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Forefox wasn't sure when he had first heard of the mirror and its magic. He was a kitsune, a sly shapeshifter that could appear as a common fox unnoticed by man or a humanoid fox. Unlike his fellow kitsunes, he only possessed one tail, mostly because he had yet to earn any of his others. It was for this reason that he slipped between places and worlds, looking for some powerful experience or magic he could take as his own and grant him at least one other tail. It was also for this reason that he was attracted to the mirror and the power it held over others. Even if he couldn't recall how he had heard of it, he knew there was many times he had. What he had heard were mostly murmured, worried whispers about the magic of the mirror.

Though he had heard some argument of whether the mirror truly was a mirror, he had plenty more about its effects. Apparently those who stared into its reflective surface didn't see themselves, but rather a lusty lizard lady and although it was contentious whether the viewer's lust and want to be that lizardwoman they saw derived from lust or the mirror's magic, the results were always the same. Whether the viewer desired it or not, they became enamored with their particular lizardwoman, for there were many deviations in the color of their scales, size, and endowments, and then soon became that lizard, a female humanoid apparently only driven by their desire for sex. Whatever their previous personality too vanished, along with their memories.

This last part is what seemed to make those who had even tangentially dealt with the mirror afraid, for while having a brand new busty body might appeal to someone out there, most were not so willing to part with who they were. However, the mirror changed even the most resistant, or at least so Forefox had heard when some wayward wizard had recounted a tale of a how council of archmages being transformed one by one into lizardwoman of various hues and sizes, their powers and past forgotten as they indulged in an orgy of lusty lesbian lizard sex. It was this ultimate power that the mirror supposedly had over others that intrigued the kitsune, for in his own mind he believed only lesser minds could fall to the minor trickery of a mere mirror. Still, a mere mirror it may be, but it was mighty enough for him to desire to learn how he might shape others just as he shaped himself. Especially, if it led to some orgies down the line, but most important he just wanted another tail or two.

Forefox's desire to seek the mirror and have its power for himself led him to focus only on it. For many months he scrounged his world and others for information on the artifact, any weaknesses or signs of its origin that could let him know how he could best it when confrontation came, for he fully intended to come across it sooner rather than later. It was in his searches that he came across a place more affected by the mirror than others, a place populated by masters of magic who had the mirror run amok until it had just vanished one day. Of course, it had vanished often but this time it hadn't reappeared for over a year. What it had left behind, however, was plenty of lusty lizardwomen that the wards of the place had put under custody especially after it was found that the lizards could convert others, though how they accomplished this was never discovered mostly because those who had changed had been an isolated guard or someone who shouldn't have been there in the first place. Whatever the case, the kitsune was pleased to find that he had a selection of specimens to choose from. Of course, he didn't go in and just snatch one because he didn't want to alert the wards to his already intrusive spying or the mirror to his inquiries of its abilities, if the mirror could even detect that in the first place. Rather, he returned to his shadowy abode and constructed a summoning circle upon which he placed a single scale. He pull the lizard from its place, conduct a short interrogation, and then return her promptly to her place.

Or at least that's what he planned. What happened when he activated the circle was a different matter entirely. The circle sparked to life, the scale burned away, and then there stood a green lizard lady in the circle. She was fairly tall, almost as tall as him, but thin and slim. She was totally nude before him, allowing him to see every aspect of her exotic shape, a mixture of perfect female features mixed with a lizard. Forefox was now impressed, however, mostly because compared to some of her "sisters", she was average. He had seen plenty of the lizard ladies with bigger boobs, finer rears, or prettier shades of scales, but this was why he had selected her in the first place. He hadn't wanted to be distracted, even if doing so was a little difficult when she bared it so blatantly before him. Tearing his gaze away from her breasts, Forefox smiled at the lizard and stared into her golden eyes as he started his prepared speech.

"Hello," he said. "I've brought you here for a specific purpose. I'm not here to harm you or..." He shook his head. "...sleep with you. I'm just here to ask some questions. Now--"

Forefox paused for the lizard was no longer paying attention to him. Instead, she had plopped down on her rear and started to claw at her scaled slit with one clawed hand while squeezing an average sized breasts with another. He sighed, but continued on anyways.

"Tell me what you know of the mirror," he said. "Tell me everything."

