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The Harvest Ball

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I â€" Transformation

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The Harvest Ball by Sophie Bell is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License. It contains scenes of a sexual nature not intended for readers under the age of consent. Feel free to e-mail me or comment below!!

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This is part of a story series, but I must warn you that there are no real 'chapters' to this series. Instead, I am simply writing with the Carthani world as a central theme.

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Author’s Note: This story was written to celebrate dressing up and getting free candy. So have fun reading it and Happy (early) Halloween!!

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The Harvest Ball was an annual event, designed to bring the citizens of Carthani together in a way they couldn’t usually enjoy. Nobility, guildfurs, royal attendants, merchants and slaves alike were permitted to join together and celebrate, one night out of the year, without consequence. The reason for this, of course, was the costumes.

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Due to the diligent work of the Magician’s Guilds (at command of the Emperor, of course), the Harvest Ball attendees were provided with edible wafers. These wafers, once eaten, would temporarily transform regular furs into an alternate species, rendering the need for masks inert.

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In recognition of the spirit of the Harvest Ball, citizens were temporarily granted a reprieve from the law requiring them to display their house or guild marques, which enhanced the idea that, once transformed, no fur would have any idea who you were â€" unless you told them, of course.

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Last year, Ravin had transformed from his normal, glorious self into a svelte young weasel. Staring at his own reflection in the mirror, he caught himself wondering what surprises this year’s Ball would bring. Very likely, they would all be pleasant. The Magician’s Guild had been charged to ensure that none of it’s wafers turned a fur into, say, a rat. All creatures at the Harvest Ball tonight would be beautiful, as per the Emperor’s orders.

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Turning away from the mirror, he glanced at the simple white mask, lying atop his wardrobe. There was only a month before he would attend his ascension ceremony, and be recognized as an adult in the Empire. Even slaves had an ascension ceremony, though it was not nearly as fantastic as his would be. Tonight, he would get to leave the mask behind, which was something of a relief.

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â€Young master,†came a drawling, quiet voice, and Ravin turned, lifting a brow. One of his father’s slaves stood in the doorway â€" a diminutive ferret, nearly doubled over with age. â€It is time, young master, if you please.†Ravin nodded, and grabbing his cloak, followed the slave through the door.

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In respect for his nearing ascension, Ravin had been afforded his own carriage for the long trip to the royal palace â€" the family was currently staying in one of it’s country manors, and not in the city. The carriage itself was comfortable, with plush cushions on the benches, and enough room to accommodate half a dozen furs. However, Ravin was accompanied by only one other fur â€" one of his newest slaves, a dark young coyote from the eastern wastelands, which he had purchased for an astonishingly low price. Eastern slaves were somewhat frowned upon this close to the capital city, but Ravin didn’t particularly care. Their rustic charm was pleasing to him, and in his world, what pleased him was all that mattered.

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â€Jikata, sit on the floor.†He said, gesturing imperiously as he climbed into the carriage. The slave did as he was bid â€" eastern wastelands or no, the coyote was well-trained. Likely that had more to do with the guild who had trained the slave than anything else, however.

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In a small compartment built into the wall of the carriage, Ravin found the thin, nearly tasteless wafers that had been provided by the Magician’s Guild â€" there were two, one for him and one for Jikata. Ravin smiled, regarding the wafers in his palm for a moment before putting one of them back into the compartment â€" his slave could transform later, when they were closer to the palace. For now, he would be the only one doing any changing.

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Thankfully, the Magician’s Guild had taken into account the idea that some furs would be eating their wafers while traveling, and so had built a size limitation into the spell â€" the mass of the transformation would not exceed that of the person consuming the wafer. Which was a good thing, considering what Ravin transformed into.

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Mere seconds after he had swallowed the wafer with some water, he felt a familiar heat curling in his abdomen. Whatever Magician decided to make these wafers feel like this certainly has a deranged sense of humor. He thought, looking bemusedly down at his trousers, which were already beginning to show hints of his partial arousal.

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The warmth quickly became a searing heat, on the verge of actual pain, and Ravin felt the delicate silk of the cushion he sat on tear as he dug his claws in, weathering the storm of magic within his body. Slowly, slowly, the heat faded to nothingness, leaving Ravin shuddering and, not surprisingly, completely aroused. He opened his eyes, having shut them instinctively during the process, and thrust out one paw for the mirror that he knew was in the carriage. â€Mirror.†He rumbled, and felt the cool metal slide into his waiting palm.

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He looked, and immediately smiled, watching his own reflection twist in the mirror to something almost terrifying behold. What a deranged sense of humor, indeed…

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He was a dragon, complete with brilliant scales the color of dried blood, right down to the black, needle-sharp claws that could have torn the Ravin-that-was into a thousand pieces without a second thought. The laugh had been due to the simple fact that the only dragons in the Empire were directly related to the Emperor himself. All half-breeds were slaughtered in the cradle, and most of the Emperor’s concubines were dragons themselves, culled from whatever distant land the Emperor hailed from.

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He looked past the mirror at Jikata, who was staring at him with an expression of absolute awe. â€Well, what do you think, slave?†He rumbled, and smiled toothily at the rasping sound of his own voice. Effective transformation spell, indeed. He even sounded like a dragon.

