak out as her broad tongue pressed at his nipple again. There was pleasure, new and alien, that he'd never imagined he felt. His cock strained against the fabric of his pants as she played with him. A wicked smile formed as she looked up at him. Casually trailing fingers over his belly and down to his pants.

All it took was a tug and he was laid naked before her. Clothing flung somehow, and somewhere, into the room. Not that the cat cared. The mere touch of air against his bare member was enough to make him nearly yowl. Fingers dug at her hair, body arched and shivered. A little whine beat at the back of his throat as she tended to him.

Fingers brushed his cock and set him off. Eyes rolled back as the cat yowled like a needy, feral beast. The sound broke free of his mouth in a shriek as his body heaved and hips bucked. Balls leapt and cock twitched as he fired his seed across his belly and front. Orgasmic bliss shot through his core and pressed him against her larger form. She wasn't done with him yet, no, she was only just getting started. She had him for the evening, after all, and she had plans.

Fawkes felt his gaze drawn down his body as she moved. Letting him watch as she stroked his still twitching cock. Spreading his excitement and seed over his length. Tension built in his core as he watched. Realizing after a few seconds that his cock was shrinking. Every twitch, each clench, it shrank further and faster. He felt that tension gathering in his core. A low whine built in his throat, body lifting up against her. Eyes wide as his once proud manhood vanished between her fingers. Fingers which cupped and teased his balls, nudging them up as well.

Except she wasn't pressing them up. They were retreating. Following the path of his cock as they pulled tight and up. Fawkes felt that tension, the pressure, as it began to travel upwards. Sliding through his groin and settling in his belly with a new weight.

Then a pulse. Raw heat surged through his body. Fawkes hissed and arched, claws coming to bare and twitching.

"It is a little intense at first," her voice remained calm and smooth. The mare began to kiss her way down his belly. Fawkes' thighs shook the fell apart as she touched them. "Any time you change genders it can be," breath washed over his groin. She smiled at him, "Well, transformative. Not to mention," powerful hands pressed his thighs up, "overwhelming."

Her broad, equine tongue flicked out and Fawkes nearly passed out. As it ran over where his privates had proudly hung, there was a new sensation. The feeling of newly formed, untested lips being pressed apart. Lights flashed and danced before his eyes as the tongue traveled up. Hesitating at the top edge of his new slit. Then a little tickle against his newfound pearl made his body twitch, whatever noise getting cut off as raw ecstasy rocked through him.

The mare smirked and licked again, pressing her tongue deeper. Fresh walls, muscles still wrapping and curling as they adjusted themselves, shivered around the tongue. The cat choked out a noise as he... Well, she now? He still? Fawkes only changed physical gender, he was still a man at the core. Either way, he was spread open for the first time by a strong, skilled tongue. Those hands on his thighs moved slowly and pressed to his haunch. Thumb moving in to take over where her tongue had been. Rubbing a gentle circle over his clitoris. Tail lashed, going full bottle brush with all the feels as they raced up and down his spine.

Agile, powerful, equine lips flicked and danced over his pussy. The Courtesan turned her head and almost began to make out with his privates. Her tongue drove deep, lapping at his walls. Fingers kneaded and stroked in ways Fawkes had never thought of. His hand came unbidden and pressed to his mouth. Trying in vain to smother the noises that she was making him produce. His ears folded back as he filled the air with cries and yowls. Toes curled and flexed, thighs quivered, and he couldn't hold himself back.

His new, feminine body arched and pushed against her. The mare easily held him down, keeping him pinned to the couch. Orgasmic pleasure like he'd never felt before built. A steady, burning churn that rolled through his gut. A storm that brewed, encouraged by the presence of the tongue and the skillful manipulations. It spread out like a lightning crack. Pleasure coursed through his body and made him lift as much as he could. The world went wide as a rushing sound filled his ears. It was all Fawkes could to just to yowl and gasp, breath driven from him with each rapturous spasm that ripped through his body. Of course each one only encouraged by the Courtesan's skillful touch and tongue. Pushing his first female peak to heights that no other would be able to match. Keeping it going for seconds, minutes, an eternity.

By the time she allowed him to come down, the cat was all but a puddle. Every muscle relaxed as they were allowed. Body falling limp on the couch. Head spinning as he breathed, trying his best to regain focus and composure.

