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Yard sales had combinations of junk, and treasure all packed into one yard or garage. Conan opened up his own apartment door and into his own home with what he considered, well at the very least, a conversation starter- an Arabic gold oil lamp, one that looked like a genie's own lamp straight out of infamous genie movies.

Conan was quite clearly a he, with a small sized beard and mustache, as well as a hefty body that was a combination of muscle and fat. He weighed a little more than 200 pounds, but his arms and legs definitely had muscle tone on them, but he had some fat in his gut. His long brown hair almost covered his own neck, and it matched his brown eyes quite well. He wore a dirty white shirt with light blue jeans, and that lamp in both of his thick manly hands. Conan set the lamp down on the coffee table and took a seat in the two-seater sofa right next to it.

Conan's place was a studio apartment. His bedroom, his living room, his kitchen, it was all rolled into one large room. The only room that was set off to the side was the bathroom, and that wasn't very big either. "I guess the lamp's a piece of junk." Conan said to himself as he glanced over the dirtied oil lamp. He swore it was gold, it looked gold underneath all that rust, yet the owner sold it to him for absolutely nothing- he was more than eager to just give the thing away, of course the previous owner did say 'for display only, and NEVER to be cleaned' which explained why it was so dirty. "Maybe he thinks some kind of evil genie lives in there." Conan told himself with a laugh. Magic, it was something that just flat out didn't exist. In fact, not even anthros existed- and while he was no human girl, he lived in a human world.

And of course, like humans when they're told not to do something, they just have to do it. Conan grabbed that lamp and rubbed his palm on it. Not surprisingly, the dirt didn't come off. Surprisingly instead, a large puff of purple smoke just popped into existence, like some sort of cheap special effect made for a commercial. The smoke was at least six feet tall, and it was as wide as a normal human. As the smoke cleared, it revealed a woman was now there, an equine woman with brown horse hide and white splotches on her muzzle and belly. She had white hide hands with white feathering, complete with feathering above her hooves. She wore pink silk pants and a pink silk bra, which almost revealed those D cup tits, but it did reveal that small belly of hers. The woman brushed her dark brown mane from her green eyes, her dark brown tail flickered, and then she turned to Conan. "Great, another transfer. What was it this time? A yard sale? Did you find it from a trash heap? Or steal it? What's the story now?"

Conan couldn't believe it- a woman, an anthro horse no less, just appeared out of nowhere. "Don't genies like...come out of the lamp as smoke or something and then change into what they are? That was kind of a pretty...lame thing for you to just...pop out like that."

"Oh, we're going to get along FANTASTICLY." The horse woman rolled her eyes. "My name's Myu, I get paid to...actually fuck, I don't get paid at all. I grant wishes. That's what I do. And the role of granting wishes does NOT include coming out of the lamp in some sort of dramatic manner, it does not include singing and dancing, and most of all, it does not include needing to enjoy doing my job. Now, tell me what you want in the form of 'I wish', or just let me crash here and we'll call it a day." She crossed her hide covered arms over her chest and furrowed her brows as she glared at Conan.

Conan was too familiar with the 'evil' type of genies. This woman...definitely seemed to fit the role of an evil type pretty well. "I got you at a yard sale, okay? Why were you sold? What did you DO to the last guy? Did you kill him or something?"

"I can't kill people, unless they make a really stupid wish that puts them in that position." Myu shrugged casually. "That wasn't in the form of 'I wish' though, so really I could have killed hundreds of people and I wouldn't have to be honest about it."

Conan let out a frustrated sigh. She had a point there. Well, if she gave three wishes, then there'd be no harm in using the first wish to be safe. "I wish you'd honestly tell me about your past three owners. Include the wishes they granted, how you granted them, and what happened to them after."

Myu walked back to his couch and plopped herself down on it. "You're smarter than I give you credit for, human. The previous owner wished for fame, fortune, and family. Three big Fs. He became famous because he robbed a bank, and kidnapped the mother and her kids, and adopted them as his own. At least, that's the history I gave him. He's currently serving a life sentence. The one before that wanted a catgirl, so he became that catgirl he wanted. The catgirl is currently looking for the man of his dreams." She glanced away at the moment, as if she glanced at someone else besides him, briefly. "The last one wanted a bunch of power. He was an interesting case, actually. You recall the whole Chernobyl incident?" she grinned, wickedly. "He was the power plant."

Conan knew right then and there, just based off of the first owner she mentioned that she was an evil genie. "Alright, noted. I won't grant wishes then. I'll just, I don't know, go toss your lamp somewhere."