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â€My lord, it is … impressive.†The slave whispered, eyes reflecting the dull red gleam coming from Ravin’s new-forged scales. Ravin looked down at his arousal, unsurprised to see the tiny, sharp thorns there â€" that had not been there before. Another trait of dragons and no-one else. â€Hmm….yes. You will transfer the awe in your face to my prick, slave, and worship me.†Even as he said it, he grinned, hearing his own words. So arrogant â€" not that he wasn’t â€" but still, something that only royalty would say out loud.

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With a small roar that shook the walls of his carriage, Ravin shot forwards, pouncing on his kneeling slave, claws extended, tail lashing. Jikata fell back with a muffled squeak as Ravin’s taloned claws wrapped around his biceps with bruising force, and sharp dragon-teeth fell to nip at the side of the coyote’s neck, drawing a thin line of blood to the surface.

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Ravin took his slave without hesitation, flattening the coyote onto his back with one shove, pulling at limbs with his free talons, arranging the slave to his satisfaction. With Jikata’s awed gaze in his mind, Ravin shifted his hips, driving his newly-barbed erection into the coyote’s unwilling tail hole with nary a pause. The coyote yelped with pain, and Ravin ignored it. He had bought this slave for reasons other than sex, but he hadn’t expected the effects of the wafer. Again and again, he drove his new dragon-cock into the slave beneath him, panting and groaning with pleasure as he did so. Finally, however, he slowed, refusing to spend himself so quickly on a pathetic little slave. There would be better things to chase at the party.

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Still dripping, he leaned back onto his cushioned bench, sprawling, limbs akimbo. He looked down at his own prick again, still amused by the fact that it was now a dragon cock, unsurprised by the blood that was spattered over it’s black, spiny length. He had been rather brutal with his slave, not that it mattered. â€Up, slave.†He snarled, gesturing vaguely.

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Jikata, trembling with pain, rose shakily to his knees, looking at his transformed master with new knowledge. Having not experienced the sexual needs of his master before, he had deluded himself into thinking there was some sort of kindness there. He had been very, very wrong. â€Yes, my lord?†He said, always obedient. He would rather get fucked than beaten, after all.

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â€Lick it clean, slave.†Ravin snarled, somewhat annoyed. He should have just bought a good sex slave, but the accent on these eastern slaves was so damned sexy, and they didn’t train eastern slaves for pleasure. Maybe I should amend that, and send this one in for training. He thought, as his slave crawled forwards, nervously and carefully placing Ravin’s barbed prick into his mouth. The heat was still there, in his abdomen, and without even thinking about it, Ravin grabbed the back of Jikata’s skull, marveling at the slim black claws for an instant before digging them in, pulling the coyote down over his engorged prick.

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Predictably, Jikata choked, but Ravin didn’t give him the option of pulling back. Instead he kept pressure on the back of the coyote’s skull, slowly forcing the slave to relax the muscles of his throat. Once he had, Ravin began to thrust in earnest, holding the coyote’s head in place while bucking his hips, ignoring the gasping and choking that ensued. â€Yeeeessss…†He hissed, and it was a hiss, due to his transformation.

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Shuddering, and barely able to restrain himself from climax, he yanked his prick out of Jikata’s mouth, tearing skin along the way. Blood spattered over Ravin’s lap, blending easily with his scales, and the coyote jerked back with a yelp of pain before Ravin caught him by one shoulder, sending him across the carriage and to the other bench with a shove.

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â€Almost done, little slave.†He snarled, practically throwing the coyote across the bench. Once again, the spiny length of his dragon-cock found the slave’s tail hole, and he thrust in mercilessly, tearing flesh with a satisfying burst of liquid. Well, there’s the lubrication I was wanting. He thought, chuckling briefly before allowing himself to sink into the depths of lust.

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He thrust into the poor coyote without reservation, snarling and spitting. As Jikata shuddered and whimpered beneath his weight, Ravin scored his shoulders and back dozens of times, long red lines of blood springing up beneath his new-found claws. Finally, with a high-pitched keening hiss, Ravin spent himself, shuddering and moaning atop the coyote as his seed spilled out. He nearly crushed the coyote with his weight as his muscles gave out, exhaustion taking over where lust had begun, but Ravin levered himself up, withdrawing his now-flaccid prick from Jikata’s abused and bleeding tail-hole, sighing in pleasure as he reclined back on the cushioned bench where he had started.

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It was long moments before the coyote moved, slowly and painfully, to kneel back on the hard wooden floor of the carriage. During all of this, the driver outside had not said a single word, and had kept the carriage moving along smoothly through the countryside.

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Ignoring the slave, who was silently weeping on the floor, Ravin pulled aside the thick curtains, peering outside. Dusk had almost fallen, but they were still hours from the city proper â€" as evidenced by the rolling hills to either side of the carriage, as far as the eye could see. Dropping the curtain, Ravin considered the coyote on the floor at his feet.

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â€Rest a bit, slave. There’ll be a bit more fun before we get to the city tonight.†He said, and grinned at the wail that escaped the coyote’s lips, idly stroking his scaled tail. Oh yes, it was going to be a good night.

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