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Author's Note: As mentioned before, this is not only the next chapter of Erotic Friction_, but the prologue to a new series: The Mendicant Priestess. From this point, Beryl will feature in that series, not in this one. (Yes, that means that if you want to see the sex scene between her and Mashara, you have to go over to that series once it starts.)_

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When Maria showed our guest in, he was understandably distracted. Maria could have that effect on people even before hir recent transformation. Now, shi stood about ten feet tall and wasn't so much built like a brick house as shi was built like a factory that made factories that made brick houses. Shi was incredibly stacked, but it only took a second for your eyes to flow past that to the phenomenal amounts of muscle supporting hir prodigious bust.

Hir lover - who'd been almost identical before their transformations - was equally distracting, albeit a few feet shorter. Seven feet of amazonian curves, it was clear shi had muscle, but that muscle was sleekly shaped into quite possibly the ultimate female form. Shi was also even more well endowed - both above and below - than anyone else in the room. (Although it must be admitted, hir loose, flowing silk robes made the lower endowment all but invisible.)

I can't begin to imagine what it must have been like for the poor fellow coming in. The lean doberman male goggled at us one at a time. It took a while for him to take his eyes off of Maria, and when he did, he got an eyeful of Haley's cleavage and exaggerated hourglass figure. When he finally wrenched his eyes away from hir, he spent a good thirty seconds staring at - and palpably lusting after - Sahara.

Then, eventually, his eyes made their way to the massive pile of red velvet cushions taking up the bulk of the floor. There, seated regally amidst the luxurious comfort, was myself: Easily twenty feet or more of well muscled, sexually potent zebra hermaphrodite. As things progressed, I'd found my mannerisms changing. As such, my eyes, heavy- lidded and eye-catchingly violet, tend to draw attention, helping to focus their lust on me.

He had a lot of it. From the emotions he was radiating, I was beginning to get a picture of what he had come for. (The others all assured me that as time went on, I would become much more skilled at this, making it far easier to grant boons or, should the need arise, deal out punishment.) He had recently broken up with his girlfriend, when her tastes for experimentation proved to be too much, too fast for him.

He'd come in search of Maria and Haley, who were much less overt in their forays into the weird and kinky, in hopes of a sympathy fuck. The more he thought about it, the more he found himself thinking about his girlfriend, and the interesting new thing she'd introduced him to, and he found himself wondering if perhaps Haley or Maria would try something closer to what he and his girlfriend had done with the zebra who used to live next... door...

I blinked. "Holy hyena scat," I swore. "John?"

He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, which were rapidly filling with his impression of me. It was very, very flattering, and I found myself responding to it. His eyes were drawn down by the motion of my rapidly engorging shaft. That's when things got ugly.

He stammered, raised his arms as if to ward off an attack, and turned to flee. This proved ineffectual, as both Haley and Maria blocked his exit.

"Interesting," Jianba said. "You know this mortal, Mashara?"

I nodded. "Sahara's ex-boyfriend. John, uh... I don't think I ever learned his last name." I leaned over and attempted to whisper conspiratorially in hir ear. "He's a damn good lay, though."

He blushed. "I, ah... I didn't know you were going to be here," he said.

I nodded. "That much is clear. It is rather fortunate that I am, though, isn't it?"

He frowned. "What do you mean?"

"I mean the images you've been obsessing on. The thought of fucking me while I fucked Sahara. The intensity of pleasure you experienced." I smiled. "Plus, there was the novel experience of being able to feel what sex felt like to a female. You haven't quite gotten over that, have you?"

He glared at me. "Fuck you," he snarled, then louder: "Fuck you! I didn't ask to be turned into a pervert, you sick bitch freak!"

The entire room gasped, except for me. I saw it coming, as much as the others didn't. I looked over at Sahara, who smirked. Shi'd known John longer than I, so it could be assumed shi knew more about what turned him on than even I would, with my ability to feel his lust caressing me from across the huge marble foyer.

"First of all, while I would be happy to oblige you in any way you like," I said, sitting up - and thereby towering over him, "I'm pretty sure my friends here might take offense to that. Secondly, nothing you have felt or done since we met could be considered perverted by anyone with a healthy outlook on sex."

"Bullshit," he muttered angrily.

I glared sternly at him. "Secondly, you are pissing me off. Trust me when I say that you do not want to piss off a twenty foot tall, physically powerful being with an almost limitless amount of magic at hir disposal."

He struggled against Maria and Haley. May as well try to fight against a black hole. Maria frog-marched him up to stand between my hooves. I shifted my weight slightly, deliberately exposing the folds of my sex to him as a distraction. The more aroused he was, the easier it would be to read him.

