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The shop was apparently empty. Once a den for illicit animal trade and abuse as well as a supplier for normal pets and pet supplies, the place was now mostly empty, devoid of the animals that had once resided in dirty, crowded cages. As of such, the shop was quiet and from the outside looked closed or abandoned, a perspective aided by the sign on the inside flipped out that declared the place closed. It wasn't abandoned, however.

Past the exterior facade of the shop was the backroom where that terrible trade had taken place. Housed here was Anna, a vengeful witch, and the shop's former owners and associates, once men but now female animals of various species whom Anna treated depending on how she saw fit. There was Anna's first victim, Watts, the former snake butcher now a snake herself who often found herself gravid and bound by Anna's conjured branches, forced to lay larger and larger eggs until she was empty only to be filled by a more than willing male when the time came. The shop's owner Tanner and his sons Clem and Gene had been next to face her wrath for their cruelty to their living inventory, and now spent much of their time caged up or being mated. Tanner was a small female skink that was just as often gravid as Watts. Gene had become a pussy with a pussy and was well along in her first pregnancy, her belly swollen with kittens, while Clem was a common crow that at the moment was unladen, though Anna was keen on gifting her with hours of laying unfertilized eggs. Then there was Dean, a lecherous man whose advances on Anna had cost him his masculinity and humanity. Afterwards, she swam woefully in the confines of her closed tank as a tiger shark. Graham, a rude associate of the trade, had been the latest victim and had ended up as a more mythical creature, a dragoness far smaller than the great beasts of legend were purported to be.

In the time since Graham's visit, the shop had changed. Anna had released the animals kept within the shop, letting those who could survive in the surrounding city free while giving those more delicate creatures to summoned friends to keep safe in their sanctuaries throughout the world. For a couple weeks she had been content with this and keeping up with her captives, ensuring several generations of new snakes and lizards as well as a couple draconic eggs she had her allies stored away. Now though, she felt she had to do more. Transforming the wicked men and toying with their female feral forms had been entertaining, but now she knew she wasn't doing much to advance her cause. She had hoped more of the men's associates would show up, but no one else had thus far. At first she thought they might not have as many friends as she had initially assumed, yet a quick glance through Tanner's phone and the contacts and messages within proved otherwise. There were plenty more, but they were just staying quiet for whatever reason. She considered changing one of the former men back temporarily to find out or delving deeper in one of their minds, but decided none of them had earned such a reprieve. So, she wondered about the cause. She knew it couldn't be her because no one believed in witches nowadays and these men had been so fearless and confident that their crimes would never be exposed until she had come along. What then was keeping the others in hiding and from coming to her?

Anna received her answer when on a whim she sent out a few messages to contacts Tanner had marked as being "close" associates. She had been annoyed when she got no response from anyone, but then overjoyed when someone had finally responded with a quick message of: "They know." In response, she had sent, "Who knows what?" to which he had said, "Be there soon."

Of course Anna was overjoyed. Soon was a relative term to these mortals, but it meant much to her. Soon she would have another to inform her before she dispensed the justice he would no doubt deserve.

In the meantime, Anna decided to clean up some more. Most everything in the shop was in order, but the backroom was a little packed, and keeping the shark in her tank and the dragon with her ascended formerly lizard mate no longer meant as much to her. There were better places for them.

She visited Dean first. The tiger shark barely moved within the tank as she stood there, not even willing to meet the witch's eyes. Anna laughed.

"No need to mope, Dean," she said. "You are leaving."

The shark looked up to her, but there was no hope in her eyes. She knew better. To this, Anna laughed again, harsher this time. The witch reached out with her mind and came into contact with some of her sisters of the sea, a trio of naiads in the Mediterranean that readily agreed to take care of the tiger shark. She smiled and stared into Dean's eyes, evoking an unseen change in her so that she would be always read for the males that awaited her in her new oceanic life. Dean squirmed in her confines, unsure what had just happened but all too aware something had, and if the witch was involved it couldn't be good for her.

"It is good for the world," Anna said to the shark. "Good for your species. Such self sacrifice is always appreciated. Be happy with that."

She snapped her fingers. In the next instant, the shark was gone along with the water in the tank, returned to the sea. Her smile broadened as she turned towards Graham's cage and saw the small dragoness had her tail and rear submissively laid. Her horny mate sniffed at her offering, soon moving to mount her.