The Courtesan chuckled softly, "Well, that was rather pleasant wasn't it?" The mare sat up some, but kept her hand on Fawkes' inner thigh. "Do you want to know what one of the wonderful things about the feminine sex is?" He could only lay there, breasts heaving as he tried to catch his breath. The cat rolled his head and let out a little noise. "No refractory period."

Never in his life had he heard three words bring such dread and eager anticipation.

A single finger hooked and curled, driving into his body. Fawkes arched with a hiss as the firmer thing slid into his new hole. It didn't flex and bend like the tongue did. No, it spread and divided walls. As his eyes closed and rolled back, he could almost picture it in his mind's eye. Thick, manicured nail and hearty finger driving into him. Spreading those lush pink walls of his. Juices clung to and coated the roan fur as it wiggled deeper, hooked, and pulled back. The Courtesan alternated between using her thumb and palm to massage his swollen clit. His hips arched and wiggled, unbidden, unthinking against the digit.

"Really is something different, isn't it?" her voice was shockingly casual. As if they were talking about the weather. "The feeling of having something penetrate you is rather unique. I find it rather enjoyable at times." Another press, another curl, and then a second finger. "Of course there are few things more delightful than watching a man. One so used to simply some light foreplay, a little kissing, and then..." her fingers dug deeper, hand pumping and slapping against Fawkes' loins with firm, stinging claps. "Being done. Oh such a delight to show them what a woman can feel when someone takes a little time. Explores a little," those fingers hooked just so and pressed against something inside Fawkes. "Then exploit that knowledge." The fingers curled and wiggled, dancing across that area.

Lightning crashed again and Fawkes felt the breath driven from his lungs. Legs slammed closed against the mare's arm and quivered. His body arched, heaved, trying to drive moans from empty lungs. He felt that storm brew and crash down in seconds. The Courtesan had already gotten the frenzy worked up, now she was calling down lightning when and where she wanted. Tongue rolled from the cat's mouth as he gasped and panted. Body burning in the white-hot pleasure that crashed through him like the mighty storm it was.

A chuckle. Then the couch shifted under him. Fawkes could only lay there, hand over his face as he shivered. The finger retreated from him and then another warmth. Soft, yet somehow harder, warm, and firm pressed against him. Fawkes shifted his hand ever so slightly and looked down. The Courtesan leaned over him, a smile on that equine maw. Breasts hung down, nearly touching his as she loomed over him like some great beast.

Then between their bodies. A rather erect and proud, equine penis. Flesh a mottled peach and dark gray. Thick and large, bigger than Fawkes' own manhood. Not huge, but certainly intimidating. Especially as the thought began to brew and churn in his head. That's going inside me?

"Of course it is. Now just take a breath and…"

Thick head pried at his folds. The cat jolted, tried to bolt away out of instinct. Hands grasped thigh and shoulder, keeping him down. Pinning him there as the mare rocked her hips. Pressing herself against, then into. That broad head ram battering it's way past his gates and into his body. Fawkes' retreat turned into a howl of pleasurable defeat as it stormed his walls and advanced on his inner keep.

Of course the Courtesan stopped before battering down that barrier. Hesitated a moment. Just long enough for Fawkes to regain himself. The cat lay there, eyes wide, panting, staring up at the ceiling. Keenly aware of every throb and pulse inside of his core. How his new pussy quivered around the mass within. Trying to clamp and clench on unyielding flesh. Why, he could feel the Courtesan’s length throb inside him. Pulsing in time with her heartbeat.

Just as he felt himself starting to grow accustomed to it, she pulled back. Thickly flared tip scraping against his walls, making him throw his head back and groan again. He didn’t realize how good it could feel. How something could strike against so many places. His insides were already tenderized and prepared by her fingers and tongue. Now, just pulling back, had him quivering and panting. Lights sparking and flashing behind his eyes as hips stirred upwards.

When she thrust, he damn near lost his mind.

Just a light rock of her hips was enough to knock the wind from his sails. Fawkes’ head reeled back and his hips lifted upwards. The Courtesan chuckled over him. Her thick nails brushed over his thighs and pushed, gripped, and pulled. The next thrust came all too soon and Fawkes heaved under her body. A needy yowl broke from the cat as a new form of pleasure coursed up and down his spine. Being eaten out, getting fingered, those hit some different itch. Both were wondrous, enough to leave him stunned. This? Being penetrated by a hearty cock? It hit entirely different.