The lizard's response was a shrill hiss as she stuck two claws into her sex. She closed her eyes and lifted her head, flicking her tongue out. Forefox sighed again. He was going to have to do this another way.

Forefox snapped his fingers and what little clothes he wore vanished. This got the lizard's attention, for she looked up in interest at the male before her. She stood and tried to walk towards him, but the circle's boundaries kept her firmly in. She hissed in frustration and whined as he stared down at his crotch. The kitsune rolled his eyes and rubbed his hands together. Slowly his form lost substance and he began to float slightly from the ground. The lizard stared at him curiously now as his body became more and more indistinct until all that remained of him was a shimmering, silvery orb. In the next moment, that orb flew forward and slammed into the lizard lady. She hissed in surprise and landed on her shapely rear as Forefox entered her body and mind both.

Possession was but one of many of his abilities and not one he used often. It was uncomfortable to take another's body and make it one's own if even temporarily considering the difference in physiology and mannerisms. That wasn't even factoring in the resistance offered by the host body's mind and the strange memories and thoughts that came with it. Still, Forefox had no other choice because obviously talking prove pointless.

The kitsune's spirit speed through the lizard's body. She offered no resistance at first and when she did it was already too late. He had complete access to her movements and mind both. He stood shakily on her legs and looked down. The view of the valley of her breasts leading down to her scaled slit was nice, but it wasn't what he was here for. Though there was a warm need in her nethers, he stiffly kept her arms by his side as he meandered into her mind. It was a chaotic, confusing place as most minds were, but there was something else too that he couldn't just place his astral claw on. It seemed that her intelligence hadn't diminished since her transformation, but her lust and loyalty to some nebulous thing overrode what should have been a logical and well-sorted mind. He began to search her memories.

A hiss escaped the lizard's lips and Forefox felt pleasure rise as her claws brushed against her sex. Snarling internally, he snatched her claws away from her crotch and forced her to hold both hands behind her back. Wondering how she had been able to get past his control, he thought it but a momentary slip as waded through murky memories. There were things before but they were impossible to access and it was difficult to tell even if those things were the true memories of the human male the lizard had once been. The clearest and closest memory was of the once-human waving his hand, causing a cloth-covered object to lose its covering and revealing what was underneath. Of course, it was the mirror and in the mirror was not the reflection of the man, but the green scaled lizardwoman whose body he currently inhabited.

Forefox nearly jumped as he felt her clawed hands squeeze at her rear. He made her snarl and turn her head, but her arms were out of his control. Her claws came upon her chest, then her breasts as she caressed and brushed her talons against her nipples. She shuddered and Forefox felt the pleasure. Even though it felt distantly filtered, it still felt good. He wanted to feel it again.

Forefox mentally chastised himself and forced the lizard to clasp her claws together as if she were meditating or in prayer. He forced her to squeeze them close together as he played the rest of the lizard's memories.

In her recollection, she, though still a man at that moment, had stepped forward. Though it was a distant memory, the lust the former male had felt for the lizard was still there as well as some confusion. The confusion had quickly fell away as the then man had stepped towards the mirror. Quickly he had began to change and for the first time Forefox felt the mirror's power as he witnessed the recollection of him becoming her and she into a lizardlike humanoid without her even caring. This had been the most surprising part; there was a lack of fear, only lust even as her manhood had shrank away before reshaping into her scaled sex, a complete disregard as skin shifted to scales and breasts grew upon her chest, and near neglect as she abandoned her former intellect and knowledge of magic for the body of a lusty lizardwoman. It confused Forefox, because he could detect no tells from the mirror, no clear signs of manipulation. It was as if the lizard had always wanted to be what she was, but that wasn't right. It had to be--

The lizard gasped and Forefox mentally shook as he felt something poked against her sex. He shifted her gaze down. Her hands were still clasped together, but her tail had snaked between her legs to prod at her slit. It felt so good, that tip going in, but he had to resist, had to--

It was too late. With a lustful hiss, the lizard part her hands and began playing with her breasts while her tail dug further into her. While the experience was supremely pleasurable for the kitsune, nothing like he had ever experienced before, it wasn't what he was here for. Worse, he had lost control completely and how he was merely a passenger in her body as she self-pleasured. Disgusted with himself, Forefox shot out of her body and appeared in front of her.

The lusty lizard continued to masturbate even as Forefox stared at her. With a sigh, he snapped his fingers and the summoning circle's runes sprang to life. At this the lizard looked up, hissing in surprise and then she was gone.

