Menagerie, Chapter 1
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Menagerie, Chapter 1
By William W. Kelso
I met Samantha on an online chat site for people with interests that most 'normal' people would consider 'strange' or 'weird'. In other words I was what they called a Furry, which is often stereotyped and misunderstood. I guess you could call a sexual fetish, but it was pretty harmless compared to a lot of others. Basically Furries like to dress up like anthro-animals (part human-part animal) and/or totally mythical beasts. Dragons, aliens, Wyverns, etc., whatever their favorite critter might be. Sometimes for sex, more often just for fun and to fantasize about being something else. And no, we don't kidnap babies and eat them; at least no so far as I know. But in my case I was a 'Scaly' as I liked things with scales, snakes, dragons, reptiles, etc. My 'fursona' was a raptor dinosaur. So I guess in a way what happened to me fulfilled a fantasy, but certainly not in a way I had ever envisioned.
Samantha seemed to be everything I'd ever dreamed and fantasized about. Her 'fursona' was a dragoness. We liked some of the same artwork and stories on some Furry sites, and emailed back and forth a few times. Then out of the blue she said she'd like to meet me, in person, to discuss our mutual 'interests'. I fell for it, hook, line, and seeker. When she reeled me in I didn't even struggle. That is, at least not at first.
Samantha was quite delighted with her most recent online contact. Fairly young, male, and better yet, no close family. In other words, if he disappeared there wouldn't be much of an outcry, after all thousands of people vanish without a trace every year. Just walk off the face of the earth, some literally. And it was so easy; she had found sexual fetish sites; and others, to be a prime hunting ground for the gullible victims she preyed on. She didn't really see her victims as human anymore, no more than a crocodile or lion would see their prey. Being what she was now mercy and compassion were mere concepts to her, quaint and amusing. Not that she was truly evil, she did not kill or torture, it's just that she didn't care. She sent the man a few fairly 'risqué' photos of her and he would soon be hers. Mind, body (literally) and soul.
Most humans have no idea what is really going on under the surface of 'normal reality', none at all. If they did there would be mass panic if they realized they are not at the top of the food chain after all. But those who prey on them are very careful not to be seen and take great pains to remain unknown and unnoticed for their survival depends on it. She herself was a good example seeing as she was an accomplished witch; or sorceress if you prefer, and was over 400 years old. Her patroness was a demi-God/demoness named Circe who had been around causing trouble for quite some time. In reward for loyalty and binding your soul to her service she gave the usual rewards. Youth, longevity, magical powers, and in addition some other rather fun powers, and in return you provided her with certain things she wanted, and eventually your soul. But usually by then you were no longer human yourself, and became another demoness; or demon, in her service. Samantha herself was no longer quite human by now, though in appearance she was a beautiful voluptuous woman who looked to be about thirty years old, tops. Physically she was beautiful, her soul was not so pretty.
One of her main powers was that of transformation, that is taking on the form of animals, or giving the form of animals to others, usually against their will. She was able to do this through the use of potions that she had; literally, sold her soul for the power and knowledge to create. The main ingredient for her potions was demon cum, very hard, and very dangerous, to get. She could change herself back to her human form, but usually her victims were never given that option. She made quite a good living selling transformed humans to other magic users, or to regular people. She could leave them with their human awareness and intelligence, or give them the minds of the animals whose bodies they wore. Most became the intelligent animal slaves of other magic users though as they were worth much more. Their uses were quite varied. Some were kept as mounts, horses, mules, ponies, etc. Others were bodyguards, wolves, tigers, etc. Some even became the familiars of other practitioners of the arts. Those types of familiars were basically slaves since they were not the type created from nothing using a part of their master; or mistress's, soul. And of course some for breeding such as sheep, goats, cows, etc. Some were just kept as amusing pets. Every so often a witch, warlock, or other magic user, would have her transform a rival so they could keep their formal opponent as a pet. And then there were the 'special' ones; her own personal favorites, and a specialty of hers. Those were the ones that could be can transformed back and forth from animal to partly human form at the will of their owners only, they themselves had no control over their forms. Very expensive as the spell involved was much more complicated and difficult to cast and/or make a potion for. These were used mainly for bodyguards, but had other uses as well, such as sexual pleasure which was Samantha's favorite.
She would spend a year or two rounding up 'livestock' to be sold in a yearly auction at a joint meeting of many covens, circles, and other magic user organizations and cults. It was very secret, very well warded, and 'by invitation only'. Try to crash the event and you usually ended up on the auction block to be sold with the rest of the stock. And no, it really isn't slavery in the strictest sense, you have to be human to be a slave, and the poor creatures offered for sale could no longer be mistaken for anything other than animals or beasts, and many no longer remembered their once human lives or identities. A slave that doesn't know it's a slave is the best kind.
I could hardly wait to meet her; she was the girl of my dreams, including wet ones. Not only was she a Furry, but she liked dragons which were one of my favorites too, and she was beautiful. She sent me a few photos of herself in a partial dragon suit that didn't do much to cover up the more important bits. I sent her a couple photos of me, including a few in my rather cheesy homemade raptor suit. The head wasn't too bad as I'd bought it online, but the rest looked like a Barney the dinosaur knock-off. It was OK though. There was a Furmeet a short distance from where she lived; or so she claimed, so we arranged to meet first, and then go to the meet together. It was my first one in several years, and I was dying to try out my suit and meet the lovely 'dragoness'. Instead of staying at the hotel she suggested I stay at her house as it was only a fairly short distance away. She lived alone and would 'appreciate the company'. Like I said, hook, line, and sinker.
When I hit town we met at a Denny's and had lunch, and she was honestly the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. Not that she was Sophia Loren or Bridget Bardot beautiful, her beauty was more of an earthy voluptuousness. Her nose was a little too big, her hair was kind of mousy, and she had a LOT freckles, but her incredible body, bright eyes, and seeming humor more than made up for her perceived so-called faults according to societies social standard of 'perfection', which to me was unrealistic anyway. But I should have known better, there was no way such a beautiful woman should have been interested in a loser like me.
Samantha was pleased when she met her latest 'boyfriend'. He wasn't exactly young, or a stud, but he was healthy. In short he was exactly what she was looking for, a perfect 'candidate' for what she called her 'menagerie'. Plus it was so easy; he was almost drooling all over her, his lust and desire so evident it was almost pitiful. For just such an 'occasion' as this Samantha maintained a small house in town, but it actually belonged to her circle of fellow magic users; they all helped with the rent and expenses. It was fairly secluded and very useful for their purposes. She had had it reserved for the weekend. In addition to her present 'candidate' she was planning on meeting another one later tonight; one Saturday, and yet another Sunday. She seldom increased her 'stock' by so many in such a limited period of time, but the Furmeet was too good an opportunity to pass up. But she needed to act fast; she was due to meet her next 'candidate' in six hours. She needed to be through with the current one by then.
"You know Ron; I'd love to show you my house. I need to pick up my suit anyway, and the meet doesn't really get started until later in the afternoon. We can help each other get...dressed."
I was almost giddy when we left the restaurant; it was like my wildest dreams were coming true! She was beautiful, she was a Furry, and she'd invited me back to her house! What could go wrong? You have no idea.
When we arrived I was impressed, the house was small, but very nice. It was on a large lot in an 'old-money' part of town, and was blocked from view by a truly amazing hedge and trees. We pulled around in the rear and parked in an old carriage house that had been converted into a garage and servants quarters. As we entered the main house we were greeted by a large black cat that creeped me out. It circled Samantha's legs purring, but ignored me.