"Tell me what you want," I commanded, bringing my will to bear on him. Nobody told me I could do this, just as nobody told me about many of the other things I'd done prior to my still-ongoing education. Regardless, he was compelled to obey.

"I want it again," he said. "I want to feel that pleasure again. Nothing else has come close. I don't know what's missing, but whatever it is, I need it." He began to whimper. "I want to be like you all are. I want to have the best of both sides, and feel like that again."

I considered this. "No," I said finally. Maria lifted him by the collar of his shirt and his waistband, prepared to carry him back out. I motioned for her to put him down.

"Turning you into a hermaphrodite won't suddenly make all your sex good," I told him. "Even if I were to make you so sensitive the lightest breeze made you climax, it wouldn't give you what you want."

He nodded, hanging his head.

"Also, you called me a freak." He looked up at me, eyes widening. He was beginning to realize how much of a mistake he made. "I don't appreciate that, and I particularly don't want you blaming me for giving you exactly what you asked for." I glared at him, pondering what I could do to, or for, him. "Besides, you asked for it then, too. And then, when it was over, you dumped Sahara like a used newspaper. So no."

He tried to turn and leave again, but Maria hadn't released his collar. I could see the muscles flex in hir forearm as shi forcibly turned him to face me with one hand.

"Here is what I will do: I will give you the means to learn what it is made that night so special. The magic was only a part of it, after all. I will reform you into a form not of your choosing, but based on the desires of everyone else in the room, with one restriction. For the duration of your lesson, you will be female."

I leaned in closer, enjoying the way my shadow engulfed him. "Don't try to get that corrected," I warned. "Any attempt to do so will result in further changes being made, which I cannot guarantee will be to your liking. But you will remain female."

I had hit it. I could feel the conflict in his mind: in part, I would give him what I wanted, but only in part. He feared the loss of his masculinity. As I made the declaration, the others began thinking about what they would like to see in a female.

I was flattered that they all began to think of me. Even he began to picture himself looking like a female version of me. I waited, though, for more individual imagery to form.

It didn't take long.

"It's decided," I said.

I looked at him. "From your own thoughts, and because I have no wish to cause you any harm, I will ensure your form is physically fit. Not muscular, not as myself and Maria by any stretch of the imagination, but sleek and toned. You will be much stronger than you look, if only so that you can defend yourself. You will be unable to use that strength to harm another against their will, except in self- defense."

I looked over at Jianba. "Your taste for the exotic is interesting, Jianba," I admitted. "Although I must admit that fur in that particular shade of green is rather fetching."

From here, my gaze swept over to Sahara. "My gods," I said, "what is it with you and large breasts? Although I'm sure John will thank you for toning the image down to match the physique he'll have."

I could see the image in John's mind as he took in the information I provided, and was rather pleased to find that not only was his mental image beginning to match the form I would be giving him, but that the thought turned him on.

I looked at the cluster of water elementals that were dancing playfully in a fountain off to the side. I could have sworn that hadn't been there previously, and the fact that the fountain seemed in tribute to myself made me realize it was likely Jianba's handiwork. They - or rather it, as they shared a mind and could change gender at the drop of an innuendo - grinned up at me. All of them had the deep blue fur color Ninurta had shown in the shower, and through all of their coloration flowed the creamy white of my seed. Ninurta seemed to like the effect. "I had no idea," I said, "that you found flavor to be such an important focus of attraction. A subtle, sweet lime does suit the color, I agree."

John's arousal was still building, and I realized he was actually stroking himself as I continued, turning to Zephyr. "And a nice bubblegum scent, yes," I said. He blinked in confusion. It stood to reason scent would be a major factor for an air elemental, but I'm not sure he knew what she was, other than an oddly colored vixen.

"And lastly," I said... "My favorite guardians, who you came to see in the first place. It seems Maria likes the thought of you being petite. And Haley wants to taste the sweet nectar of your bosom." He reached up and stroked his chest with the paw that wasn't working his shaft.

"Does that suit you all?"

They all nodded, even John.

"Good," I said. "Ninurta, please help John enjoy his last time as a male for the duration of his education." I grinned. "Make sure he enjoys it, and make sure it lasts. I need to talk with the others."

* * * * *

As a small platoon of Ninurtas, all exaggeratedly female, carried the doberman off, the others gathered around me - including a Ninurta split off from the pack.

"Okay, guys," I said. "I need some serious talking here. I have no idea what came over me just now, and it kind of scares me."

Zephyr, being herself, just shrugged. "You are a goddess," she said, "and you were quite generous despite the insult. I would have made him a slave to his pleasure - given him exactly what he asked for but taken away his will to do anything other than pleasure any who asked for it."

I blinked. "You are a vicious bitch sometimes, Zephyr, did you know that?"