Forefox gritted his teeth together. His fact finding mission had failed and it was all because he seemingly couldn't control himself. Fuming and still unclothed, he set off for his meditation room. He would have to think about where he would go from here, whether it was worth it to try again with a different lizard, and if it was worth it to continue this quest. Perhaps it was foolish to seek such a thing as potent as the mirror. Then again, if he could best it he could have more tails and he suspected such a trial would grant him multiple. He couldn't quite just yet.

Still angry, he reached his meditation room. He stared at the ground as continued to think. He opened the door unconsciously and stepped in with his mind still on mirror matters. It was only when the door shut closed behind him without his intervention did he raise his head. He would have turned his head to see what would have caused his door to shut seemingly off his own volition had he not spotted a cloth-covered object on the fringe of his vision. He frowned and directed his gaze towards it. His meditation room was supposed to be empty and yet there was something inside. Snarling, he stepped forward and at that moment the cloth fell away, revealing the mirror beneath it.

He paused, eyes widening and hackles raising. He felt vulnerable before the mirror naked as he was. He had sought the mirror, but he had never intended to confront it without more knowledge on his side. Now it seemed that he no longer had a choice.

The kitsune gulped. Yes, he no longer had a choice but to look into the mirror.

BLACK ENDING:

Forefox looked in the mirror and felt fear. What he saw in his reflection was not him, but a tall red lizard lady. She stood confidently naked, her clawed hands resting on her wide hips while she pushed out her chest just a little so that her large breasts could not be missed. While the sight was sexier rather than fearsome, Forefox still shrank away. There was power in that lizard's scarlet scales and the blue runes that were traced through them and the sparkle of great magic in those black, pupiless eyes. The kitsune reached feebly inwards for his own magic, but it fled away in his fear. The mirror and its scarlet servant already knew it had won just as well as he knew he had already lost.

"No," Forefox whimpered pitifully, taking a single step away from the mirror. The mirror lizard looked upon him with a sardonic smile as her tongue flicked out of her snout. Slowly she turned around, giving the kitsune a good view of her rear. She looked over her shoulder, flicked her tail dismissively over her rump, and walked away, hips swaying enticingly. She became smaller and smaller in the mirror until darkness suddenly engulfed its surface, washing over it like a dark mist. The kitsune watched, unsure what the lizard's disappearance meant and what was to come next. Maybe, he thought, he had been spared.

Forefox whined again as the mirror's surface cleared, black lightening to white before what it showed again was a mere reflection of the room. But no, that wasn't true--where Forefox should have been was instead was a lizard lady with scales so black that seemed to siphon the light. She was smaller than the red lizardwoman he had seen just moments ago, but no less endowed. She had big breasts for her size and a thick tail too that at the moment was curled around one leg. The tongue which hung out of her long muzzle was a pretty pink too, a light contrast to the rest of her dark form. She flicked her tongue out and wiggled her hips as she groped of her large breasts while she ran her other clawed hand down her thighs just above her scaled sex. Forefox shivered as he stared at the lizard and her lusty form, admiring her womanly curves, those smooth black scales, and those glittering golden eyes. Fear fell away, replaced by lust as his gaze lowered past her smooth scaled stomach towards her scaled nethers. He licked at his jowls and took a step towards her, and thus a step towards the mirror. She followed his movement, a lusty smile spreading across her snout as her tongue flicked out once more.

The black lizard coming closer to him only further encouraged convergence. He half-shuffled, half-stepped, his lust growing with each movement towards her. He had to feel her, be near her, and touch her. While he moved closer and closer, his arousal grew and so did the mirror's magic begin to take affect. As his shaft began to poke out from his sheath, all over his body his fine fur began to fall out in discrete clumps, the individual hairs falling away to dust before they had the opportunity to touch the floor. Beneath the shed fur was not skin, but smooth scales of the same hue as the fur that had just left their surface. Though his growing lack of fur left him feeling a little cold, he hardly care for he was coming closer and closer and he was very warm below.

During his trip towards the mirror, Forefox developed a slight sway in his hips as they slow and subtlety expanded until he adopted unconsciously. His tail too wagged in excitement as the black-scaled beautiful lizardwoman drew closer, fur flying off with each shake and the whole length beginning to thicken and elongate with each patch of black scales the shed fur revealed. Below his tail, his butt bubbled out slightly until his rear was firm and gropeable. By this time he could almost touch the mirror and a great portion of his fur had fallen away; the majority of his body was now covered in scales the color of the old fur. He paused before the mirror and looked at the lizard lady closely.