"Hello Mandy my dear, Samantha said, did my pussy miss me?"
I almost let out a snigger when she said that. She showed me into a nice den or parlor, it was furnished with older; but very nice, comfortable furniture and easy chairs, no two alike. It had that 'old but nice' kind of feel to it. Then she told me to,
"Wait here while I get us a drink, I don't know about you but I'm thirsty."
While I waited that creepy cat came and sat at my feet and stared at me with its brilliant green eyes, I swore it was trying to tell me something. But I didn't listen. Instead I did my best to ignore it.
Once she reached the kitchen Samantha fixed two large glasses of iced tea. Then she took a small case of glass vials out of her purse, and opening it looked at the contents thoughtfully. Hmm, which one? She thought. She kind of liked to match the forms she chose for her 'menagerie' based somewhat on their personalities and likes. She finally chose one; looking at it with a smile, perfect! It wasn't one she used very often as it was a little harder to make, but she was in a playful mood. It would be the first time she'd created a form like this before and it should be interesting. Then she emptied the vial into one of the glasses of tea, and the dark fluid swirled and vanished into the brown liquid. She stirred the glass with a tinkling of ice, added a wedge of lemon, and was ready for the first step. This was always so much fun!!
The cat left in a hurry when Samantha showed up, and I took the glass of tea with a 'thank you' and took a big swallow. It was good, crisp and cold, if a little sweeter then I would have preferred.
"Mmm, this is good tea!" I said.
Samantha smiled at the compliment, "I added a little secret ingredient of my own, I'm glad you like it." She replied.
We talked for awhile as we drank the tea, and when the glasses were empty she collected them, and said.
"Wait here, I'm going to change into my suit. I want to see what you think. You get your suit too, I want to see it."
So I got my suit out; but not wanting to change in a living room I sat and waited, fidgeting. That annoying cat came back and stared at me again, but I ignored it. Then I heard Samantha say from the hallway;
"Well, are you ready?"
Was I! "Sure!" I replied.
When she stepped into the room I think my jaw hit the floor, and I quickly crossed my legs so she wouldn't see that part of my reaction. She was wearing the sexiest outfit I'd ever seen, fur suit or otherwise. Not that she was naked, but she might as well have been.
She was wearing her 'black dragoness' fur suit. I'd already seen the head and clawed gloves in the photos she'd sent me. The head was a form fitting one that fitted the top part of her head so she could see, with horns and a long fang filled snout. It was realistic in the extreme; whoever made it did a fantastic job. But I wasn't paying all that much attention to the head. She was wearing a sheer black body stocking on which black scales of various shapes and sizes had been sewn, but not everywhere. Most were on the arms, legs, and back, with a scattering over the torso. The gloves and boots were extremely realistic as well, and a long slender tail hung down behind her. What got my attention though were her full firm breasts pressing tightly against the body stocking, her nipples clearly visible, and her pussy was fully exposed as the 'yiffing' port; or seam, was wide open, her mound pushing through and the pink of her lips showing. Of course I just assumed she wasn't aware of that; stupid me. But I most certainly was, which was of course the whole idea. I just stared and tried not to drool.
Samantha smiled behind the dragoness mask she wore, if the man got any hornier his pants would burst, and she could smell his lust, and her own lust was growing as well. She loved the response her body caused in males, and that response just fueled her own lust. She was very much aware her sex was exposed, it was quite intentional on her part. And since she wanted him to know that, she reached down and rubbed her mound and the look on his face was priceless.
When she started rubbing her pussy I think my tongue followed my jaw to hit the floor next. It was the most erotic, sexy, thing I'd ever seen. I was no virgin, I'd had my share of luck with the opposite sex, but none of them had ever done anything like this. The fact she was 'dressed' made it even more arousing. Her damn suit was so realistic it was amazing. As she turned to leave the room my heart skipped a beat when she beckoned with a clawed finger, and said,
"I'm glad you like my suit, but I'd like you to take a closer look, the bedrooms this way."
"Wha...what about my suit?" I stammered.
Samantha made a hissing sound, "Jusst bring the head, we won't need the resst."
As her suits tail disappeared around the doorframe I lurched to my feet almost drunk with lust; the potion she'd given me was kicking in, and followed in a daze of constantly growing arousal. I had never been so horny before, or so hard, my cock was throbbing so much it was almost painful. I almost forgot to take the head of my own fur suit.
Samantha entered the bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling the suits tail up and out of the way, letting it lie on the bed behind her. She'd never seduced a man dressed in a costume before, and this was really adding a new kind of excitement to it. Despite the fact she felt no love for the man; and was doing this for personal gain, didn't mean she wouldn't enjoy the sex. She would, very much. She knew the man would too, at least at first. But she would enjoy it very much indeed, until the very end. As the man came in the door she leaned back with her legs open just enough for him to get a good view, and said,
"You know Ron, I want to make sure the Yiffing ports in my suit work; will you help me make sure?"
Basically what she'd just asked me was "Please fuck me", and I guarantee no normal man would have turned that invitation, not in a million years.
I just stared at first, I couldn't help it, but then I came to my senses and started to walk over to the bed, but she held her hand up in a 'halt' gesture, and said,
"Take off your clothes and put on your suit's head, I want to watch." Then she leaned back and spread her legs a little more.
Well, I'd never stripped in front of a woman before, but I didn't hesitate at all. She seemed to know what she wanted, and I sure as hell did. I took off my clothes, a little bit self conscious as I didn't exactly have a ripped body, but I was in pretty decent condition overall. I had a little bit of a paunch, but not too bad. Soon I was naked, my intentions obvious as I was rock hard and rampant, almost painfully so.
"Now the massk." Samantha hissed.
My suit head was a pretty nice one, but was definitely second rate compared to her suit's head. I'd have to remember to ask her where she'd gotten her suit, I thought.
"Mmmm, Samantha said, come here my handsome lizard; your dragoness is 'horny'. Hissssss!"
Oh, 'horny' I get it, ha-ha, I thought. I felt just a little bit stupid in the mask, frankly I would have liked to have had the whole suit on, but I wasn't about to waste any more time. She patted the bed next to her, so I hopped up on it and she scooted back, keeping her 'tail' out of the way. I guess because we both had masks on there wasn't much of the usual kissing and 'petting', we pretty much 'got on the job' right away. She fondled my balls and I rubbed her breasts through the sheer body stocking and felt her nipples grow hard, they were nice and big and pushed against the stocking which molded itself to them. By this time I couldn' wait any longer, and when I straddled her she spread her legs so I could kneel between them, and I lowered myself on to her. I wasn't small; my best feature I thought, and when I felt the head of my penis press against her moist sex I lunged in, and with steady thrusts soon hilted, and it was the best sex I'd ever had. She was hot and slick, and arched herself under me to help me penetrate as deeply as possible, and while I fucked her she locked her legs around my waist. Her mask muffled her cries of pleasure and made them sound more animal like, which really was a turn on, and my own moans and gasps were distorted by my own mask. Frankly by this time I'd rather have not had the masks on as they got in the way, and I wanted to kiss her and nibble her breasts, but had to be content with kneading and fondling them. As horny and hard up as I was I was surprised I didn't climax sooner, but glad too. I didn't want that fantastic pleasure to ever stop, and thrust as hard and as fast as I could, grunting and gasping for breath inside the stifling mask. She bucked and heaved under me, and tore at me with her damn clawed gloves and actually scratched my back pretty deeply, but I just gave another grunt and kept desperately fucking her. And finally I felt my orgasm approaching; a building tingling and pressure in my cock and balls as the pleasure became unbearable, and when I climaxed had an incredibly pleasurable and painful orgasm that was agonizing ecstasy. And I came and came; it felt like I'd pumped a pint of cum into her. I didn't know it then, but I'd just completely drained my balls of their human seed as my orgasm triggered the spell, and it started to take effect. My life as a human was over, and my new one was just starting.