"Very good, Graham," she said. "You have adjusted well.'

The dragoness lifted her head in alarm and looked up at the witch. Anna giggled as she detected embarrassment in those reptilian eyes. Before the dragoness had seemed resigned to her fate of being relentlessly mated, but now she seemed to enjoy it and want for it. It worked for the witch at least. She snapped her fingers and the two diminutive dragons vanished midcoitus, cast away to a high mount in Italy where one of her relations could care for the two and ensure a resurgence for the draconic population.

She visited Watts next. The snake was bound by her branches, coiled up and twisted around so her vent faced up while she looked down. Of course, she was gravid too and actively laying with one egg on its way out. As it crowned, Anna smiled and shook her head. She motioned a hand down and Watts hissed in distress as the crowning egg sank back fully into her vent so she would have to push it all out again.

"Good girl," Anna cooed, patting the snake's head affectionately before wandering off.

She moved on to the former shop owners last. She picked up Gene, the pregnant cat heavy but docile in her arms, and placed her to lay down in a padded cage. She took the cat's father next, placing the gravid lizard atop of her son's swollen belly. Finally she turned to Clem. The common crow stared down at her hatefully in her bird cage. Unlike the other animals, she wasn't gravid and she was much less docile. She cawed as Anna approached.

"Oh, Clem," she said. "You are not being productive at all. That hate is such waste. You should be happy I have given you a chance to be a mother. The rest of your family is." She snickered. "You should be happier still I am about to give you another."

Anna snapped her fingers. There was a flash and some uncomfortable vertigo, but in the next moment she was calmly flapping her wings, keeping her aloft in the air with her new crow body. A male crow. She swooped towards Clem's cage. Soon was relative, after all, and she thought she might have more time before her next guest arrived.

*****

Shaun shook as he approached the pet shop. Ever a nervous man, he at least had a chance to be nervous now. Not just nervous though, but afraid. He hoped Tanner would have some answers. Even if the Southern man was rough sometimes and a small time player in the scheme of things, there was always practicality in his advice. Shaun just prayed it was enough for this time.

Clutching his briefcase close to his chest, Shaun peered into the shop and found it strangely dark and empty. Coming to the door, he found it was apparently closed. He scratched his head and felt fear leap in his heart. It was a Tuesday afternoon. It wasn't exactly primetime, but there was still money to be made. Where was the inventory and, more importantly, where was Tanner and the boys?

He tried the door but found it locked. He signed and scuttled around the side of the building. Perhaps, he hoped, they were just in the back experimenting on some animals. Some of the extreme things they did left him disgusted, but most of it didn't really bother him. They were just animals after all, and it wasn't like they were torturing the expensive inventory.

He came to the back door and knocked. He heard some squawking and shuffling inside, causing him to clutch his briefcase closer. He knew paper wouldn't protect him and yet there was comfort in the bureaucracy behind it, bureaucracy that was now coming to end him.

The door opened. Instead of a gruff Southerner there stood a pale skinned woman dress in a simple cerulean dress and possessing a pair of eyes the same color as her garb that seemed to stare into his soul. Her hair was a bit bedraggled and she wore no shoes, but other than that it seemed she had been prepared for his visit. It was for this reason that he didn't turn and walk away.

"Er, hello," he said. "Is Tanner in?"

"Tanner is occupied," she replied, her tone even.

"Oh." Shaun blinked. "Well, are any of the boys--"

"Come in, Shaun," she said, stepping away so that she no longer blocked the entrance. "I am here to help."

Shaun blinked again and shrugged. He was still nervous, but there was something about the woman's calm tone that pressed away fear. He didn't recognize her, but perhaps she was some hired help Tanner hadn't informed her about.

"Thanks," he said, stepping in. "Er, you know my name?"

"Of course." She smiled and held out her hand. "I know many of friends of Tanner. My name is Anna."

He took her hand and shook. Her grip was firm and unusually strong, but that only helped him feel better about the situation.

"Nice to meet you."

"Likewise."

Shaun walked into the backroom and found it tidier than he had remembered. It didn't smell as bad either, and there was much less evidence of the unsavory activities that took place back here. There were still a few animals, however, including an exhausted looking crow in its cage, an odd pair of a pregnant cat and lizard in their own comfy cage, and snake stringed up in a precarious position while it painfully laid. He was drawn by the sight of the snake and smiled as he walked over.