Forefox felt a pang of something--warning? Panic?--as he gazed into her golden eyes, but his lust and admiration won over whatever weak negative emotions that tried to surface. He loved the glow of her eyes, that sly smile, the shape of her snout, and he especially loved her pink, forked tongue that she flicked out even now as if to invite him to kiss. Without even thinking about it, he leaned forward and placed both hands upon the mirror and she placed her hands upon his. Though the glass was cold, he felt warmth in that contact. He rubbed his hands up and down on the glass, uncaring as his pads shrank away and his claws extended while the rest of the fur upon his hands fell away. In the next moment he pressed his vulpine snout across the mirror as she joined him in pressing her snout against it too.

Forefox's tongue slipped out of his muzzle as he lapped at the mirror, his small vulpine tongue lengthening and thinning slightly, each lick taking longer and longer for him to drag its full length across the mirror. As his tongue forked at the end, he pressed both hands and snout harder against the mirror, desperate to actually touch the lizard. He felt her warm, but he didn't feel her. He whined and scratched at the mirror with his claws, the remainder of fur shedding from his arms and legs, leaving the limbs smaller and more slender. The claws of his feet clicked impatiently against the stone floor, his paws reconfiguring and digits merging so he had three-toed taloned feet. Whining, he brushed his snout and nose against the mirror, his nose shrinking away into nothingness. In distress, his ears laid flat across his head and stay there, merging with the rest of his scaled flesh and leaving him with two small holes for hearing. His face and cranium began to reshape, snout growing slightly broader and longer into reptilian proportion, two small slits at the small of his new muzzle allowing him to smell again. Abruptly Forefox's whines transitioned to hisses as more teeth grew in to make up for the new room in his snout while his neck thinned and his Adam's apple ceased to be. His pitch was now higher and tone and there was a slight rasp to it now.

Forefox stopped whining as he felt his full revealed shaft poke against the mirror. He blinked and looked down. His furred sac looked out of place compared to the rest of his scaled crotch and, as the rest of the fur fell away from his body leaving him totally covered in scales, it actually was. He wondered why it should seem so strange when he had always had it, but his thoughts were interrupted when he caught sight of the lizard in the mirror again. Instead of a prick, her pussy was pressed up against the mirror and her breasts too. He marveled at them and their size and wished for them. He moaned and pressed his chest against the mirror too, his shoulders slimming and waist pinching in as he attempted to feel the lizard's breasts against his, an impossible feat though not for long.

In the next few moments, what little fat remained on Forefox's torso left it to migrate upwards, leaving his stomach smooth and flat. The fat found its new place beneath his nipples, his nipples thickening and darkening in coloration as small, smoothly scaled mounds began to form underneath them. In wanton lust, Forefox pressed his burgeoning breasts against the mirror, hissing as their sensitivity and size increased by the second. When his stiff shaft brushed against the mirror, however, he hissed and leapt back in surprise, his tail suddenly surging with growth before flopping to the floor. The nearly-lizard kitsune stared down past his growing breasts to his member and hissed in confusion. He looked from it to the mirror then back to his shaft before looking at the mirror again. The lizard lady didn't have what he had but why did that matter? Shouldn't he be...shouldn't he be...

Forefox shook his head, pink tongue lolling out as he stared at the lizard. He didn't just want to feel her, be near her, or touch her. No, he wanted to be her.

Forefox shivered as he felt his shaft shrink and sheath pull tight against his crotch. However, he kept his gaze focused on the lizard lady, drinking in her curves and breasts. He placed his clawed hands and rubbed them across his own scaled, moaning in pleasure at their firmness and size. He shivered as he pinched at a plump nipple. A tingle of electric shock shot down straight to his crotch but his masculinity continued to shrink by the moment, dwindling and dwindling until it was just a shadow of its former self. Good. He enjoyed the feeling of less weight down below, as it should be. He rubbed his thickening thighs together and moaned again as they brushed against the tiny remains of his member. He squeaked and drew his legs together as what remained sucked in. In the next moment she hissed as a cleft split between her legs, the scaled lips of her newfound femininity. She rubbed her thighs together again and reveled as they momentarily brushed against her slick slit.