Samantha fondled the man's rather nice balls and was glad he had a fairly decent sized cock, she hated pencil dicks. The feeling of his hands on her breasts and nipples through her suit was lovely, the feel of the silky material against her engorged nipples made her moan in pleasure. But enough 'petting', she wanted him inside of her, and he was only too glad to comply with her wishes, and in fact was most enthusiastic, she noted with approval as he mounted her. She loved an energetic 'lover', she enjoyed rough sex, the harder and faster she was fucked the better. Of course the powerful aphrodisiac in the potion had something to do with it as well. And he was a very nice fuck, he serviced her good and hard, his orgasm delayed by the potion, another nice little side effect. He humped her for almost an hour nonstop as she arched herself to give him a better angle, and when he came his cock pulsed like a hose, and he filled her to overflowing as cum squirted out from around his shaft as he kept thrusting, and as he climaxed he gave an almost shrill scream of pain and pleasure. As usual the feeling of his hot seed pouring into her triggered her own orgasm, and she gave a deep gasping squeal as it washed over her, wave after wave cresting and fading to be replaced by another. As his spurts weakened, and finally stopped with a final throb of his cock, she gave a sigh of pleasure. That had been nice. But now the real fun begins. She tightened her legs around his waist and gripped him around his shoulders with her arms. He would start struggling soon, but another side effect of the potion; an intentional one, was he would be very weak for awhile, his body weakened and exhausted by the process.
I lay on top of Samantha gasping for breath. Oh God, that had been fantastic! I'd never felt so, well, satisfied before. I lay there spent and happy, my rock hard erection still inside of her. She shifted under me, and hugged me to her even closer than before. Then I was surprised to find my lust returning, even stronger then before, it had an intensity I'd never felt before. With a grunt I thrust into her again, then again, and started fucking her again. I was usually good for two or three times, but not so close together. At first I attributed it to the fact she was the best lay I'd ever had. But as I fucked her my body began to tremble and I felt painful spasms clench in my legs and lower back, and I threw my head back and gasped in pain as they slowly got worse. I felt a ripple of pain run up my spine, and my head exploded in a horrible pounding headache. Oh God, I thought, I'm having a heart attack!
"Samantha, I choked out, something's wrong, let me go!"
But her only response was to moan and clasp me even tighter. Despite the growing pleasure in my cock; I wasn't sore at all, I was panicking. The horrible muscular spasms and cramps were getting worse, much worse, and I felt hot and my skin itched and burned, my insides churning from a growing nausea. My spine rippled again, I could actually FEEL the bones shifting and changing, and felt a growing bulge push out and slide down my rear and I felt my ass cheeks merging with it!
"Samantha, Please, let me go! Something's wrong, please!! It hurts!" I gasped and begged.
Samantha hugged the man was hard as she could, and even as he changed he kept fucking her, and it was fantastic. She could feel his cock changing as well, feel it lengthening and thickening, and felt another sensation as well as another growing hardness pushed at her crotch. At the same time the feeling of his balls slapping against her thighs dwindled and faded, which was too bad. She shifted her feet on the small of his back as his growing tail pushed out. He was frantic now, but she held on with a strong firm grip.
Desperately I struggled, but I was in agony, my efforts uncoordinated and spastic as a result of the still growing pain and feeling of...wrongness. I knew by then it wasn't a heart attack, but I also knew what was happening hurt like hell, and gave a shriek as I felt my fingers and toes suddenly twist and squirm, it felt like they were being crushed.
"Samatha, pleeaassseeee help me!" I sobbed.
I was having trouble breathing inside the increasingly confining mask, it felt like it was getting tighter, and I couldn't see what was happening as my eyesight was limited to a view to one side as Samantha clasped me to her breasts, my feeble struggles useless. The horrible pain in my hands and feet began to fade, but the itching and burning spreading across my body intensified to point I thought I'd go insane from the need to scratch and tear at my own skin. My spine suddenly spasmed again and I felt it push through the skin on my back, felt my skin actually tearing!
"Eaaaaarrrrrggggghhhhhhhhh!" I screamed through my clenched jaws, tears pouring from my eyes.
Samantha kept holding on, her close tight grip keeping the writhing and squirming man pinned. His struggles had become weaker and he was mewling and sobbing from the pain, completely helpless now. But still he kept fucking her, unable to stop in response to his horrible lust. Soon, she thought, soon. She moaned in pleasure as his thrusts sped up as he desperately lunged into her.
As the pain lessened a little I felt a renewal of lust, and gasping began to thrust as hard and as fast as I could into Samathans soft slick sex, but while the pleasure was incredible; and I could feel another orgasm building, it felt, well, strange. And there was another strange feeling as well. I could feel my cock thrusting into her, but at the same time I felt another hardness that wasn't inside of her, and it was just as hard and aching for release. What, I thought, is happening to meeeeee!?! But then the pain returned tenfold, and I gave another squealing scream as I climaxed again, and the pain and pleasure overwhelmed me and everything went dark.
Samatha arched and bucked under the increasingly powerful thrusts of her 'lover', the hardness filling her giving her fantastic pleasure, and when he climaxed she gave a scream of her own as she had an even more intense and enjoyable orgasm then the first one. When she finally came down from her sexual high she realized he was a dead weight now, limp and unresponsive. But she could feel his heart beating against her breast, and hear his raspy labored breathing. She was relieved, it was rare, but sometimes they died, their bodies unable to endure the pain, either that or refusing to accept the impossibility of what was happening and resisting too much. Some mortals were stronger than others. But the worst was over for now. With a grunt she rolled him off of her, his still hard erection sliding free followed by a flow of thick sticky cum.
She looked down at the creature lying on its side next to her. It wasn't fully formed yet, but was well on the way. As a general rule once the initial major changes had finished the lesser ones took about twenty-four hours, give or take an hour or two. He'd remain unconscious for awhile though, his body and minds reaction to the trauma it had experienced so far. She ran a hand across his skin which was now a mixture of still human skin and bluish-grey colored pebbled hide. His tail was about four feet long, but would get longer, and the short spines running down his spine looked sharp. She examined one of his hands, the fingers now much longer and tipped with nasty looking claws; as were his toes, and the difference between them was less obvious, especially the feet. She gently stroked his now thicker neck and he gave a hissing moan. She tried to pull the stupid mask off his head, but it was stuck tight. Evidently his head had changed to the point the mask was now much tighter fitting. Well, she'd take care of that problem later. She ran her hand over the strange pouch like fold of tough skin between his legs, there no longer being any sign of his genitals except for a bulge where his balls had been, they were still there, but were now inside of him along with his twin penises.
"Well my lovely, you certainly are turning out nicely", Samantha said as she kept inspecting her most recent 'livestock' acquisition, "I wonder which was more pleasurable, your last orgasm as a man, or your first as a reptile?"