"Look, Conan." Of course, Conan didn't even say his name, Myu just knew it somehow. "You can't make me leave by getting rid of the lamp. If you don't make any wishes, then I pretty much hang out around you until you die, or until you inadvertently say 'I wish' and then I make it happen. I don't eat or anything, but I doubt you want me running loose around your place. And off the record, I can use magic to have fun, even if you don't wish it. I've got a contract if you want to read it." With a poof of purple smoke, a rolled up parchment appeared in Myu's hand. She unrolled the parchment and the paper travelled down past Conan and smacked against the entrance to his place, with enough of it still rolled up to indicate there was a LOT more to it- the parchment itself was filled with words of a language most humans at this day and age would not have understood. "I know a smart guy like yourself might want to read it, so hey, maybe wish to understand the language? It's extremely old English, if that helps. Or maybe you can find a translator? Oh, but that will take a LOT of time."

Conan grimaced at Myu. She definitely was an evil genie, that much was given. "I'll keep my wishes simple, then. And I'm not going to ask how you know my name." He wondered what he could wish for that was so simple, yet at the same time, make his life better. Of course he could just keep it so simple and not improve his life, but where was the fun in that?

"Whatever." Myu shifted to the side of the couch and put her hooves on it. "You live here by yourself, I assume. No girlfriends or anything, right?" she chuckled.

Conan raised a brow at that. "No. I live alone. I've never had a girlfriend. Do I want one? Yeah, but I just..." he paused. "Wait, I see where this is going. I'm not going to set you free and make you my girlfriend. Your magic would be too crazy."

Myu rolled her eyes up at Conan. "I'm not into getting a boyfriend. I'm just suggesting you could make your own girlfriend, one who knows how to get money and is pretty and is basically everything you could ever want."

"I get a strong feeling you did something like that to one of your previous owners." Conan crossed his arms. He didn't want to admit how tempting Myu's offer was, a girlfriend that could take care of all of his needs, what guy wouldn't want that? Even if he did want it, he'd have to phrase it very carefully. "But...I'll play your game." He just had to figure out how to word it properly. "I wish there were two women that lived with me, and I was NOT these women myself, but I was a perfect match for them, and they were a perfect match for me. These women are perfectly sane, don't wish to harm anything or anyone, and make a ton of money so I don't need to work myself."

Myu put her arms on the couch and stood herself up. "That is pretty specific. Well, granted." She snapped her fingers, and tilted her head. "Going to make the last wish now, or wait until your girls show up?" Conan wouldn't notice it, but two small bulges appeared on his back. They were about the size of tennis balls, and they were at opposite ends on his upper back.

"I think I'll wait until they show up, just in case it's not what I wanted so I can undo it." Conan walked, and looked, around his apartment briefly. "Where are they? Do they just appear out of thin air? Do they come to the door? How does it work?"

"First off, you can't wish to undo anything, space time continuum and all that. Second off, they can come in whatever creative method I so choose. I figured the best girls for you should come directly from you, so..."

Before Myu could even finish that statement, Conan felt something in his back bubble and pop. It didn't hurt, but he could feel something...grabbing back there. A quick look in the turned off television at his reflection and he saw something moving underneath his shirt. Conan was quick to remove his top, and he saw not one, but two furry hands- a red one and a blue one that stuck right out from his back and were trying to grab into...something back there. They wiggled and moved as if they were stuck back there and Conan had no control. "W-what the hell is this?! I didn't wish for them to come OUT of me like!"

"You were specific, but not THAT specific. You should have said how they appeared." Myu shrugged. "But hey, the damage is done." She walked beside the couch and leaned on the wall it was placed near. "Now we just watch and see your girls...well, pull out of you. It might go faster if you give them a hand. No pun intended since, ya know, all you can see is two furry hands."

Conan reached back and he felt those two other hands on his back grab onto his wrists. It felt like those hands were going to grab him and pull him in his own body. He fell to the floor with his back up and pulled his hands up. As he pulled his arms up, the hands that held onto those wrists slowly pulled out from his body, as if he were pulling people out of quicksand. He felt two other hands push out with arms long enough to grab onto the floor next to Conan. He couldn't see back there, but it looked like two arms reached through his back surrounded by skin. The two beings then pulled their heads out of Conan's back and revealed largely the same shape- as if the two were twins. They had large pointed triangular feline ears and long whiskers, as well as two yellow slit eyes. Their faces were covered in fur that matched their arms- red and blue; though the fur whitened the closer the fur was to their eyes and mouths. Each of their mouths opened up, licked their lips and revealed sharp feline teeth before they said "We're here." in perfect unison.