"Wow," he said, pointing to the snake, who hissed in distress. "Who did this?"

"I did," Anna said.

He turned to her. "You...I, er, well..." he gulped. "Not bad. Much clever than anything I've ever seen the boys put together."

"Watts is deserving of it," Anna continued. "And she has been a good girl so far."

"Watts?" Shaun said. That name sounded familiar to him. He meant to say something else, but Anna pushed it aside with a direct stare and an even more direct question.

"Why are you here?" she asked.

"Oh, I..." he shook the briefcase. "It's kind of confidential and--"

"Tanner trusts me," she said, drawing uncomfortably close. "Tell me."

Shaun took a deep breath.

"Ok," he said. "The Feds are onto us."

One of Anna's eyebrows raised. "Feds?"

"Yeah," Shaun said with a nod. "It was just an audit at first, but they kept asking questions and then I heard from some others that they're being investigated too and...and I couldn't even contact Graham or..." He blinked. "Watts." He looked over to the snake. "You named the snake after him?"

Anna wasn't listening, however. She tilted her head and folded her arms.

"I have mortal allies?" she wondered. "How interesting."

"Mortal what?" Shaun said. "Look, I really need to tell Tanner because I think they're coming after here next."

"Good."

Shaun stepped back.

"What?"

"It is good," Anna said, stepping towards him. "I thought this war was my war alone."

"I don't..."

"Of course you fail to understand, just like the others. You are no better than them. You enjoyed their cruelties, did you not?"

"Huh?" Shaun stared at the woman. "What do you mean?"

"The animals and the pain your 'friends' inflicted on them. You watched and did nothing about it."

"So?" Shaun nodded towards the snake. His confusion was now joined by a bit of anger. "You do the same thing!"

"Only to those who deserve it and Watts surely does. Do you?"

"I don't understand!" Shaun said. "I thought you were a friend of Tanner's and now you're accusing me of-" "Enjoying cruelty, taking pleasure in the pain of the helpless." Anna's eyes flashed with hatred. "I can see your mind, little man. You do the same to your own kind too. You hide behind the letter of law and your own twisted truths. You are responsible. Why?"

Shaun was taken aback. This wasn't going like how it was supposed to. He felt cornered and confused, and like a trapped animal he lashed out, though only verbally.

"They're just animals!" he said. "And it's good money. No one cares about a few snakes here and there or a dog or some ivory or..." He shook his head and snarled. "What's it to you anyways? Who are you really?"

"Just animals," Anna repeated. "That was a plea Watts made too." She smiled coldly. "I still do not believe it. There is worth to every animal, just like there is still worth to you."

"You'd better believe it!" Shaun said. "So step away! If you so much as touch me I'll--"

Anna smiled and lunged forward. Shaun shrank back and recoiled in shock when she touched him, a light poke on his nose that was so much more. He stumbled back and felt his back brush against the back door. He shivered from that touch as something strange coursed through him. He felt groggy now and weakened as his bravado faded away. He clung to his briefcase for strength as Anna advanced upon him.

"You are no better than they," she said. "You are worse in a way. You let it happen and you could have stopped it."

"What do you want?" Shaun whimpered. "Crocodile tears?"

Anna stopped and smiled.

"Yes," she nodded. "I would. First--" she pointed a finger towards the briefcase. "I would like that."

Though Shaun was reluctant to relinquish his briefcase, he didn't have much choice. Some invisible force pulled at it, an unseen hand that was stronger than both of his put together. He struggled and it was futile. With a yelp, the briefcase flew from his hands and into Anna's waiting arms. She opened it, peered inside, and nodded. She placed it behind her.

"Perfect," she said. "You brought everything."

A sudden thought struck Shaun.

"Wait," Shaun said. "You're with the Feds?"

Anna laughed at this.

"Silly man," she said. "You have given me some good goals but your head is so empty. I am not with these 'Feds.' I am with nature."

"You're a goddamned hippie?"

"If only."

Anna lunged forward again. Shaun turned towards the backdoor, intending to open it and flee this place but the backdoor was no longer there. Instead there was a shimmering mirror that reflected his panicked form. He gawked at himself and shuddered when he saw the taller Anna behind him in the mirror, but there was nothing that he could do. The sorcery that Anna had infused in him with that previous touch kept his feet firmly on the ground and his gaze forward as she moved to stand behind him. He shivered as she placed her hands on her shoulders, more of her magic flowing into him. There was a more sinister smile on her face as she leaned in and whispered in his ear.