Samantha stripped out of her dragoness suit and put on some jeans and other everyday clothes. Next she picked up the still unconscious lizard/man fairly easily, she was much stronger then she looked, another side benefit of her chosen 'profession'. She carried him into the large kitchen of the old house, and going to what looked like a thermostat punched in a code, and the huge freezer slowly swung away from the wall with a hum. She entered the revealed passage and walked down the brick stairway into the old cellar. It had been extensively modified over the years by her circle, and it included cells that would hold a demonkind, as they had more than once. She entered one, and let the limp figure she was carrying fall to the old mattress that was the only furnishing in the Spartan cell. Other than a sink and toilet there was nothing else. There were staples and loops set into the wall for any chains or other restraints that might be needed, but none were required in this case. He would be quite cooperative after the next step.
She walked over to a cabinet against one wall, and speaking softly cancelled the wards on it, and opening it removed what looked like a collar, which is what it was, in a way. It appeared to be made from black velvet embroidered with arcane symbols or sigils of some kind. She took it to the cell and put it around the neck of her latest victim, and invoked the spell it contained with a few passes of her hand and a short chant in a language dead for thousands of years. The 'collar' glowed faintly, and the velvet disappeared leaving the glowing symbols, which slowly sank into the giant lizard's skin and vanished. The spell of binding finished Samantha got up, closed the cell door and bolted it, and left to attend to other matters. She had another 'candidate' to meet in a couple of hours. In the meantime she pretty much forgot about the thing in the cell.
Mandy waited until the sorceress had left, then went down into the cellar. It was allowed since she was the house guardian, and it was part of the house. She didn't go down there very often though, too many bad; and terrifying, memories. She didn't use the secret entrance, in her cat form she had other ways of getting around. She assumed her partial human form and went to the cell door, and looked through the small barred window at the figure lying on the mattress. She gave a sad sigh when she saw him, a reptile, the poor bastard.
It had been close to a hundred years since Samantha had transformed her. She didn't mind the not aging and staying young part, it was the rest that sucked. The first few years had been the worst, getting used to living as basically an animal, but it never got 'fun'. She had been 'created' for the sole purpose of guarding and defending this house for the Circle. It was years of boredom with a few moments of excitement and; usually, terror. The most recent had been when a burglar had broken in, but in that case she'd actually had fun as she'd chased the poor scared to death man around for awhile, and played with him before letting him go. If he ever reported the 'demon cat woman' to the police they must not have believed him as no cops came to check up on it. It was the sending's from other magic users that were the worst. But being a guardian she was very powerful and had fought them all off. Her owners had been very pleased with her 'dedication to duty', but fuck them, she'd done it because she had no choice, and to save her own tail. She looked at the twitching and moaning creature again, but knowing he'd be out of it for awhile yet left to take care of a few things. She'd come back later. It would be nice to have company, even if it was only for a few days.
Awareness came back slowly, and in stages. I would start to wake up, then drift off again, but each time became a little more awake and aware until finally the darkness left and I realized I was lying on something soft. But I couldn't see, I could see light coming through the eyeholes of the mask I was still wearing, but it must have shifted or gotten crooked somehow as my eyes didn't line up with them anymore. Oh God, I thought, I hurt all over. It felt like my body was covered in bruises, and just breathing hurt. I was lying on my side and tried to roll over on my back, and gave a hiss of pain as something was in the way. Wait a second, a HISS? And what was that between my legs??! I propped myself up with one arm and ran my other hand over my crotch and found a thick appendage, and where the Hell was my dick?? AND my balls?? Then it all came back to me, the incredible pleasure while I was fucking Samantha, then horrible pain and pleasure combined, and something being horribly wrong.
With a shriek I started pulling and tugging at the damn mask, but it was so tight now I could hardly budge the thing. Finally I got a hold of the back of the mask and gripping the edge pulled as hard as I could, and it split up the back. Damn, I paid $500.00 for the stupid thing! I thought as I peeled it off of my head. Oh yeah, much better, I could breathe a lot easier too. Then when I looked at myself I wished I'd left it on. I had to turn my head to one side to see everything as I had a large snout and one hell of a blind spot right in front of my nose. I gave a loud hiss of growing confusion and fear, not believing what I was seeing. That can't be my body, that's not even a human body! I thought. Whimpering I scratched at the leathery looking blue (?) skin with my claws, and it wasn't an illusion or some sort of costume, it was MY skin, I could feel it. Turning my head as far as I could I gave another hiss of disbelief as I saw the row of spines on my back and my tail, a long thick tail that moved when I wanted it too. I could feel it to, and control it. It was almost like having a fourth limb, a very strange feeling. Then I saw the sink and it hit me how thirsty I was, so with a moan I managed to get up; and staggering over to sink I fell forward and grabbed it with my hands as I fought the urge to stay on all fours. NO, I won't crawl! I thought. I'm a man, not a...a lizard! I turned on the sink and stuck my lower jaw under the spout, and the cool water felt wonderful. I drank and drank to replace the fluids my body had burned up during my change, and felt so much better afterwards as my body rehydrated.
By rearing up and pulling my tail in between my legs to help support and brace myself I was able to stay upright fairly easily. My initial shock and horror at what had happened to me was fading some now, and I was getting angry. This wasn't right! With a mad hiss I went to the heavy metal door of the small room; prison, I was in and turning my head sideways pressed one of my eyes to the window. I could see a large dim room with some cabinets and stuff against the walls, and not much else. It was very quiet. I had been flicking my tongue out without even realizing it, and was surprised I could actually smell with it. The place smelled musty, like it wasn't used all the much. But I could smell Samantha; something in me ID'd that scent as hers, and one other fairly fresh scent I didn't recognize. I pressed my snout to the bars, and yelled,
"Sssamantha? Where are you? What'sss happened to me? What have you done to me?? Pleassssse, Ssssamantha?" my tone pleading at the end.
Suddenly a soft voice said,
"Don't bother, she's not here."
With a startled hiss I jumped back from the door and almost tripped over my tail, then opened my mouth and gave a loud warning hiss. It was instinctive, but I knew it was a real threat as I had some nasty fangs, I could feel them with my tongue. And my claws were long and sharp as well.
"Calm down, came the soft voice again, I mean you no harm brother."
Mandy took on her most human form again, and walking up to the door of the cell looked through the window. The large lizard had adopted a fighting stance and was hissing in warning; she could see the glint of fangs in his open mouth, and she had no doubt those claws were not just for show. He was scared and confused, and could respond in a very violent way if he felt threatened. Most changelings went through a freak out period, which was only natural considering the circumstances, and for some it was much worse than for others. Some went totally insane. He certainly was impressive, she thought, and she rather liked his mostly blue coloring. For a big lizard he was pretty.
"Take is easy big guy, Mandy said, I'm not your enemy, I had nothing to do with this atrocity. For what it's worth Samantha changed me too, the bitch."
I stood up straighter and closed my mouth with a snap. I couldn't see much through the small window except for a pair of almost glowing green eyes, and they weren't human. I flicked my tongue out, and her scent told me she was the other person, or thing, I'd smelled in addition to Samantha's scent. She had a rather pleasant musky scent, and was definitely female. I couldn't scent, or sense, any aggression, so quickly calmed down.
"Please, I said, who are you? What's happened to me? Where AM I?"
"Sorry, Mandy said, my name is Mandy. As to what happened to you? Well, at least we have plenty of time because this is going to take awhile. As to where we are, we're in a dungeon under the house. It's where they keep us until we're ready for auction."
Auction? I thought. I looked down at myself and shook my head again in ongoing disbelief. This can't be real!