"Ah good, Fear and Anger." Myu said with a smile. She walked over and leaned down and helped the pair pull out of Conan. She grabbed their hands they had put on the ground and pulled them up out of Conan's own back. "I'm sorry I had to give you his emotions, but really, I can't exactly create something out of nothing. Well, I CAN, but it isn't nearly as fun."

Both creatures, 'Fear' and 'Anger' as Myu called them, were both catgirls. When the pair finally pulled out of Conan's back, they stepped their large white pawed feet on each of his sides. The feet arched upwards at an angle before it went to their legs. Their legs were slim and sleek with short fur, blue on Fear and red on Anger. The two were nude and it exposed their own feline cunts between their legs, as well as their own tails that almost resembled that of a foxes own. Their bodies were slim and sleek, each one with a C cup pair of tits. Their hands and toes lacked nails, but they appeared to be retractable.

"Thanks for finally pulling me out of that dump." The red catgirl, Anger, stated as she looked down at Conan. "Guy doesn't do crap with me. A lot of 'ventilation' he calls it." She spoke with a tone of authority and, of course, anger. Her sharp teeth constantly bared in a way that made it look like she always snarled.

"H-he's just doing what he thinks is right. I mean, you shouldn't smack your keyboard because you lost a multiplayer game..." The blue catgirl, Fear, stated. She was more reserved compared to Anger. Her two hands, now free of Conan, placed right behind her back and one paw foot gently kicked the air.

Conan still couldn't believe it. He was right between two girls that were, only moments ago, pulled from his back. With his hands free from the catgirls, he felt his back, scooted towards the television, and pulled himself up. He noticed his back looked...the exact same that it had looked moments ago, as if nothing pulled from him at all. "G-great. Thanks, I think." Conan told Myu. At least the catgirls were attractive, but to pull them out of him like that? It was anything but comfortable.

"That is only part of the wish. You and the two catgirls aren't perfect matches yet." Myu explained. She plopped herself back down on the couch and stretched her legs, her hooves rested on the armrest of that couch. "But they'll help you set that up. If you don't mind, I think I'll just watch."

Before Conan could even ask what Myu had meant, Anger pulled Conan to his bed. The bed definitely wasn't large enough for her, Conan, and Fear, at least to fit on it comfortably. Conan was laid right down on the bed beneath Anger, while Fear took off his pants. "Yeah, thing about us? We only like other catgirls." Anger said, with a growl in her tone. "So we're going to fix you right up for that."

Conan was amazed at Anger's strength; he was pulled to the bed and laid down on it just like that. His pants were just a bit harder to take off than normal, but that was because of an erection between his legs. "C-catgirls? No, I don't want to be a catgirl!" He turned to Myu, the studio apartment didn't separate the rooms between his bed and his couch, after all. "I didn't wish for that!" he was in a panic, all while Anger licked his cheek with that sandpaper tongue of hers and Fear finally pulled his pants down. It partially pulled down his erection, but it sprang back up when the pants were no longer in the way.

"You said 'that you were a perfect match for them.'" Myu commented as she pulled out a book from literally nowhere that read 'How to train your catgirl for dummies' on it. "The girls are lesbians; they aren't turned on by guys like you. They want another catgirl." She didn't bother telling him that he had another wish left, one that could fix that. When it came to human emotions though, she knew to bug him about that when his changes were...further along. "How are you still experiencing fear, anyways? I pulled that right out of your ass. Well, your back."

Fear pulled Conan's pants right off, as well as his footwear, and tossed them aside. "I dunno..." Fear stated, quietly. "Should I just let Anger do the work then, or...?" she was intimidated, shy, reserved. Not so much as to not undress Conan, but enough that she didn't want to get in the way.

Myu rolled her eyes. "I swear, you guys got to involving me in this. I'm WATCHING. Not DOING." She snapped her fingers, and Conan's bed stretched out to twice its original size, now it looked far more like a king size bed than a full twin. "I'm done, now."

"W-wait." Conan saw that bed stretch out and take up more space- thankfully he had nothing on the side of the bed that grew out. "I-I can change what they want, can't I? I mean...uhn..." his legs tensed up as he felt Fear's hands brush against his crotch and slowly pull down his underwear. His manhood was about average in length, and still very much aroused, moreso with those hands of Fear's that pushed up against his balls gently. "I-I wish...uhn..." it was so hard to focus- he knew he had to make a wish to fix this mess. He wasn't as afraid as he should be, but he just knew those girls were going to change him if he didn't do anything. "T-they liked cocks!" he blurted out. It was only right after that when he realized he could have just to make them straight or to make them like him for whom he was, but before he could speak up about that, Myu had already snapped her fingers.