The new lizard lady stepped back towards the mirror and pressed against it and her near twin on the other side. She hissed and moaned as her stiff nipples brushed against the cool glass, her lust and love growing with each loving lick she gave the mirror's surface. She pressed her scaled sex against the glass too, rubbing against the mirror and stained it with some of her juices but it just didn't satisfy as she thought it should. There was emptiness below, emptiness that begged to be filled.

So, the lizard lady plopped down on her plump rear and spread her legs, heels rested against the floor as her feet's talons pointed towards the ceiling. Flicking her tongue out at the black lizard in the mirror, she groped one firm breast while reaching her other clawed hand down towards her warm womanhood. Just as she was about to plunge in, she paused. She blinked, her different colored eyes both turning into a golden hue as she saw the difference between her and the lizard in the mirror. She had scales of grey, white, and black while the lovely lizard across from her was a pure, beautiful black. There was a brief question in her mind why there was any difference at all, and then her claws at her crotch shook and accidentally brushed against her clit.

She crooned and pressed her claws into her slit, spreading it and really pushing two into her welcoming folds. All questions and doubt left her as she fully gave into the lust, soon panting and hissing like the lusty lizard lady she was. She squeezed at a breast, eliciting further pleasure where she dipped her head down and flicked out her tongue to lick at an erect nipple as her claws pushed further in. She squealed as her walls clamped down hungrily, desperate to be filled and to remain filled. Her tail smacked against the floor and she rocked her hips, her claws slipping deeper in still while she used another to poke and prod at her clit. This combined with her continued fondling of her breasts and nipples finally proved too much.

With a shrieking hiss, the lizard lady climaxed. She fell back on her elbows. Her tongue flicked in and out of her snout as she shivered and shook, her thighs wet with the juices of her arousal. Blinking and mind still addled by lust, she fell further back still in a quivering, panting heap. While she bathed in the afterglow of pleasure, one by one the scales of her hide began to darken. Slowly but surely each smooth scale became a dark, beautiful black that seemed to draw the light in from around her until no white or grey scaled remained on her body.

Abruptly the lizard lady sat up. Mewling, she crawled over to the mirror and looked lustily to her reflection, admiring her body, her curves, her bountiful breasts, her smooth black scales, but also admiring her mirror peer. She licked lovingly at the mirror and felt a name rise unbidden into her name. She blinked her golden eyes and placed her clawed hands upon the mirror and smiled at herself. Black, she was Black, a lovely name for a lovely lusty lizard lady. She hissed and licked at the mirror one more time, pressing her breasts against it, so grateful to be her, so grateful for the gift, and so ready to serve the mirror and whatever its desires were.

RED ENDING:

Forefox looked in the mirror and felt his resolve strengthen. What he saw in his reflection was not him as he had expected, but a tall red lizard lady. She stood confidently naked, her clawed hands resting on her wide hips while she pushed out her chest just a little so that her large breasts could not be missed. There was power in that lizard's scarlet scales and the blue runes that were traced through them and the sparkle of great magic in those black, pupiless eyes. The kitsune felt desire for that power arise within him. Though the lizard was a mere servitor of the mirror, she still possessed much of its magic. He had to have it.

He stared at the lizard and she stared back at him. He dared her and the mirror to do something, but she just stood there watching him, a sardonic smile playing across her scaled snout. Her gaze flicked low and she almost seemed to laugh as her tongue flicked out of her muzzle playfully. Forefox snarled at the front and took the opportunity to give her a better look. She was really quite attractive, with the curves and chest of a well-endowed woman, but also possessing a certain reptilian irresistibility. Though he never thought he had a thing for reptiles, he felt his attraction to the lizard rise with each passing moment, especially when he set his sights on those runes. Their light blue hue complemented her scarlet scales, just as the power they contained complemented her toned form. Forefox couldn't help but look up the red lizard without a sense of admiration, lust, and desire. He had to have what she had, no matter the price.

The kitsune stepped forward, determined to get a better look at the mirror and the lizard it contained. That first step precipitated a change as portions of his warm fur fell from his body, each individual hair disintegrating before they had a chance to fall fully to the ground. Where the fur left, scarlet scale grew in, leaving the kitsune with a patchwork appearance. He hardly cared, for the scales were lighter and cooler and he was closer to the mirror now, so close he could almost reach out and touch it.