"Look, said Mandy, it's a real pain to talk through this window. I'm going to come into the cell with you, but don't freak out, I'm not human.
You can't be as bad as THIS! I thought, looking at my scaly clawed hands in bemusement. I looked up as the cell door opened, and Mandy stepped inside.
"You're a cat!" I hissed in amazement.
"And you're a lizard, she replied, welcome to the menagerie."
"The what?" I asked.
"The Menagerie, it's what our loving Mistress called us." She replied.
"She's NOT my Mistress, at least not anymore!" I hissed in anger, "How could she do this to me! I'm a monster, a freak!"
"Not just you, Mandy said sadly, but hundreds of us over the years."
"Hundreds? I gasped, but how, I mean, how can she do this??"
"How else, magic, Mandy said, she's a sorceress. And yes, hundreds, it's how she makes her living, 'creating' things like us to sell to other magic users or those that know what we are."
As she talked the cat girl arched herself and stretched, and I couldn't help but stare at her, she was erotically beautiful. She had fine black fur; it looked long and silky, and she had very human looking breasts despite the covering of fur, two in the usual place, and several more much smaller pairs lower down, and her eyes were hypnotic. I looked at my reptilian hide and couldn't help but make a comparison, she may be a monster too, but she was beautiful, I was hideous.
"But this is crazy, how can she go around doing this to people, I mean, surely someone would notice! There's no way she can keep this a secret!"
"Yes, there is, Mandy replied. She's been doing it for hundreds of years, and others before her for thousands. And you're right, people have noticed, but its all considered legends or myths. I mean, think about it. What would people think if you told them; without proof, that a witch was turning people into animals?"
"OK, I guess I can see that, I hissed, but we can tell them! Surely they'd believe a giant lizard, or a cat woman."
Mandy gave another sad mrrrow, "Don't you think it hasn't been tried? You need to understand we're slaves; we don't even have any control over our own form. Sure, we could leave the house, but the minute we step out the door we revert to our animals forms, mentally as well as physically. We wouldn't know what to do anymore then a normal cat or lizard. And if she wanted to all she would have to do to change us into our animal forms is say a quick spell, no matter where we are or where she is. It's how they control us, there is no way we can 'betray' them. It's best to get used to it as there's nothing you can do about it."
"But the cell door is open, and I'm not chained up or anything, I said, couldn't we call somebody? The police, and tell them what happened. We could just say we'd been kidnapped; which we have, and when they get here they'd see the truth."
"Sorry, it's been tried, Mandy said. Somehow they know if we're trying to call someone. I guess its part of the spell. Pick up a phone and you revert. Believe me, I've thought about it a lot. They've been doing this for a very long time, and have all the angles covered. We're stuck like this, get used to it."
"Like hell Mandy, I mean, this is so wrong! How can she DO that to people? I mean, I thought she liked me. After all, we, um, er, well, you know."
"Oh, she does like us, Mandy hissed herself, just like you might like your pet dog or cat. And she; they, see us the same way. As animals and pets, to be used for whatever purpose they want no matter what we might think about it. And yes, I know you fucked her, we ALL had sex with her, myself included. It's how her magic works the best. She casts the spell, the sex triggers it. It's a good way to control us when we start changing, by keeping us helpless in sexual ecstasy. It works too, don't you admit?"
"Yeah, it sure does." I hissed sadly. I'd really thought I'd finally found someone, and she does this to me. I put one of my scaly hands over my eyes and started to cry with soft hisses, tears wetting my hand. I was embarrassed, but couldn't stop.
Mandy her heart ache when the poor lizard started crying, but it was a good sign. It would help him to adjust. They all went through those stages. Fear, disbelief, anger, sadness and loss. The sooner he realized his old life was gone the better. There was no going back. But she could at least help him to some extent, and personally let him know what another 'use' of his was likely to be.
"What, I mean, why do they do this? I finally asked. What do they DO with us?"
"We serve many purposes; they use us for many things. Mandy said. I'm a guardian; my so-called job is to guard and defend this house against all threats, natural or supernatural. I have been given...powers that make me more than capable of battling even the most powerful sending's. Of course I can't use those same powers against my owners anymore then a real cat could. Others of us become the familiars of magic users; some of us are kept as mounts, others just as 'exotic' pets. Yes, we have a great many uses and are quite valuable in the practitioners society."
"What do you mean by 'practitioners'?" I asked.
"Well, what we would call warlocks, witches, sorcerers, and any other true magic users. That includes demonologists, thaumaturges, occultists, witch doctors, druids, Wiccans, in short, anybody who is a 'practitioner' of the arts. I'm not talking about some kids playing with an Ouija Board; these people are the real deal. We are the result of some of that magic, mostly the darker kind. Many believe it is unethical to transform other humans into beasts, but do not interfere for fear of starting a war. Besides, once we're changed there's no going back, so even the 'nice' magic users consider us to be little more than intelligent animals."
"Well, fuck ALL of them." I muttered with a guttural grunt.
"My feelings exactly." Mandy mrrrowed in amusement.
"Mandy, I asked, how can you stand it?"
Mandy stood up and walked back and forth, her tail swishing angrily. "Because I have no choice! She spat, none of us do! Do you think I LIKE being like this?"
"At least you're beautiful, I said, look at me, I'm a freak! The Creature from the Black Lagoon looks better than I do!"
Mandy squatted down next to the lizard and ran the back of her hand down his long snout, and softly said, "Do you really think I'm beautiful?"
"You have no idea." I replied, my whole body tingling from that soft caress.
"Thank you for that, Mandy said, but you need to understand that to me; to all your fellow changelings, you're beautiful too. We're unique, each and every one of us. So to us you're as beautiful as I am, and you'll never be alone. We try to watch out for one another, help those who are less...fortunate, let them know we all care about them. It's all we have left of our humanity." When he started crying again she let him hug her, and cried too. It was so damn unfair.
After I had calmed a little I asked, with fear in my voice, "Mandy, what do you think she'll do with me?"
Mandy thought for a minute, then said, "I'm honestly not sure. You're kind of unusual even for a changeling. I mean, many of us are cats or canine, but there are all kinds of others. Bats, rats, and mostly other mammals. But I've seen a few birds, and a couple of snakes and one other lizard, but you're pretty rare. I think a lot has to do with 'supply and demand' just like with any other 'commodity', the feline and canine forms being the most popular, for a number of reasons. As to what you'll end up being, I'd guess a familiar and/or exotic pet of some kind."
"A pet? I said, so that's what I am now, a pet?"
"Or a familiar, you asked, and that's my guess." Mandy said.
"You said that before, what's a familiar?" I asked.
"Well, it's like a pet, only more so. They actually bind you to your owner physically and mentally. Since you were created by magic and not a 'normal' animal they can use the magic in you to help increase and focus their own power. There are two kinds of familiars, transformed humans, and ones created from nothing using part of their owners own life force to give them life. Those are the more powerful ones."
"Are you a familiar?" I asked.
"Oh no, Mandy replied, I'm just a Guardian. Much more common. Almost all property owned by a Circle, cult, coven, or individual magic user has a Guardian of some kind. Some are passive, little more than alarms, but others are a bit more, um, sophisticated. I'm capable of offensive, as well as defensive, magic. And my natural weapons are rather deadly. This is my 'nice' form; my fighting form is much more...bestial."
"I'll bet your fighting form is beautiful too." I said, before even realizing I was doing it.
Mandy mrrrwed again in pleasure, she so seldom got any compliments. The Circle members pretty much ignored her, and they didn't get many 'visitors', that is other then fellow unfortunates.