"Done and done. Good news? You get to keep the cock. Bad news? Well, it'd be mean for me to spoil the bad news." Myu said with a wink. "Fear, Anger, get to work- and if any of you need me ONE more time, I'm going to shove my hoof in places none of you would enjoy."

"But-" Before Conan finished that sentence, Anger kissed him deeply. She didn't hesitate to slip in her sandpaper tongue to explore that mouth of his, much as Conan tried to pull back. Anger kept him pinned down hard. She smelled of strawberries out of all things, and her furry tits pressed down on his chest. Conan felt something else between his legs though rather than Anger's own crotch- it was Fear's own tongue that licked away. Her tongue was rough, yet soft and wet. While he had never had an actual tongue against his cock, he could only think that a tongue like this felt better than a normal one. "S-sto...op..." he spoke, though it was muffled. He felt something that started to cloud his mind, something that just made him want to just hump away at Fear's mouth and kiss deeply right back at Anger. His body felt so hot, and his energy went down to his crotch. He put his hands down on that bigger bed of his and tried to pull his body up, but he felt two furry hands of Fear keep him down in place.

Anger grabbed onto Conan's wrists and turned down to Fear, she had to break the kiss temporarily. "For someone named 'Fear', you sure as hell aren't acting very afraid." She said with a growl in her voice.

"H-how can I be afraid? I shouldn't be scared right now. We're in the middle of...the middle of fun..." Fear spoke with a tone of nervousness. "And I don't want him to kick or something either..." She looked up from near Anger's crotch with her face right at Conan's cock- her whiskers tickled his balls and he could feel her breath on his shaft.

"Well, you at least SOUND the part." Anger's body was shifted to the side just enough for Fear to give her easy access to Conan's crotch. "We'll have to take you to a scary movie once we're done here and see how that goes." Anger turned back to Conan and kissed him again. She let go of one of his wrists and gently stroked his head while her body, and her own kissing, kept him held down.

Conan wanted to break free, but it just felt like his own body had no energy, all except in his crotch that felt the most energized. His legs felt stiff and his hair felt, oddly tingling, a sensation that felt almost as if his hair was being washed by Anger's hands. He wanted to speak up and ask what she was doing, but her kissing made talking difficult. He couldn't see it, but his hair grew longer with every stroke and a wash of color that started at his roots grew upwards- a strange dark pink color that almost looked like it was purple. The more Anger stroked his hair, the longer it grew, and the more dark pink his hair became until Anger finally broke that kiss again. "W-what are you doing to me?" he then was able to freely say. Conan reached up with his free hand and felt his hair- it now went down to his neck and it felt so much fuller than it had been.

"We were given just enough magic to change you into what we want." Anger's tone had suddenly gone from dark and frightening, to calm and seductive, with just a hint of authority. "And now you've got the hair..." she glanced down. She didn't even bother to look down at Fear directly. "Fear, take care of his feet, I got his hands." Those slit eyes of hers went right back up to Conan.

The hand that held onto one of Conan's hands moved down and interlaced her hands with his fingers. Her thumb reached down to his palm and gently rubbed the cervices of his hands.

Fear merely nodded, even if neither Anger nor Conan could see that. She shifted her body farther away from Conan so that her head was next to his feet. Her hands grabbed onto one foot and moved those furry hands of hers up and down slowly, while she nuzzled and licked the second foot. Her whiskers tickled just a bit, enough to make Conan's toes squirm, but she just lightly grinned while he struggled.

Conan felt a rush of energy in his hands and toes. It didn't feel like energy that made him able to move much better, but a different kind of energy. He felt totally helpless at being unable to move so much of his body. "S-stop...give me...a chance...at least." He whined. He felt those furry hands on his and that sandpaper tongue on his feet. The feeling changed the longer he felt those hands and that tongue, though. He felt his own fingers thicken with fur and fat, just like his own feet. He felt his arches develop small bumps- paw pads. He tried to wiggle his feet, only to find that his feet didn't wiggle nearly that much. It was hard to see past Anger, but his own feet already felt so much stranger. Had he been able to see them, he'd see black paw pads with the tip of the foot used for walking, while the arch was raised. The fur surrounding his feet was completely white, and those toenails were no longer there- instead if Conan tried to flex his toes, tiny black claws would come out instead.