"Crocodile tears, you said?" she murmured. "I would like to see that."

Shaun shuddered.

"Yes," she said. "Fear me."

And so there was fear in Shaun's heart as events took an unexpected turn for the man. He had thought the woman might threaten him with violence or revealed that she was a government agent that knew all the wickedness he had done, but it was neither. There was stranger stuff in store as he felt his skin crawl all over his body. Stuck in place as he was, he could only shiver as he felt as if invisible hands were squeezing at his skin all over his body and not a pleasant massage sort of way. Rather, there were rough pinches and pulls as bit by bit his bodily hair fell away. Though he was nearly bald up top anyhow, that too shed and he could see this in the mirror unlike the rest of his clothed form.

"What--" he began, but felt quiet as Anna squeezed his shoulders, their broadness deteriorating into narrowness from her caresses. This seemed contrary to her demands of terror, for her touch felt good and so did his skin now too, though there was still pain. The pokes and pinches had been replaced a series of scorching spots. He winced as each one, gasping a bit when their intensity of their activity grew. Each moment of pain was worth the brief bout of pleasure afterwards, however, at least until one such spot appeared on his neck. He winced at it, and then his eyes widened as he saw what the sizzling spot had left behind a patch of tough green scales. He not only could see them, but feel them too. They were cool and rough and at odds with the rest of his skin. With a start, he realized he had many, many more such spots of scales and that he just couldn't seem them.

"What are you--" he tried again, only for Anna to shake her head and lay her hands on his face. He stared into the mirror and saw she was developing scales too. He winced, and saw another patch appear on his cheeks. Anna tapped the spot. Shaun shivered as the scales there began to spread, trading skin for squamous green hide. He whimpered, unsure what was happening, unsure why it was happening, and unsure in the fact that it didn't feel as bad as he thought such a change ought to. He was growing scales, actual scales and they were spreading still!

Shaun's panic grew when Anna began to caress his face with her hands and her touches had consequence. Her rubbing at his ears made them shrink, curling up and collapsing into seeming nonexistence on the sides of his face while scales crawled over the space. She softly caressed his neck, causing it to thicken and develop tannish scales while his Adam's Apple simply ceased to be. Despite the changes they caused, the touches felt good, so much so that Shaun moaned in involuntary pleasure, snapping his mouth shut when he heard his higher pitched tone. Before he had a chance to question this, she placed one hand at the top of his skull and the other below his jaw. He shivered as the scales rushed to cover his head with a predominantly green hide while more and more of the spots covered his skin below the neck. When his head was totally covered, she pressed down up top and pulled up down below. His skull squashed and reshaped, nose and mouth combining into a growing slightly jagged reptilian muzzle that extended out and out as Anna continued to apply pressure. His eyes moved farther apart from each other and higher up on his flatter head while sharp, cruel teeth came to grow within his expanding snout as his tongue widened and thickened but became now unable to move out of his maw. When his muzzle completed growing, it was rather long and thick and it appeared as if his shut maw was smiling a toothy smile even if he was anything but happy. He stared in the mirror, his maw falling open in shock and display all of its pointed teeth as he recognized the crocodilian head atop his shoulders as his.

"How?" he rasped, his voice lighter but rougher. He shut his eyes and squirmed as they too changed. When he opened them again, they were the slitted optics of a reptile and something stranger still had happened. Anna in the mirror now appeared as he, a humanoid with the head of a reptile though her scales were a deep blue just like her dress. She smiled at him with her many teeth and nudged the back of his neck.

"Show me those tears," she said, her voice now a bit raspier too. She squeezed his shoulders and Shaun involuntarily sobbed as he looked at how he had changed. He hoped for his sake that this was the extent of it.

"No," Anna whispered, lowering her hands to his hips. She grabbed for his belt and unbuckled it, quickly throwing it away once it was loose enough. Then she returned her hands to his hips and pulled. Much to Shaun's surprise, his hips widened thanks to her tugs, flaring apart to such an extent that his now loose pants no longer fit. With barely a sound they felt to his feet, revealing his legs were already covered in green scales. They were thinner than he remembered too, thick but somehow svelte. He heard Anna laugh with a reptilian hiss as she tugged again at his hips. They widened just a bit more and so his underwear was next to fall. In his shame, he tried to move his hands to cover his crotch and to his surprise he actually was able to muster his limbs to do so. There seemed to be a price for privacy, however, for his hands continued to change, scales covering what skin remained before his fingers thickened, nails growing out into cruel claws, tough weapons that he might have used had not Anna's similarly clawed hands come to place over her own. Smiling in the mirror, she peeled his hands away and placed them by his sides. Then she rubbed at his thighs, smiling as they began to thicken before returning her hands to Shaun's genital.