But he didn't. He restrained himself, folding his arms across his chest as he peered closer into the mirror. The red lizard did likewise, her folded arms pressing her breasts up. For a moment Forefox was distracted by the perky, round tits, but then he shook his head, further fur flying off and his arousal growing while he stared at a particular rune. He narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth to speak, to try to read the rune, yet he couldn't quite make out its meaning. His tongue lolled out of his mouth, lengthening, thinning and finally forking at the end as he sought some other way to say it. He hissed in frustration when he failed to do so and then blinked. His tongue rolled back into his mouth as he placed his hands on his hips, idly swinging them from side to side as they slowly flared out to wider proportions. There was something off about the runes, something he just couldn't understand.

The kitsune leaned in towards the mirror, fragments of fur falling so that he was now mostly covered in scarlet scale. Rather than spot the runes on the lizard's chest, he caught quite a view of her breasts. He felt his shaft stiffen at the sight and his long tongue flicked out in lust, momentarily touching the mirror. Instantly he pulled back, forked tongue licking at his chops while his muzzle lengthened and broadened into a reptilian muzzle. He ground his teeth together, new sharper and small ones included, as his nose shrank away into two slits. Despite his retreat, his still existing ears perked up at the sight of her breasts, a view he continued to oggle even as his ears slowly pulled in, shrinking and diminishing into small, indiscernible holes while the scales spread over his now reptilian head. He hissed as he felt the rest of his fur fall away from his slimming neck, the pitch of his voice rising and lightening as a lump on his neck ceased to be.

Finally Forefox tore his eyes away from the red lizard's enticing bosom. He shook his head and wondered why breasts were on his mind when there was power at play. Was it perhaps a bit of jealously?

Again Forefox shook his head at this thought. It was ridiculous. Why would he want a perky pair of scarlet scaled breasts topped with dark red nipples, firm but soft?

The kitsune snarled and stepped forward. The last of his fur fell away as he stood before the mirror. He huffed and stared at the lizard lady who seemed so confident and powerful. His tail lazily flicked behind him, growing longer and thicker with each passing moment while his rear rounded out under it. He crossed his arms again and so did she, pushing up her breasts once more. He hissed and there it was--a surge of jealousy. It was an undeniable desire to have what she had, both in body and magic. He needed it. It was what he had sought the mirror out for the in the first place, to become a lovely lizard lady.

Forefox paused, tilting his reptilian head as he considered the thought. There was something wrong about it but also...also something all too right. Slowly, he uncrossed his slimming arms and placed them upon his hips, which were of the same proportion as the lizard in the mirror now. He dug his fingers into his hips, hissing slightly in pain as his claws grew out and his scaled hands lost their previously pawlike appearance. He edged closer to the mirror and she edged closer still. He hissed and flicked out his tongue, shrugging now slender shoulders while a ripple rode down his waist, pressing it inwards into curvy shape. He dug his toes into the ground as he thought of why he couldn't have it, power and body both. His toes turned into talons and spread apart while he pondered, his lizardlike limbs' heels rising. All of his fur was gone now and his proportions had slimmed down so he retained his toned musculature, but he was slimmer and slightly softer now and yet he was not complete. In the mirror was what he could be; that is, sexy and smooth and scaled in scarlet. All he had to do was accept it.

The former kitsune looked into the mirror and grinned at the lizard across from him, his expression soon shifting to a matching sardonic smile. With a step towards the mirror, he realized he needn't be jealous of the lizard, not when--

He hissed in displeasure as he felt part of him press into the mirror. He titled his gaze down and hissed again when he saw what laid between his legs, a red shaft and furry sheath that looked oh so out of place on his red-scaled crotch and especially so for a lizard lady like her.

She hissed and placed her clawed hands on her crotch. Without hesitation, she pressed down on her masculinity and shoved it in. Unsurprisingly to her, a vertical slit opened at that moment, partially accepting her shaft and sheath. There was still more to do, however. She pressed down harder still, shivering and hissing as her package shrank whilst becoming all the more sensitive. Harder and harder she pressed in, quivering as her sheath was accepted into her, her testicles transferring into ovaries that traveled up her ripening passage. She rubbed her thickening thighs together, moaning lustfully now as she moved that much closer to complete womanhood, towards becoming the lusty lizard lady she was meant to be. Her womanly lips formed fully as she gave one last push, all that remained of her shaft taking its place upon her scaled slit as her swollen, nubby clit.