I gave a gasp as a slow spasm of pain rippled down my back, and squeezed my eyes shut from the pain. I actually felt my tail push out a little longer. Oh God, I thought, it's not over??
"Mandy, I said, something's wrong, I'm still changing!"
"Yes, Mandy said, you're still changing into your full animal form. It takes about a day to complete. The initial partial change is fast, the rest takes much longer. Then when that's over the spell will be completed. Then she'll either leave you that way for awhile, or give you a form like mine."
I stared at her in horror, this was bad enough, but all the way to a, a lizard? "Will I, will I still know who I am?" I asked.
"Probably, Mandy said, even in our full animal forms we're usually allowed to keep our human awareness. But you'll have to learn how to live like a lizard, just like I have to live like a cat. And of course if they take you anywhere where you might be seen it will be in your animal form. Unless your owner has a rather seclude residence you'll spend most of your time in that form anyway. It's easier for them to, um, take care of us that way. It's also cheaper to feed a cat, then a cat woman."
"Um, speaking of feeding, I'm pretty hungry." I said.
"Sorry, can't help you there, Mandy said. There's cat food, but that's about it, no one stays her regularly. This is kind of a safe house for them. Besides, what to you eat?"
I looked at her in surprise, "I have no idea!" I replied.
"Well, I'm sure Samantha will know, or your future owner. Mandy said. I'll look it up later on the computer for you. They let me use it so I can respond to instructions they send me by email."
I rolled over onto all fours and gasped as the spines on my back suddenly began to push out some more; and new ones sprouted on both ends of my spine. It felt like someone was pushing knifes through my skin, from inside.
"Ohhh God, that hurts! I said, when will this stop!"
"I'm sorry, Mandy said, not for awhile yet. But you know, there is a way to make it less painful."
And quicker, she didn't add. She ran her tail up and down the lizards own tail, curling it around him avoiding the spines and caressing his smooth pebbled hide. It would help with his pain, and she had been so lonely lately.
I shivered as I felt her tail rubbing over my hide, up and down my tail in a very frank and seductive manner. Her scent and body language gave me no doubt what she meant, none at all. I was amazed at just how sensitive my sense of smell was, with my tongue no less. I wouldn't have thought that being a reptile now, and her being a mammal, that I'd be interested. But I was, very much so. In fact I'd wanted her from the second I'd seen her. I hadn't been flattering her when I'd told her she was beautiful, she was, very much so, and in an incredibly erotic way. I think it was because I was a furry AND at least partly an animal now that I felt such intense desire for her. It was so intense it scared me a little, because it wasn't human lust, it was a combination of it and something...feral.
"I, I...oh, I'm not sure, I mean, we're so, well, different." I stammered even as I felt a stirring in my crotch. But God how I wanted her.
Mandy purred, and said, "Yes, we are, but we're changelings. Part of that includes being constantly, well, horny. It's part of the spell as our owners quite often use us to satisfy their sexual needs, and fantasies. Quite a few are voyeurs, and like to watch us perform with one another. Some of us created just for that, but we all have the capability, and desire, to have sex with almost any partners, human, animal, or other changelings. It can be, well, extremely pleasurable."
"That's sick! I said, what a bunch of perverts."
"Oh yes, they are that, Mandy replied, but by our nature so are we. But we can't help it, but to be truthful it's one of the few things that makes what we are more bearable. We're insatiable, and the pleasure we can give, and receive, pales next to anything you might have experienced before."
I don't know about that, I thought as I remembered how it had felt when I'd been fucking Samantha. And thinking about that the stirring in my crotch became more urgent and noticeable, and I could feel myself getting an erection, but the weird thing was I could fell myself getting TWO erections, and it felt good. I gave a soft hiss and watched in a combination of amazement and dismay as the tips of two penises began to push out through the fold of skin at the base of my tail. My cloaca, or vent, I knew it was called. And they were weird looking, they had no glans or corona, they were just long thick pointed shafts with odd convolutions and small knobs or bumps, and instead of a urethra slit they had round holes in the tips. And they were pretty big too, jutting out in angles like "V". I have no idea where my balls were, but turns out I had one for each penis. It was disconcerting to realize even my sex wasn't human anymore, but the aching need was the same, only more so.
"That is just weird." I said.
"Mrrrwww, Mandy said, you're nice and big. I doubt a lizards penises look exactly like yours though, that's one thing the make sure of, that no matter what form they give one of us we're still compatible with human partners. Believe me; I've seen some much stranger ones."
Mandy lowered herself down on the mattress with Ron, and lay down beside him. She could see the lust glowing in his still human eyes, pretty blue eyes, and scent it as well. It was a different kind of scent, muskier then most, but still very male and it excited her, and she could smell her own scent of arousal increasing. She sniffed at his snout, and then licked it tentatively. The plate like hide on his nose was slick and salty tasting, and she gave a startled squeak when his long tongue suddenly flicked out and licked her own nose. It was dark red and thick, and a little sticky. She giggled in response, it tickled! She kissed his hard lips and licked him again, and he seemed to be enjoying it, so she continued. She could tell he was shy, so gently took one of his strange hands and put it on her upper breasts, and he responded by caressing her, his palms dry and slightly rough, it felt good against her nipples as they hardened under his caresses. She kept rubbing her tail up and down the underside of his much larger and thicker tail. As she watched large drops of thick pre formed on the tips of his twin penises like drops of pearly dew. She froze for a second when he leaned over and buried his snout in the fur on her shoulder, but his breath was warm against her skin and she knew he was just getting a better smell of her musk, and giggled again when his tongue lightly brushed against her ear, causing her to flick it back in response.
"Mmmrrrww, Mandy purred, that's nice, don't stop."
I scooted over a little for Mandy when she lay down next to me, and watched her lovely lithe body as she stretched and got comfortable. When she licked me I licked her back, and she made a funny giggling/mrrring sound that I thought was cute as hell. I was surprised my hide was so sensitive, and could feel her tail rubbing my own just below my erections, and it felt teasingly wonderful. When she took my hand and put it on her breasts I gave a deep chuffing hiss, and began to explore her body. It was so warm and soft, her fur like fine silk, her nipples large and rubbery as I rubbed against them, and I pushed my snout into her fur and took a deep sniff and light lick with my tongue and she smelled, and tasted, absolutely wonderful. I'd never responded to just scent like this before, I was amazed at how much I could tell from it. I could tell she was female (obviously), very aroused, and wanted me. So with a hiss I rolled over on top of her, giving into my new instincts and what my senses had told me, and she opened her legs for me and gave a kind of snarling meow of lust.
Mandy wanted to touch and feel his strange penises, but he didn't give her a chance. But she wasn't disappointed when he rolled over on top of her and opened her legs for him. It had been a long time since she'd had sex of any kind, her 'job' as a Guardian was pretty lonely. He tried to position himself, but the problem was the angle of his two penises, he couldn't seem to get lined up correctly, his hisses of lust growing frustrated.
"Wait a second, lean back for a minute." Mandy finally said.
As he reared up on his arms she propped herself up on one elbow and reached down with her other hand to help guide him into her. It was a shame her pussy was too small for both his cocks, that would have been mind-blowing. Then she suddenly got an idea, and gave a feline smile. It could still be mind-blowing, for both of them. His penises were independent of one another, and fairly flexible, so she took one and seated the tip against her tail hole, then took the other and pressed the tip against the lips of her pussy. She smiled again when he gave a surprised hiss.