The Courtesan shifted and drew one leg up against her front. Breast tucked to calf and heel to shoulder. She leaned over and began to rock her hips more. Heavy balls clapped off Fawkes’ rear, giving even more feelings for the cat to be overwhelmed by. He bit his lip, fangs digging into bottom lip. Panting came naturally. His breathing falling into rhythm with her thrusts. As for the mare, she took her time. He’d seen plenty of stallions fuck in his time. Great, snorting, grunting beasts who made it a few pumps before they were spent. The way that this she-stallion was moving spoke that she could last for hours if she wished.

A hand swept up Fawkes’ front, “Oh I can certainly go hours if I wish. Days if I desire.” Lip curled back to reveal gleaming teeth, “I doubt you would survive that though. I’ll settle for mere minutes.” Her hand swept down his lifted leg. Traced over his hip, then planted a stinging slap to his rear that made the cat jump and gasp. Insides clenched and rippled, shuddering around his partner in ways he could have only dreamt of.

He felt a strange clarity, a focus he hadn’t before. Conscious thought began to creep back in as he pushed and rolled. It wasn’t like when he’d been atop a woman, pumping away. Rather, his body spoke to him. Telling him how to respond and reposition. He listened and used his own talents and skills, adding to it. Amplifying it. Driving his form into hers as his tail whipped behind him. “There we go,” she neighed, “now you’re getting into it.” Thick fingers traced his hips again before delivering another slap. This time Fawkes yowled fully willingly. Heel hooking into the shoulder as he pulled himself into her. Earning a firm crack as her body impacted his. The shock raced through him and made him pant louder.

Without thinking, he reached down. Fingers tracing the swell she made in his core. Tracing her as she bottomed out. Feeling the way she left him empty and wanting before hammering back in. A shudder raced up his body as his fingers found some spot just as she pulled back. He waited, times, and rubbed again as she drew past. Electricity shocked up his spine as she rolled so deep into him. Drawing a breathless pant.

Faster. Harder. The mare began to grunt and snort. Nostrils flaring, breath blasting Fawkes’ face and neck. The cat yowled and gasped. Noises of pleasure competing with the steady thwak of hips impacting. The slick squelch of his body wrapping around her pole. The cat arched, bit his lip, and let out a shuddering hiss. Claws extended and toes curled as his orgasm crashed through him. Rippling along The Courtesan’s cock and urging the equine deeper.

A few more thrusts, plunging the feline deeper into his pleasures. Then the tip flared wider. A throaty grunt rang out, lips flapping nosily, and the new feeling of a thick, heavy warmth blasting against the cat’s innermost walls. He threw his head back as his body screamed in joy. Rapture at being filled by a thick, heavy cock. The warmth sating him in ways he’d never felt before. Not even a warm, hearty meal after an icy day could feel this satisfying. He bit his lip and rocked his hips. Panting sharply as he trembled like a puppet on a pole. Then she pulled out with a wet, heavy schlorp of thick flesh drawing out of clinging walls. Fawkes collapsed, strength leaving him as that post fell out.

“Well well,” she chuckled and moved around. Fawkes watching through lidded eyes, panting heavily. “You were pretty tight.” She smiled and ran her hand over his belly. “You will be again after a little rest.” Strolling up beside the feline, the Courtesan casually brought her cock down. Bouncing it off Fawkes’ lips. He couldn’t help but breathe it in. Savoring the earthy, barn-like scent of horse cock mingling with the strangely familiar scent of pussy.

Without much thought in his head, he rolled and licked at the shaft. Lapping at it gently. The favor felt different. Oh he’d tasted cock before. Sampled cum here and there. His own and other males’ at one time or another. Something about this hit different. Was it because of the Courtesan herself, or was it because of his current situation.

“That’s a good kitty.” The praise came with a heavy hand. Rubbing through his ruffled brown hair. Fawkes huffed, wanted to protest, but he was drawn towards the length. Rolling over and lapping at the half-hard spire. Drawing it into his mouth with a hungry little noise. She responded with a sigh of her own. Head rolling back with a slight smile. Fingers ran over and through his hair, cupping his head, massaging his ears, and encouraging him to take more. The limp cock pulsing weakly against his tongue as it slid across his tongue and down his throat.