The newly minted lizard lady raised her hands from her crotch and crowed in pleasure at what she saw there, the fully formed flower of womanhood. Already it pulsed and throbbed with warm need. Cautiously she dropped a clawed hand down there. Before she touched her slit, however, she looked at the lizard in the mirror. She hissed and blinked, her differently colored eyes' hue darkening to a pupiless black as she looked to the lizard. She was so close, almost there, but still she lacked the runes and breasts. She hissed a whine, her other clawed hand coming up to rub at her chest. Abruptly her mood improved as the flesh beneath her nipples began to bubble. Hissing softly, she tweaked at a thickening nipple and shivered at the heat it sent rushing down to her slit.

In the next moment, the lizard's ready claws pressed into her slit. She moaned, thick tail lashing out against the ground while she dug further in. The pleasure was immense, no doubt enhanced as she entered herself for the first time, but she quickly found a couple claws wasn't enough. Thinking quickly, she caught her tail between her legs and took it in both hands. While her chest began to bounce with the growth of nascent breasts, she directed her tail's tip towards her slick sex. Trembling in anticipation, she bent her knees and looked back towards the mirror. She sequealed in happiness to see the other lizard, the other her, her mirror peer doing the same thing.

Without a second more of hesitation, the lizard pressed the tip of her tail into her slit. The swollen, moist lips accepted it easily enough thanks to the quick work of her claws earlier. She gasped and hissed in greater pleasure than before as she fell to her knees. Still, she continued to stuff her tail in and her needy slit was all too ready to take it in. With every little bit she stuffed in, her breasts swelled until they were large, ripe, and firm. She lifted her head and cried out as she managed to get further in, her warm inner walls futilely clamping down on the thick, scaled intruder. She nearly fell over from this and so she leaned forward quickly, pressing chest and head against the mirror. She hissed again, the feel of her breasts mashing and rubbing against the mirror's cool surface perfectly pleasurable alongside the continual thrusting of her tail. When a portion of her tail brushed against her throbbing clit, it was almost too much. She squealed, but held on, not willing to climax just yet. She knew she could climb higher up in the peaks of pleasure, she had to if she wanted ultimate carnal bliss.

So she continued, until her passage would just accept no more of her tail and she had almost stimulated her clit into numbness. Ready for it all, she gave the mirror and her mirror peer a loving lick with her long tongue before she grinded her stiff nipples against the glass. With that, she climaxed.

The lusty lizard lady shrieked and hissed, her tail thrashing about inside her as she reached her peak. Drawing long, harsh breaths, she rested the tip of her snout against the mirror and felt her thighs and hips quivers as her tail made its way out of her, pleasurably and tantalizingly so. Finally, the tip left but not before giving her clit one last caress. With that, she took a deep, deep breath, her breasts bobbing as her mind fell into the haze of afterglow. It was here she felt happiness and a distinct lack of jealousy for the lizard across from her. Instead, there was only lust and love and deep satisfaction as she felt blue runes begin to true their way through her body. The runes inscribed themselves, each series or ring of runes bestowing upon her the magic of the mirror that she had sought as a kitsune.

But now she was no longer a kitsune, just like she was no longer Forefox. Still shaking slightly in the aftermath of her orgasm, she stood and placed her hands on her hips and steadied herself. She looked in the mirror and smiled at the form she found: that of a red-scaled lizard lady with a body she was confident in, a body with full, firm breasts, womanly curves, wide, wonderful hips, cruel claws, a thick tail that flicked this way and that over a rounded rump, a feminine slit still slick with her latest bout of self love and a sardonic smile upon her reptilian muzzle that she couldn't help but admire. She saw power in that form too, innate athleticism and mystic power imbued in her runes and she loved the lizard in the mirror all the more for it because that lizard in the mirror, that mirror peer, was her. There was a name for that lizard in the mirror and it came into her mind:

Red.

Red flicked out of her tongue at herself and stepped closer towards the mirror. She was a strong servitor of it now and would do as it desired. It was lucky then that she shared in its goals. With a chuckling hiss, the lusty lizardwoman stepped into the mirror and disappeared into its reflective surface, leaving the glass only showing what was really there.

For now.