Much of the same happened to Conan's hands- but he COULD see that his hands whitened and his nails vanished. His hands actually looked quite similar to what he had; they were just much more feminine, and covered in small white fur. At the very least, Anger and Fear let his hands and feet go, and he could move them, but he wasn't sure what to do with them. His mind was muddled. He was more aroused than ever, even though he knew his body changed, and his mind felt far more open to the two girls, up to the point where he wanted to kiss Anger back, but he got the energy enough to turn his head.

"Boy's resistant." Anger commented with a grin. She pinned down his wrists and leaned down right to his cheek. "I like that. Too bad we can't risk you hurting me or scaring Fear, so we had to...immobilize you the old magic way. Well, except one part..." when Anger said that, Conan could feel Fear lick that cock of his again. "But maybe we can make the next part more exciting for you." Before Conan even had a chance to ask, Anger kissed him again, and she kissed him deep.

Conan's legs tensed up once more when he felt his cock licked, but it was Anger's kiss that made it hard to contain. It was something inside of him that just built up more and more with her kissing. He tried to shake his head away, but he just felt all of his energy move right to his crotch until he did one thing he both didn't want to, and yet wanted. Those balls of his tensed up with pressure, his cock twitched lightly, and he cummed. As a normal human, his orgasm didn't last tremendously long- long enough for a few good pumps, but it felt like it went just a bit longer. With every pulse, he felt that cock shift and develop barbs. With every pump, he felt a furry sheath form at the base of his cock, by the time he finished cumming, he breathed heavily and glanced down to see, not a human cock, but a feline one- a bit larger than his own, but not by much. "Y-you...you changed me..." he panted. That cum landed largely on his belly, but a bit on Anger's fur, too.

Fear was still right between his legs, she had pulled back just in time and was cum free. She couldn't help herself though, and licked his belly. "Human cum. Tastes so weird." She commented and looked up at Conan. "Can we give him kitty cum instead?"

Anger grinned at that question. Her fangs flashed and she pressed her forehead against Conan's own. "Oh, well he'll still have human cum because he's still mostly human. We'll just have to keep him cumming and get rid of ALL of that human seed." Anger pressed her furry tits firmly on Conan's chest. "Perhaps in a different position so we don't get bored. You want be on top, Fear?"

Fear shook her head at that. "N-no I couldn't..."

"Go figure. Well, move out of the damn way, then." Anger shifted her body to be fully on top of Conan. Her furry pawed feet rubbed on Conan's own, and she pushed her furry cunt right on top of Conan's new barbed feline cock, that cock that, despite having just cummed, was still out and erect. Anger lowered herself onto that cock and slowly moved that feline cock into her feline cunt. "Such a perfect match...mmmph." She mumbled happily. She still held Conan down so firmly, yet her furry fingers gently tickled his wrists.

"S-stop- t-this is rape! I don't wan-" uhnn. Conan didn't want to admit how good it felt. He felt those deep warm wet insides of Anger's cunt. She was right, it was such a perfect match that even his hips moved up and down with her movements.

"A girl raping a guy, how come you never hear about that, Anger?" Myu cut in with a chuckle. She didn't look up at them, she was too busy reading a book titled...well, the words were in a language no human could understand.

"Oh, I don't think it is rape- he's enjoying it just as much as I am." Anger responded. Her cunt muscled flexed and pushed that cock of Conan's up and down. Her own body moved up and down on him too, spreading that cum that Fear didn't get to. Anger didn't seem concerned about getting dirty; all she cared about was fun.

Conan wanted to deny how much he enjoyed it. Both his body, and even his own mind, liked it more and more the longer that cat cock of his was humped. Why? Why am I enjoying this?_He thought to himself. Even HE knew he shouldn't enjoy it as much as he was, and he heard his own mind answer him. _Because you love it, dummy! It sounded almost as if it wasn't even his mind, as if it belonged to something else. "W-what was...ugh." His tone shifted as he felt those balls tense up and his cock cum once more. He was amazed at, not only him cumming so quickly, but filled up just as fast. As he cummed, whiskers grew from his face and his eyes became slit like a felines own. There was a brief yellow flash in Conan's eyes as his eyes changed to resemble the other cats, and his ears shifted upwards and became triangular and pink, and his nose tiny.

Once he finished cumming, he panted, but reached up and felt his face- it felt just like a felines. Had he seen a mirror, it would have resembled Fear and Anger's own, except his own fur was pink. "Y-you keep changing me." He panted. His voice was still masculine, but he felt the inside of his mouth and felt sharp feline teeth- and a sandpaper tongue when he felt the roof of his mouth.