Jianba grinned. "I think you did marvelously. He isn't a bad person, and I think he will not only learn from this, but enjoy it as well."

Sahara nodded. "It's true," shi said. "In fact, all of the kinky things I did with him, he proposed. I don't make a habit of pushing peoples' boundaries. I can't wait to see the new John."

Maria and Haley just shrugged. Haley looked at Maria, who said, "As far as we're concerned, anything you do is fine by us. We're your guardians, not your conscience."

I frowned. "I need you to be my conscience. All of you. Being Mashara-The-Almighty or whatever kind of just took over, and I don't want to be some kind of evil despot or anything."

Ninurta smiled, flowing up my body to press herself against my cheek in a hug. "Then you won't be. The 'goddess' aspect of being a succubus really is an offshoot of your own personality. Trust us."

I nodded. "Okay. In that case, Ninurta, I need you to do me a favor."

"What's that?"

"First off, how's our friend doing in the other room?"

She giggled. "Exceptionally well. He's got an insane amount of endurance, and he's ready to go almost immediately after he finishes. He's been asking me to do some interesting things to him, too."

I grinned. "Well, the endurance and recovery are my fault," I admitted, "since I wanted to make sure we'd be uninterrupted. Anyway, what I need to do is reshape you to match what he'll be turning into, so we can give him a sneak preview. Up for that?"

She laughed. "So you want me to change shape out here, then when we've got it just right, change shape in there so he can se what's in store?"

"Exactly. To start with, he's going to be a lovely little filly now, so let's start with that, shall we?"

Ninurta's body flowed like the liquid it actually was, and soon I was looking at a mare that was, even without taking into account the unique fur coloration, uniquely her.

"Next, I need you to make the breasts bigger. Just go a little at a time until I say stop."

It took some focus not to become aroused by the transforming elemental, as her bust slowly began to swell. I stopped her somewhere between an F and a G cup. "Firmer, please," I said, and was rewarded by a massive enhancement in her attraciveness. "Perfect. I want her to look her best whether or not she chooses to wear a bra. Now the height. This is important: While I want you to make yourself smaller overall, you've got the breasts exactly right, so keep them that size while you make yourself shrink." She started to close her eyes, but I held up a finger. "First, though, I need you to head over by Haley for a size comparison. Right now, you're just a doll on my shoulder, and it's hard to tell."

She drifted down to Haley, and began to get smaller. My arousal continued to build - this was good, I realized, as it would help make it easier to cast my spell on John when the time came. The slow speed, combined with her breasts not changing size, made them appear to be growing still further. I stopped her when the tips of her ears just barely reached the height of Haley's nipples.

"Great," I said. "All that's left is the color, scent, and flavor - if you can do those."

She laughed. Her body immediately took on a green tinge, which I talked her through changing the shade of until she reached a pale forest green. "Great," I said. "Now I need you to make the mane and tail darker and richer. A nice dark hunter green."

She complied immediately. "Now the details. Widen the hips a little. A little more. Now trim the wait up a bit. Great. I think the arms and legs need just a bit more meat on them. Whoa! Not quite that much. Perfect."

I frowned. "I'd really like to see his reaction when you show him what's in store," I said, and she laughed.

"Easily done, Mashara my love," she purred. She gestured towards the fountain, where the water rose up in a sheet, which began to shimmer with reds, blues, blacks, and greens. After a moment, the colors resolved into an image of a bedroom, where John was being licked, caressed, and fondled by four Ninurta clones.

Under my direction, three of them held him down while the fourth one stood before him. He chuckled. "Oh, going to do some bondage, are we?"

"If you like," Ninurta said for me. "First, though, I need you to look at me." The three holding him raised him to a reclined sitting position. He nestled his head between the breasts of one, while the other two held his arms. He opened his eyes.

"I want you to see your future," she said. He blinked and swallowed hard. His arousal began to fade, and I stopped Ninurta from coaxing him back to full attention. I wanted his honest reaction to the form she would take.

Slowly, she began to reshape. While overall, she got smaller, her breasts began to swell. Unseen by John, the other three Ninurtas in the room did the same. As they became more sleek and feminine, albeit with decidedly less sleek bustlines, his waning arousal grew. Boy, did it grow.

By the time she finished, he was very eager to continue their lovemaking, and was already showing signs of changing his attitude towards sexuality and sensuality, waiting for her to make the first move. Asking, rather than telling.

As turned on as he was, it was only a matter of moments before he began to climax. As he did so, I reached out with my power and enhanced both his pleasure and Ninurta's. I increased the duration and output of his climax, and Ninurta, for her part, took in the extra fluid and used it to enhance her mass. She took in the two clones on either side as well, reshaping and recoloring herself until she looked like a female version of me.