"That's right, both of them! Mandy said, now start pushing, I'll make sure they both go where they're supposed to."
I really had to fight my instinct to lunge into her, so with my whole body quivering I started pushing forward, feeling the tips of both my cocks pushing against tight slick openings, and it was indescribable as I slowly penetrated her, her muscles clenching and caressing me.
Mandy lay back with a yowl once he was well on his way, and said "Now, I want you NOW!"
With a guttural grunt I thrust into her, digging my feet claws into the mattress for purchase as I thrust and lunged until both my penises hilted, then with a loud hissing squeal I started fucking her as hard as I could, my human mind fading under the sheer lust and pleasure, and she bucked and yowled and clawed at me, and if not for my thick hide I think she'd have torn my back to shreds. With a hiss I grabbed her neck in my jaws, and pinned her arms with my own. She still fought me, but it was easier, and more enjoyable, once I'd established my dominance. After awhile she stopped struggling and gave soft yowls and deep purrs of pleasure as I serviced her with steady powerful thrusts. I had to close my eyes as I humped her, the sensations of having sex with two penises at the same time was so intense and the pleasure so concentrated it was almost unbearable. I felt like I'd cum any second, but it took me quite some time to reach my limit and find the release I so desperately needed. I orgasmed first in her pussy, but kept thrusting as the my other penis still wasn't quite ready, but a few thrusts later I had my second orgasm even as my first cock was still throbbing and pumping, and it retriggered my first orgasm and I came again, and as the massive dual orgasm exploded I reared up and a gave a hissing scream of pure ecstasy as Mandy went berserk under me.
As he lunged into her Mandy realized she'd underestimated just how big he really was, and with both his cocks plunging into her it was quite a tight fit, so at first there was some pain, but it was quickly overwhelmed by the incredible feeling of the massive double penetration. Unable to help herself she yowled and fought him, biting and clawing at him as he hilted and started fucking her, but her sharp claws and fangs had little; if any, effect on his amazingly tough hide. When he bit her neck and pinned her all she do was yowl and stare at the ceiling, her eyes clouded by a daze of lust and growing pleasure. She finally gave herself over the incredible pleasure he was giving her, she could feel both the cocks rubbing against one another through the thin flesh separating them, and it almost felt like she had two cocks in each of her orifices. As she purred and squealed in ecstasy she wanted to hold him closer and run her hands over his body and lick his face, but he kept her pinned and she responded to his strength and dominance by purring even louder as she writhed and squirmed under his lunging weight. When he climaxed she came as well, and screwing her eyes shut gave a loud guttural yowling roar of pleasure, and it increased as his second climaxed blasted hot cum deep into her bowels and she felt him cum again in her pussy and she had never felt anything like it! She started struggling again, wanting to pull him even deeper into her; not wanting him to stop his powerful thrusts. And he rode her to several mind numbing orgasms of her own; one after another, before he was spent.
With a gasp I pulled out of her, and fell over on my side trying to catch my breath, panting with my mouth open and giving harsh little hisses. That had been, had been, oh my God! Then my exhausted pleasure was tinged when I realized that my changes were still continuing, if anything had speeded up. My body had become thicker and more rounded, my back more raised and my arms lower down on the sides. My legs had drawn up and were more splayed now, and my hips seemed to have disappeared, my body more, well, quadruped. With a moan I tried to stand up, but only managed to rear a little before falling back onto my belly.
"Noooo Ssssss! I hissed. I looked at Mandy in despair, Nooooo, I don't want to be an animal!"
Many licked Ron's snout and rubbed her hands across his hide soothingly. "I'm really sorry, she said, but sex speeds up the change, but it also makes it much less painful. It's really best to get it over with. Now, I don't know about you, but I want you again."
And I wanted her, both with what was left of my humanity, and the as the thing I was still becoming. This time I mounted her from the rear, and as before I penetrated her both ways and she yowled again, but didn't struggle as much this time. But I still bit the back of her neck; it just seemed to be the natural thing to do. But I was careful and didn't break the skin. I grasped her with my front legs; they were legs now, not arms, as I mated with her. At first I had more control, but towards the end my thrusts became desperate and frenzied, and when I came it was different, more intense and my spurts were...slower. As I dismounted I realized right away that things were even more different than before, the changes more pronounced. When I'd mounted her my hind legs had reached the mattress fairly early, now the tips of my long toes just barely touched. I held onto her rear with my front legs for a minute with my head resting on her warm furry back while I tried to cope, but when she crawled out from under me I slid off and flopped down on my belly, and lifting a hind leg I looked at myself and my penises had become even stranger looking, knobbier and thicker. A reptiles hemipenes, any similarity to human ones was gone. As I watched they withdrew into my cloaca and the flap closed after them leaving me smooth and sexless. I looked up at Mandy; she towered over me now, and tried to say something.
"Mssssss, hissssss, SSSSssssss!"
Mandy bent over and scratched Ron's snout, and said, "It looks like the physical changes are over, except for the size adjustment. You're going to get a lot smaller I'm afraid, just like I do when I take on my own animal form. But don't worry; your mind still has its human awareness. Just try and integrate your new instincts and needs with your human intellect. It takes a little doing at first, but it's much better afterwards." Mandy suddenly stood up and laying her ears back, added, "Sounds like the Mistress is home. I have to go. I'll try to bring you some food." She leaned down again and gave Ron an affectionate kiss. "That was fantastic sex."
Please, don't leave me! I thought as her lovely backside went out the door, and it shut with a heavy thud. Plleeaassee! "Hisssss, SSsssss!" I don't want to be alone like this! But she was gone, and miserable, I lay down on the mattress and shut my eyes, not wanting to look at myself. It felt wrong, different, and it horrified me.
Mandy changed to her cat form; almost instantaneously, and reached the front hallway about the same time Samantha entered. She was a little surprised to see the Sorceress was alone, she'd expected her to have another 'candidate' with her. Seeing she was alone Mandy took on her most human form again, and said,
"Greetings Mistress."
"Hello Mandy, Samantha replied, how is our guest?"
Terrified, how do you think he is, you bitch, Mandy wanted to say, but instead said, "I seduced him like you ordered Mistress, his change is almost complete. He only has to size down a little more."
"Excellent, Samantha said, the auction is next week, it will give him time to get used to it. But he's a 'special order'; his new owner will pick him up at the auction. Got a cool $100,000 for the lizard. He's some kind of Iguana; the buyer provided the blood for the potion."
So that's what a human life is worth now, Mandy thought, you only got $1,000 for me, but of course that was almost a hundred years ago. A hundred years of living as an animal, I can't even remember what it felt like to be human. But of course you don't dare, do you?
"I'll need you later, Samantha said, when I test to make sure the entire spell took hold. I might need you if something goes wrong."
You just might, Mandy thought, remembering the lizard's fangs in her neck as he mated with her, and his long sharp claws. But if he attacked Samantha she would do her best to defend her Mistress, she had no choice.
"Yes Mistress." Many said respectfully.
"Well, Samantha said, we might as well get it over with. My second 'catch' of the day's plane was delayed, so we have a couple of hours, more than enough time."
Obediently Mandy followed Samantha, through the secret door this time, and down the stairs and into the cellar. She went to the cell door to open it for her Mistress, and looked through the window first. The lizard, much smaller now, was curled up on the mattress, his hands over his head. He looked absolutely pitiful. As they entered the cell he reared up and looked at her with his strange reddish brown eyes, and she remembered how they'd once been a beautiful blue, but never would be again. They were the eyes of a reptile now, emotionless, nothing human in them. He seemed glad to see her, but as Samantha followed her into the cell he opened his mouth, and hissed as he backed into a corner.