Anger was distracted for a moment, a moment of pure bliss- she moaned quietly and deeply as Conan came in her. She hugged him tightly once he finally did- her claws gently scratched his back and left, not scratch marks, but pink fur on Conan's back. She let go and grinned down at him. "Thanks...thanks for pointing it out, captain obvious." She wiggled herself on that cock before she pulled out- her own cunt dripped with Conan's cum. She got off of his bed and turned to Fear, whom had been watching this whole time. "Your turn."

"I- I couldn't..." Fear said quietly. "Not without you." She put her hands together and gently moved her fingers between each other. Unlike Anger, Fear barely had any cum on her.

"You can be creative. Look at him." Anger put her arm around Fear's shoulders and pointed to Conan with her other arm. "He's helpless. He's turning into the kitty of our dreams, just have fun with him in all kinds of sexual kinky ways to fill that mind of his with dirty thoughts."

Conan heard Anger and raised his head up. "Don't I get a say in this?!" he wished he could move, but he was out of wishes- he was helpless, that energy in his body was all directed at his crotch. His mind felt confused too- part of him would have loved nothing more than to have fun with that blue pussy of Fear's, and yet, he knew he shouldn't- it would just change him even more.

Anger rolled her eyes at Conan, and then looked over to Fear. "Would some cuffs against the bedposts help you feel better? That way we don't need magic to hold him down."

Fear nodded and turned to Myu briefly. "D-do you mind..." she slowly walked over to Conan and reached out her arms. Thankfully, Myu snapped her fingers and gave Fear cuffs- so Fear cuffed Conan's ankles to the bedposts, and wrists to the bedposts- she spread him out in a sort of X shape. "T-this should work." Fear said quietly. "Thanks." She got onto the bed right in between Conan's legs and sat not too far from his knees.

"Come on." Conan mumbled. At least he could feel himself move again- but now he was cuffed. He wiggled his hands and feet, but to no avail. He glanced down at Fear with a grimace. "So, what are you going to do, just stare at it all day?" He paused when he said that. He wasn't sure what made him say that in the first place- it was as if part of him wanted to encourage her to have fun with it, but he tried to push that in the back of his mind and say what he really wanted to say. "Cause you can just free me if you aren't going to do anything!" Conan finally managed to add.

Fear took a deep breath before her large paw feet reached over and along the sides of Conan's still unsheathed erect feline cock. "S-shut up." She said, though with a LOT of nervousness. "I want to see why people enjoy this weird stuff, so let me experiment." Her thick paw pads gently rubbed on Conan's feline shaft as her feet moved up and down. Her toes flexed and tickled Conan's shaft, while her arches gently pushed his sheath before they released, and then grabbed again. It was a pawjob of all things, a footjob pawjob- not that Fear seemed to be very good at it, though the cum Conan had from earlier and Anger's own cunt juices made his cock slick enough for her feet to rub up and down.

Anger couldn't help but let out a laugh as she watched. "Oh, you're SUCH a novice, but I can tell he already likes it." Anger wasn't really in to such things, but then again- if Conan cummed to a pawjob like that against his own will? Well, that would have just been downright humiliating for him. "Think you should dirty them up? I know some guys like that."

"Hell no!" Conan shouted in defense. Though his legs were tense and his cock throbbed and pulsed in Fear's paws. He didn't want to admit he liked it; at least part of him liked it and cried out in his mind for more. "Gah! Why are you enjoying this so much." He asked, although he asked himself more than he asked the catgirls.

"Cause you're becoming one of us." Fear said, quietly. Her toes flexed around the tip of his cock, just as precum began to leak once again from his feline shaft. "And the one you're becoming REALLY likes this stuff." Fear used that precum on her pawed feet to move faster. Her paws turned to the side and moved out a bit so her toes rubbed up and down his cock. Her toes gently flexed back and fourth while her arches slowly opened and closed around his shaft.

Conan wanted to deny it; he didn't want to give in. Sure, he liked girls, but he wasn't a foot fan at all, much less a paw fan. Despite what he thought, at least he tried to think, he heard his mind moan a girlish moan as his cock cummed once more, and did so quickly. Each pulse and pump of his cum changed Conan more- his chest began to develop spheres as tits formed, tits with fur so thin and white that the fur almost looked like it wasn't even there. The fur went down his belly all the way to his already feline crotch. His back developed thicker pink fur with purple stripes, as did his shoulders and his arms- from the waist up, he looked like a complete she, a catgirl, but his legs were still unchanged, and he lacked a tail. "Uhn..." his face was a bright pink from pure embarrassment, he cummed from paws on his cock- his cock that was still so hard and erect with cum on his belly, and now on Fears own toes. "W-why..."