As she came down from her climax, I kept his going and building while I set to work reshaping him. Between Ninurta's powerful thighs, his body became more slender. His shaft, buried deep in her wet folds began to shrink.

I set to work recoloring his fur and reshaping his muzzle into the dainty equine form it would take. Next came the mane and tail, both long, flowing, and lustrous.

Finally, as the rest of her body was finished - and quite attractive as it was - I set about granting the enhanced bosom her form deserved. It was fascinating, and incredibly arousing, to watch as her chest blossomed. First small swells of flesh began beneath her still-masculine nipples. Then the nipples themselves began to swell with her burgeoning bosom.

As her breasts swelled larger, Ninurta took it upon herself to begin stroking the newly-made mare's sex. I knew from experience that despite the size of her finger, the fluid nature of her body allowed her to stroke every sensitive nerve. The sensation of John's pleasure flooded into me, and I immediately clamped down on the stream of power, preventing it from pouring into the spell.

As a result, I'm sure no one there was surprised when I began growing again. Nor, do I think, was anyone disappointed. When I finished changing the formerly male John into the mint-colored mare she now was, I was not only a good nine feet taller. I was as turned on as I'd ever been.

"Bring her out here," I instructed.

The mare stood before me, licking her muzzle at the sight of me. I knew that not only was I almost half again as tall as I had been, but that her reduced size made that growth seem even greater. She was focused, however, on one thing: my penis. Long and hard, and practically drooling precum, it riveted her attention.

"Wha..." She swallowed, then tried again. "What do you want now?" she asked.

I smiled. "Please don't act like I am treating you horribly," I said. "I have granted you a secret wish you have had for years. I am also giving you the opportunity to earn even more."

She blushed, the mint green of her fur darkening. I didn't realize I'd given her that ability, but I liked it. It made her even easier to read, without relying on my emotion sense. "I didn't realize anyone knew," she said.

"You can't hide anything from me, dear. As you are not a bad person at heart, I will ensure that you are provided for. In one year, or when you can prove you have learned your lesson, you may return and have any form you wish bestowed upon you."

She frowned. "That's a long time," she said.

I nodded. "It is. However, you will find that the more you enjoy yourself, the faster it will go. I advise you find ways to enjoy yourself."

Her frown deepened. "How can I? I can't go back to work or school. You've cut me off from my entire life."

I shook my head. "You will be provided for. Any time you like, you can call me, and I will send you anything you require or request. If you ask nicely, I may even grant wishes for yourself or others. Provided, of course, those wishes do not involve changing who you have become."

"And what do you want in return for this?"

I smiled. "Nothing more or less than you to enjoy yourself. Have fun. Anything you want to do to give yourself or others pleasure, do it with my blessing. However, mind that I will not tolerate assault either by you or on you."

She gasped. "I would never--!"

I shook my head. "Pleasure can be addictive," I said. "You are a great deal stronger than you appear. Should you find yourself lacking in control, and wanting to take one who is unwilling, let me know immediately. I will help. If you do not do so, and you force yourself on anyone - even if they seem to enjoy it at the time or afterwards - I will know, and you will be punished."

She nodded.

"Also, if you find that your strength is not enough to defend yourself, again let me know. Any harm upon you will be visited on your attackers fivefold. You are precious to me as you are, and I will not have you soiled by those you do not want."

She nodded again. "I have something to ask," she said.

I nodded. "By all means," I said. "Sorry if I got a bit haughty there. It's kind of a compulsion."

"I need a name," she said. "Not just something to call myself, but an identity. I'm not John anymore, not for now at least. I certainly don't look like one. And I don't want to just be called 'Jane' or something. A real name for a real person, you know?"

I blinked. I hadn't thought of that. I was still thinking her as John, when I thought of her name at all.

"Beryl," said Jianba. "To match her color."

I nodded. "Beryl, and for a last name..."

Maria grinned. "Hell," shi said. "I'll adopt her as a sister. She can be Beryl Lavinne." She beamed down at Beryl. "And if you like, when this is over, you can join us here. I think that's what Mashara had in mind from the start anyway."

I laughed. "That's a lovely name," I said. "And if you are going to join us here when your journey is over, I have one more favor to grant you - apart from sponsorship."

"Wh-what's that?"

I licked my lips, admiring what I had created. "I can tell you're eager to try out your new body. You may choose any partner here who will have you - and I think you'll find that will be any of us - or all of us. One at a time, in pairs, all at once... your choice."

She grinned. "In that case," she said, "I think I'll start with you. I've never quite gotten over how good you are."

It was my turn to blush, now - something I hadn't done in a while. Before standing up to approach my newest disciple, I began to channel energy from my body, so that I would be small enough for her to even try accomodating me. She would find, eventually, that in her new body there was no such thing as "too large."