The crocodile man stiffened at her touch, whimpering as she lightly fondled them while the rest of his body was finally totally overcome by pebbled scales. Down below his feet burst out of his shoes, the growth of his four toed feet costing him several hundred dollars as their digits thickened and developed claws. Abruptly Anna squeezed hard on Shaun's genital, causing him to hiss out in pain. Unlike the growth of scale, this hurt a lot and it was pain Shaun had felt a couple of times before. He squirmed, his thick thighs rubbing together, but it was all futile as Anna squeezed again and suddenly shoved them inwards. Surprisingly, the flesh was yielding on both sides as twin folds of scaled skin formed from a sudden split in his crotch, bulging outwards briefly to swallow up his offered shaft and testicles. These folds of flesh throbbed momentarily, Shaun hissing in pleasure as his offending masculinity was devoured, taken in and repurposed. His testicles became ovaries, his shaft shrank into a green clit, and what remained integrated itself into her new womanhood.

When Anna removed her claws from her crotch, Shaun stared in disbelief in the mirror. Where her cock had once been was now a scaled slit that even now was a little wet as it pulsed needily. She shook her head and looked down and found the reflection was the truth.

"I--" she began, but there was nothing she could say. The woman had already taken much of her humanity, but now she was without her masculinity too? How much worse could this get?

"It gets better," Anna purred, nuzzling her neck. "You can undo this too."

"H-how?" Shaun hissed, her raspy, high pitched voice unfamiliar, but it was hers for now.

"Give in."

Shaun was unsure what she meant until Anna reached down and pointedly brushed her claws against the new female's crotch. Shaun shivered, her lust growing.

"It can only feel good," Anna promised.

Shaun nodded. If all she had to do to reverse this transform was to pleasure herself, then she would. It was better than being some freak and--

And as she rubbed at her crotch, it did feel good. She hissed as she probed her lips, her initial explorations timid. She was still unsure, however.

Shaun's attention was brought away from her curious explorations when Anna easily ripped her collared shirt apart with her claws. Before Shaun could react, Anna had placed her hands on where her nipples should be and started squeezing at the flesh. Shaun huffed at the touches, the scales there proving more sensitive than she would have thought. She soon figured out why when the flesh beneath Anna's hand began to bulge with the growth of twin hemispheres that started out small but still sensitive. Her nipples had reappeared too, and they were puffier and darker in their green complexion than what they had once been. Shaun quivered as Anna tweaked her nipples with her claws, causing a flush of heat to rush at her crotch. Shaun hissed and returned her claws to her crotch. Her growing breasts amplified her desires now, each moment of growth causing her to press her claws closer and closer to her slick slit. Finally she pressed in with her claws.

Immediately Shaun gasped, her maw hanging open at the pleasure. She pressed in further still and her whole body shuddered, burgeoning breasts bouncing as Anna continued to toy with them. As Shaun started to toy more with herself, Anna pressed closer to her, laying her long snout upon her shoulder while breasts her own chest into Shaun's back. Anna's own scaled, though covered, breasts felt good upon her, egging Shaun to press in even more. She was rewarded with a spike of pleasure and a shock at the base of her spine as something exploded out. She turned her head to look behind her, and nearly stopped when she saw her thick crocodilian tail growing out beneath her and Anna.

"Keep on going," Anna said, harshly squeezing at Shaun's now cantaloupe sized breasts. Shaun hissed in response, and kept on going. Her hips bucked involuntarily as she slipped her claws in and out of her slit, her inner walls squirming as they futilely clamped on something that couldn't deliver them the seed they desired. Shaun hissed again, reveling in contentment of it all. She had thought this was going to be punishment, but it all seemed to be pleasure and when it was over she would be herself again. She had thought the woman wanted tears, but the only thing she would shed would be some stuff from her slick sex. She panted and moaned, enjoying the sight of herself and Anna in the mirror. Though she was a mostly animal, somewhat human freak, she still found the sight of herself oddly arousing. She had the curves of a woman, thick thighs, long legs, and bountiful breasts that liked being groped. If she ignored her crocodilian head, she could almost find herself attractive, though the sight of her thick reptilian tail flopping over her rounded rear while another crocodile woman pressed into and fondled her made it all worth it. She was close, so close and then she could be herself again! But-

But did she want to be herself again? This scaliness felt sexy and masturbation as a man again could never compare to this, even if some magic or nebulous other force was involved. She couldn't be who she was again either, but in her lustful haze she didn't care. Screw the Feds, screw Tanner, screw the business, because right now she just wanted to screw herself.