Pussy fuck, clit fuck, foot fuck, anal fuck, I want it all! Conan's mind thought, with a girlish tone that was far from his own. "S-shut up..." he spoke aloud to his mind.

Lust is my name and fucking's my game! I love all kinds of sex, from oral to feet, always in heat! His mind went off again.

"It looks like he's wrestling with himself." Anger said with a chuckle. "Alright Fear, you had your fun, now my turn again!" She walked right over to the pair and hopped onto the bed once more. With Conan still cuffed? Well, Anger was free to do what she wanted. "Lesse, he had a footjob, vaginal...he needs anal!"

Fear nodded slowly at Anger. She didn't have to be told twice- she couldn't help but rub a toe in that cum of Conan's though and trace it up his body a bit before she stopped. "Alright." She said- she didn't look at Anger in the eyes when she spoke; her eyes just looked down as she hopped off the bed.

Anger moved right in front of Conan and grinned wickedly. "This should be the last good...position. Don't think we have quite the time for oral- besides, your cock just got touched with feet, I ain't going to lick that." She turned away from Conan and spread her ass. She laid right down on top of him with a thud, and pushed her ass down on Conan's feline cock.

"Why don't you...uhn...unchain me and I can make love better!" Conan paused. "I mean...so I can ram my cock and-GAH!" It was even hard to speak straight. His mind battled between two personalities, one who loved what was doing on, and one who absolutely loathed it. His feline cock was still so hard, it was still erect- sure there was cum everywhere on his crotch, but he couldn't deny how good it all felt- whether it was that hot cunt, those soft paw pads, or Anger's own ass cheeks. The longer it all went on, the longer he wanted more.

"Hehe. Maybe after this." Anger gave a wink and stuck out her tongue slightly, just as she pushed herself down and slid Conan's cock into her own asshole. Her paw toes curled lightly and she meowed at the sensations. "mmmppphh so good." She purred out. She slowly inched her way down and pushed Conan's cock deeper in her. She flexed her ass a few times as she pushed down, and that just added to the pleasure.

It already felt like too much to Conan. He had cummed so many times before. He felt his own body purr against his own will- he was already so much cat, and her meowing and purring just encouraged him to bring out more! He tried to move his hips back, but his body just 'reset' into place when he moved down or back, and it just thrust that cock deeper in Anger's own rear. His fingers clenched and small claws appeared from them as he moved up and down. He told himself it was to try to get out from her grasp, but in reality, his own body worked against him to hump and pump away at Anger's ass.

Fear watched with a small smile on her face as Anger and Conan had their fun. She did step back a bit over by Myu and kept her distance. She glanced down at Myu, whom was still reading some sort of book. "Aren't you...aren't you interested in watching?" she asked quietly.

Myu gave a simple wave of dismissal. Her eyes didn't even bother to look up from her book. "Maybe when he's done physically, I'll finish him up mentally."

"Yeah well, hopefully it's soon!" Anger called out as she pushed herself hard down Conan's feline cock, and she let out a loud meowing moan. "Cause it's boring when he HAS to be held down like this."

"Mentally?!" Conan already battled with something in his mind- is that what she meant? He didn't want to change like THAT. His new thoughts were like that of a nymphomaniac. At the same time, it was so hard to concentrate because of how good the sex felt. "Don't...change...meeeeow!" he moaned out as his cock came so quickly once again. As his cock humped and pumped his seed once more, the rest of the changes washed over his body. From head to toe he had pink fur- with white in the front largely on his chest, and his face. He had purple stripes on his back and he looked more like a she than ever before- in fact, he even BECAME a she, technically, when one pump of his seed opened up a small slit between his legs. Another pump and it opened wider and wider until a clit came out from it, effectively making him, a herm. His adam's apple also vanished into his body and raised his pitch to be that of a woman's. By the time he was done cumming, he panted heavily with that of a woman's own voice. "Wha...I'm...I'm..." she raised her head and looked at herself- well it was hard to see with Anger's body in the way, and her ass still on Conan's cock.

"Physically changed." Myu said in a casual tone. She closed her book and let it vanish in a puff of smoke. "But not mentally changed- at least not entirely. Free her up girls, I'll do the last remaining touches."

Both Anger and Fear didn't have to be told twice- whatever their major emotions might be, they uncuffed Conan from the bed. Fear was a bit more cautious and only uncuffed one, while Anger got the other three. Of course, Fear stepped back immediately, but Anger was more curious as to how Conan might react to finally being able to feel his, well her, body.