Lips flapped with amusement. “Guys always get so hungry, so needy, when they feel what it’s like to be a woman.” She pushed forward ever so slightly. A slow roll that eased her cock deeper into his mouth. Fawkes felt it probe the back of his throat, body rolling to reject, but she pulled back before he could fully gag. “Some ask to be thrown to men. Fucked in every hole until they can’t walk. Some want to be savaged by one person until neither can move.” There was a hesitation, and the smile crept into the words. “You might be surprised by how many wish to be bred before the night is over.” She rolled her head and stood proudly, rocking her hips as that cock began to grow thick again. Stretching Fawkes’ jaws further with each passing moment.

Her other hand came down, cradling his head, drawing him towards her cock as she began to rock her hips. The rich flavor of pussy juices and stallion semen flowing across his tongue, filling his senses. He found himself looking up at her. That thick, powerful body, those beautiful breasts, and the smug expression as she looked down towards him. “Of course this is all about your fantasy. I won’t dictate it one way or another. Though one does wonder how you feel right now. Knowing how good my cock felt in you. How hot and warm you body is currently. That need burning a hole in your gut.” Fawkes squirmed, lapping at the cock as it pulled back. Lingering on his tongue for a moment.

She either didn’t notice his writhing or ignored it. “You have to ask yourself. Is this how women feel when they want it, or when they need it? Is this the itch and burn of desire.” Fingers brushed over whiskers and hair, cradling the feline’s head, scratching just so. “Could it be the itch of estrus starting to rear it’s head? A risk, a chance, that the load you just too. The first load of the night, could already be working against you. My little soldiers storming your freshly built fortress. Diving deep into the keep of your womb.” Fawkes felt a warmth surging along his cheeks as she spoke. That heat in his gut churned and rolled. Now too keenly aware of the thick warmth of her cum leaking out of his body. “All while storming so deep into your body. Seeking out any eggs that I might have knocked loose. Wanting to lay claim to your treasure.”

There was a smugness to the voice that made his ears pin back. “Of course it’s all your fantasy. All unvoiced, but spoken through thought and desire.” She pulled back, cock gliding out of the feline’s mouth. The mare stopped, her half-flared tip resting within his mouth. Hooked just behind his fangs. She let her hips rock for a moment, grinding against his teeth and tongue before pulling back. Fawkes gasped, panted, and got rewarded with the heavy thump of the length off his muzzle. “So, will you desire that? Wish for it to happen? Take a chance that it hasn’t already? Do you trust yourself to just enjoy the evening and be able to turn back come morning?” Another thump, a smirk, “Or should I turn you back and let you wobble out of here with memories of what we have done tonight? What is your desires, hmm?”

Fawkes froze where he half-lay. He had often wondered what it would be like to be a woman. To feel someone play with his breasts. Be able to cum time and time again until legs gave out and wobbled. Knees weak, but still able to keep going so long as he had a drink and the strength to hold his head up. That unspoken desire had driven him to this point. Did he dare risk it? He was pretty sure he didn’t have the wish to get knocked up. To waddle around for months with someone’s litter in him. Yet even as he thought about it, the thought made him squirm. Was it his desire, or simply The Courtesan’s words that were driving him to this state.

What did he did? What could he do? He didn’t even know what payment for all this would be. He was with The Courtesan herself! A regular whore could run silvers, or even gold, for an evening. He had a feeling that even the more standard fare here was worth several gold alone. Yet an evening with The Courtesan? Was there enough platinum in his pouch for that? Did she even want that, or was fulfilling his fantasy enough for her. Feeding off whatever energies he was putting out.

Could he? Dare he?

How could he not?

Fawkes pulled back and shifted on the seat. Bracing his elbows on the armrest, he reached back to spread his cheeks. Tail lashing and curling upwards. “I think there’s been enough talk. I think we both know I didn’t come here for a long chat, Madam.”

A chuckle. Then the mare moved behind him. Her hand came down in a clap that made his knees buckle. “No you didn’t. Chatting is nice, but sometimes I do like to get a client that just wants to fuck. ” Hands hooked at his hips, broad tip found purchase against his slick lips, and she wrenched him back. Fawkes yowling even as the air was driven from his lungs. Back arching until he was nearly folded in half. Watching his own gut swell as her length drove fully into him. Time slowing for a breath as her balls swung forward, clapped off his belly, and pulled back. Dragging him with her for a moment. His tight cunt clinging to her length until she nearly had to shove him away to draw out.

Life was nothing without risks. He just had to see how lucky he may or may not be.