It was discovering the sensitivity of her clit that finally got her near the edge. When she first touched it, she almost shrieked in pleasure for it was so much more than her breasts or slick slit offered. She fit it into her rotation of self-pleasuring, poking at it from time to time with one of her claws while Anna continued to help her along until she finally made it.

With a shriek, Shaun climaxed. The crocodile woman fell to her knees, shivering and shuddering as her sex dripped wetly onto her thighs. She felt Anna withdraw from her, stepping back so that Shaun was alone and untouched. She rested her hands on her knees as she stared at herself in the mirror, pleased with what she had done and even more pleased with the pleasure it had brought. However, her rational mind resurfaced in the afterglow and soon it began to poke at the pleasure, acknowledging the enjoyment but also wishing to be like it was better--that is, not a busty, curvy crocodile gal, but a simple bald businessman. She knew the longer she remained as this, then the witch would have more opportunity to influence to her. Thus, she turned her head away from the mirror and looked to Anna. She opened her maw to question the witch, yet there was nothing she could say. A sinister smile graced Anna's reptilian features. Again fear clutched at Shaun's heart.

"Wait," she begged, but it was too late. She felt something swirl inside her, before abruptly dragging her down. She fell flat on her front against the floor, her breasts aching as they pressed harshly into the ground. She groaned, no longer as glad to have them. At this thought, they began to shrink and at first she thought she was turning back into the man she was meant to be. This, however, was not the case. She soon found she wasn't becoming male or human again. Rather, as her limbs began to shrink and thicken into stockier shapes and her breasts continued to shrink, she realized the case was quite the opposite. Though her curves were melting away and her rear lost its appealing roundness and her buttcheeks melded together, she was trading her femininity for theroid traits.

Shaun soon found it impossible to stand because her limbs were just no longer meant for it. Her arms and legs became similar in function, digits growing thicker and heavier so they could no longer grasp while both limbs drew in closer to her body. Her neck realigned and thickened considerably, snapping her muzzle up from ground and to staring forward. It was now much harder to look up, a task only made more difficult as more mass and muscle was added to her form, granting more size to her snout and torso as her body streamlined for swimming. Her body thickened while breasts diminished to nothingness. She squirmed against the ground gasping and trying to beg, but all that came out of her were reptilian grunts. She could no longer speak. She could, however, hear better than ever, including the creak and groans of her bones as they reshaped to match her feral form. She sniffed with the slits at the end of her snout and smelled elation behind her, mixed with something that her body found somehow familiar. Opening her jagged maw, she stared into the mirror and saw herself now as the beast she was becoming.

Shaun shivered as she felt her sex shift. It moved down and down as her tail grew thicker and thicker extended in size well beyond the length of her body. Her slick slit lost its humanoid appearance as it closed up momentarily and reopened again, horizontally this time and without a clit. There was a final additional of muscle so that her legs could carry her heavier body and then her transformation from crocodilian humanoid to full crocodile was complete.

Shaun stayed still in shock. She was still female and now completely lacking in humanity. She had been deceived. In that moment, she would have cried if she could and they would have been genuine crocodile tears.

The situation worsened when she smelled something her body recognized even if her mind did not. It was a slight musk that smelled of the swamp and something else. She thought to turn around, but she caught sight of what it was in the mirror first. She slowly blinked her reptilian eyes as she saw the large cerulean-scaled crocodile bearing down upon her in the mirror, a crocodile that seemed somehow familiar and yet strange. She turned away from the mirror and meant to scuttle away, but it was too late. The larger crocodile beared down upon her and caught her neck in its jaws.