Conan leaned up and looked over her body. She yelped when she felt something that tickled her back and glanced back to see a large fluffy pink tail with purple stripes and a white puff at the end- she resembled Anger and Fear quite well, except her fur color was different, well and she had a feline cock that was still erect after it came...Conan couldn't even count that high, even though she was pretty confident that she used to be able to count higher than three. "I look like some kind of catgirl slut." She said with a pout- two feline fangs poked out from her upper purple lip.

"Well, that's one way to talk about your sisters." Myu commented with a shrug. She took a seat on the bed. "No biggie- time to fix you up mentally." She grinned and pulled off her own pants to reveal an equine cock between her legs- one that already slightly poked out from its sheath and revealed the flat equine head. "Care to pose sexually for me?"

"Why the hell...why would..." Conan wanted to resist. She could feel his body go against her desires, though. She leaned down on her side and put her hand on her head. Her supple chest showed off right in front of Myu, and her tail flickered lightly behind her. One leg held up high in the air while the other rested on the bed which helped fully expose that feline cock, and a bit of her cunt behind it. "W-why did I...stop this- stop changing me and controlling me!"

"Sugar, at this point it's your own vices that are controlling you. I have NO involvement." Myu raised her hands up and fingers spread, as if to prove a point. "You're just becoming that much of a slut. You need a proper name speaking of which...You already have Anger and Fear...how about Lust?"

"Y-yen...no!" Conan shouted. As much as her mind desired such a name, if only because of how much it rang true with how much of a certain thing she desired. Despite how she tried to shake her head and deny such a thing, she couldn't take her eyes off of that equine sheath. Neither Anger, nor Fear had a cock- and that new cunt of hers needed one so badly right now. "F-fuck you!"

"You said it, not me." Myu shrugged before she laid on the bed right next to Conan. She inched herself forward until she was right next to her, and then she gave Conan a deep kiss. Her arms wrapped around Conan's furry catgirl body, and that equine cock of hers rubbed on Conan's thighs.

"Not literal-MPH!" Conan was cut short by Myu's sudden kiss. That warm equine kiss...the feeling of her hide covered body- and that huge flat headed equine cock against her thighs. Conan's mind screamed for more, and Conan's resistance replied back in but a mere whisper. She wanted this, she truly wanted this- she wanted someone to break her in, and Myu, the one that gave her those catgirls, the one that changed her into a catgirl, should be the one to do it. With a lust filled meow/moan, Conan grinded that equine cock against her thighs, right to her feline cunt. It was a difficult fit, but she'd make it work. Her own feline cock rubbed against both Myu's, and Conan's own waist.

It was only after she slid the tip of that equine cock in her womanly folds that Conan pulled her head back. She panted with arousal while she tried to fight and hold onto what was left of her. "C-Conan...doesn't...doesn't like this." She shut her eyes and held onto Myu- Conan's claws unsheathed and scratched up against Myu's hide back.

"But you're not Conan anymore, are you?" Myu said with a grin. Of course Conan accepted her cock so easily- magic made it easy to screw anyone properly, no matter the size differences. "You're Lust. You're little more than a slutty catgirl. You live with your sisters, Anger and Fear, and you three are VERY happy together."

Conan's...no...Lust's mind was like putty in Myu's hands. Every thrust of that equine cock in her feline cunt made her moan in pleasure. It felt like a fog lifted from her mind, and with that fog- what was left of Conan went with it. "I...I understanyad!" she replied, with a heavy meow in her accent. She felt that feline cock of hers dribble with more of her seed. She didn't know how many times she cummed before, and she didn't care- she enjoyed sex, Footjobs, anal, blowjobs, vaginal, any and all kinds, she'd be happy with. With one happy meow, followed by one more orgasm, Conan was no more. All that remained was Lust- a pink catgirl who was all too happy with her sisters and the sisters that preferred cocks, just like Lust wished for. She lay back happily with her eyes rolled up, and her sandpaper tongue partially stuck out.

"Good girl." Myu replied- cumming right when Lust did. The pair held each other tightly during that time- Myu felt Lust's claws dig into her back, but it was just a sign of how much Lust truly loved it.

Of course, one Myu was finished; she chuckled at Lust's rather...interesting afterglow. "Guess you reached your limit, huh?" she said, with a quick kiss at Lust's chest. "We missed so many other forms of sex with you, but my times up- you're changed and clearly happy. You'll have fun with your sisters, enjoy." Myu slowly pulled her cock out of Lust's cunt, gave her a quick hug, and then she vanished in a puff of purple smoke. She wasn't one for big exits, just like she wasn't big on entrances, but she granted her wishes, it was time to go back into her lamp and wait, wait for the next person to find her...