His jaws. Shaun's panicked as she recognized the smell as the musk of a male, even if the cerulean crocodile hadn't been male to begin with. However, she hadn't been female to begin with either. Despite herself, her body warmed as she took in more of her scent, her panic clouded by lust even as he dragged her away from the mirror. She struggled futilely, but it was no use. The other crocodile, the Anna-that-was, was stronger and larger and more accustomed to his body. She was a plaything in his jaws, and all she could do was follow along lest she hurt herself.

Soon she had been positioned near where the snake was bound. Still caught in the other croc's jaws, she still managed to look up at the snake, the one whom Anna had referred to as Watts. Was that Watts, actually, the snake butcher she had once known? Had Anna transformed her into a snake female too and mated her, or was there something else at work?

Shaun shuddered as the male released her from his jaws, but stayed still despite her newfound freedom. She was too terrified to move, and her panic only increased when she felt the great crocodile's weight come upon her again. She grunted in distress, grunting again when he maneuvered about her, lifting and spreading her haunches as his forelegs came to rest behind hers. She tried to press herself down, but she was powerless to stop him from moving her into mating position. He scratched at her hide as he seeked to gain further purchase and she let him after she realized the situation was hopeless. She knew the cerulean croc would overpower her some way or the other, either with magic or might. Delaying the inevitable would do her no good.

She laid at rest as best she could, but it was impossible not to squirm and shiver when she felt something stiff and hard press against her cloaca. It wasn't like her claws sliding into silken folds before, but something brutish, thick shaft designed to penetrate her virginal sex and ensure the continuance of her species. It only took one hard press and he was into her. She couldn't even gasp and whimper or whine as he pressed in, only sit there in a mix of pleasure and pain as he spread her sex apart all the while pushing deeper and deeper inside. It was all the more pleasurable than what she had felt the before, but also all the more terrifying.With each stiff thrust, her future became all the more clear. Somehow she knew the cerulean crocodile meant to impregnate her, to leave her so heavy with eggs that all she would be able to think about was getting them out and there was nothing she could do about it. Somehow there was comfort in her mandatory maternity, and she clung to that for she had nothing else. She clung to the comfort and the pleasure of her mating and that was enough to keep the terror at bay.

Shaun's inner walls quivered as the crocodile's cock rubbed against them, clamping down futilely as the male pressed further in. Shaun thrust her hips back, taking him in deeper still and lifted her tail so he could get a better vantage. She didn't do so for the male, but herself. The sooner he got deeper, the sooner this would end.

The cerulean croc atop of her seem to sense her motives. He pressed in and out slower now, his moves softer and less forceful though he was now prolonging the experience and forcing her to feel. For one terrifying moment he withdrew again, but then he was in again, deeper than ever before. At this point it became a little painful, for he spread her more than she thought possible and yet he thrust in deeper and deeper until she thought he might stretch her apart. Instead, his shaft finally lay still and then the great crocodile upon her shuddered. She shuddered too as she felt his seed spill into her, directly into her ready and waiting womb. Her inner walls clamped down, milking him of every drop and propelling his seed so that not a drop was wasted. When his shaft softened and he pulled out, she shuddered again and lay against the ground. She could feel his thick seed inside her, pooling in her womb as it spread to her eggs. There was no doubt that she would be as heavy as she feared.

The great weight of the cerulean croc suddenly lifted off of her. She heard him grunt. A moment later, there was a great rush of wind and she could no longer smell him, though some of his smell lingered. Instead there was the scent of the sea. She lifted her head and dropped it as soft hand patted her head.

"That was wonderful," she heard Anna purr. "Much better than that crow. I think I will keep you."

Shaun laid there, her voice gone and her will broken.

"Oh, do not be so down," Anna continued. "You will be as wonderful a mother as you hope! And..." Anna rubbed along Shaun's scaled flanks. "You shall serve as my...consort when I so desire."

Shaun shivered.

"Mmm," Anna said, walking over to the briefcase and starting to unpack it. "I must thank you for this. It will make tracking down your allies easier. I am sure your...Feds are already after them but I will reach them first."

Shaun looked up at her. What had she done?

"You have done well," Anna said. "You may have your other female form back when you are done laying. Until then..."

Anna snapped her fingers. Shaun shuddered as the process within her speed up, her womb growing heavy with new eggs. Soon enough she would be laying which meant soon enough she could be human, or at least partially human. And then what? How long would that last before she was mated again? Was this her life now, a cruel cycle of shifting forms and functions?

"Enjoy!" Anna crowed.