"Well, said Samantha, I don't think he's very glad to see me."
Gee, I wonder why? Mandy thought sarcastically.
Samantha walked a little closer to get a better look at the cowering lizard, and he hissed even louder.
"Ugly brute, Samantha said, why anyone would want one of these I have no idea."
Mandy actually thought he was rather pretty, in a slinky kind of way, but didn't say anything as she knew from experience her Mistress didn't care much for 'talkative' livestock. She never answered unless directly questioned, and then kept her replies to a minimum. She had seen what happened to those who angered; or just annoyed, the sorceress. Her Mistress's moods could change like the weather.
"Bring him." Samantha ordered, and turned and left the cell.
When I heard the door up I looked up hopefully, it was Mandy, I could smell her. Then I caught another scent I recognized. Samantha! With an enraged hiss I backed away from her. You! You bitch, you did THIS to me!! I could hear them talking, their voices were loud and booming, but I could understand them.
When Samantha turned and left I gave a final hiss, and shut my mouth. When Mandy came over to me I looked up at her and tried to say something, but could only hiss in frustration. When she bent over to pick me up I reared up and grasped her arms with my front hands; or paws. She held me to her chest and I held her back, I felt safe with her. I was a pretty big lizard, but she picked me up effortlessly, and said,
"I'm sorry, we have to go with her. She's going to change you a few times to make sure the spell worked correctly. Sometimes they don't, but it's rare. But don't worry, it won't hurt, it will just be kind of confusing. But I'll be there." She gave a sad mrrww as the lizard tightened his grip on her, his snout buried in the tuft of fur between her breasts. She sighed, remembering the wonderful feeling the last time he'd touched her breasts, but like this he probably didn't even have any interest in her as a mate at all. Cradling him like a child she followed their Mistress into a much larger room. She never went in this room alone, the huge pentagram and altar in the center terrified her. She had seen what happened in here more times then she cared to remember. But fortunately they just passed through that grim place that seemed to echo with the screams of those who had been sacrificed to darkness. They entered a smaller room through a door in the far wall, and Samantha said,
"OK, chain him up just in case."
Samantha took Ron and slipped a collar around his neck. It looked like a plain black leather collar, but had been created so that would adjust to the size of anything wearing it, no matter what form they might assume. It would fit a hamster, or an elephant. The heavy chain it was hooked to looked ridiculous on the large lizard. She guessed Ron was about five feet long now from the end of his snout to the tip of his tail. His pebbled leathery hide and scales were a grayish blue color, his feet mostly black, and he had darker stripes on his body, but they were kind of blotchy and faint. He had a ridge of what looked like small horns around his eyes and on his cheeks, and a fairly large flap of loose skin under his snout and neck, and had spines from the back of his long snouted head almost all the way to the tip of his thick tail, and his tail was even longer then his body. She noticed the main difference between his feet was the hind ones were larger and the toes longer. As Samantha came closer he started hissing again, his mouth opened threateningly.
"I don't like his attitude, Samantha said, and spoke several words under her breath."
Oh no, thought Mandy.
I reared and gave a high pitched wailing hiss as I felt alien thoughts invading my mind, and clawed at my head as I tried to hang onto my awareness, but the new thoughts and strange way of thinking overwhelmed the last vestiges of my humanity and forced them deep into my subconscious, and suddenly I couldn't remember why I had been so upset, or even who I was. I was cold and hungry, but I recognized the scent of a female who was my...mate? It was so hard to try and remember, so I gave up. I looked around, keeping a wary eye on the large animals, hoping to find some food.
"There, that's better, said Samantha. Let's see how you like having the mind of a reptile for awhile. Maybe it will teach you some manners."
Bitch, thought Mandy, that wasn't necessary. He was just scared. But she didn't dare say anything. The horrible thing about that punishment was that when your human was restored; if it was, you remembered what it felt like to have the simpler mind of an animal. That was the true punishment, the terror of knowing that at the whim of your owner you could be reduced to nothing more than a stupid animal. But at least while you had the animals mind you were happy, as long as you were comfortable and fed.
"OK, now let's get this over with." Samantha said.
Fine by me, Mandy thought. The sooner you get away from him the better.
Many watched passively as Samantha spoke several different spells, all fairly short as they were built into the original and only modified it. The first caused Ron to grow back to an anthromorph form, part human/part reptile. He looked something like those Raptor dinosaurs she'd seen on TV, or a miniature Allosaurus or something. But he still had the mind of an animal, and just looked around in confusion. The next form was the so-called 'Guardian' form, one that a changeling could assume to defend his owner or their property. It was more bestial then the anthro form, and much larger. Like this he resembled some sort of a dinosaur even more closely, and in fact it was quite likely an ancestral Iguana form. His head brushed the tall ceiling of the basement, and his jaws had sprouted very nasty fangs, his stance now bipedal. He looked very intimidating and gave a loud growling hiss causing her and Samantha to instinctively take a few steps backwards. But his eyes were gentle and confused. Lastly Samantha returned him to his animal form, and the once again large lizard looked more scared and confused than ever.
"Excellent, Samantha said, he turned out quite nicely. Put him back in the cell for now, we'll leave for the farm Monday morning once I've completed my other business."
As Samantha turned to leave, Mandy dared to ask, "Mistress, what about his mind?"
Samantha paused, and thought for a second. "I'll leave him like he is for now, he'll be more cooperative."
And as she started to leave again, Mandy dared to ask again, "Mistress, what do I feed him?"
Samantha paused again, a little irritated looking at first, but had to admit it was a reasonable question.
"Hmmm, Samantha said, I really don't know. You have my permission to look it up on the Internet. When you find out; if we don't have anything here, call the market and have it delivered. We want him fat and happy when we deliver him."
"Yes Mistress." Mandy said.
After Samantha left of find her next poor victim Mandy got online and found some sites on the care and feeding of reptiles. She was surprised; she thought reptiles pretty much just ate bugs and meat. But according to what she found out he was a herbivore, and ate fruits and veggies and stuff. She checked the pantry and the fridge, but there wasn't much. Some bags of Meow Mix for her, as well as cans of cat food. And a few tins of sardines for the occasional treat. But no fresh stuff of any kind. She called the local market and ordered some leafy greens, fruit, squash, and other stuff (yeech) the sites had recommended. It would be left at the back door by the delivery boy, and automatically charged to the circles account for maintenance and expenses on the house. The utilities and other regular costs were paid automatically, but they left it up to her to feed herself.
When the food arrived about an hour later she waited until the delivery boy left, then opened the door and grabbed the bag without stepping over the jamb. It wouldn't do either of them any good if she ended up with the mind of an animal too. She took the greens and other veggies and chopped; or shredded them, and added a few slices of apple. Then she took the plate with the 'salad' down in the basement and opened the door to the cell. At first she didn't see the lizard and her heart skipped a beat, if he got loose there would be Hell to pay! Then she mrrwwed in relief as she realized he was in the sink. He must have gotten thirsty, and smelling the water gone in search of it. She picked him up and sat him down, and he spied the plate of food right away and was soon greedily tearing at it and swallowing chunks. He must be starving, she realized. She had wet down the food to provide him with water, and when he finished she put plate in the sink. She noticed his color had changed from a dull gray to a brighter blue-gray color, and he seemed happier.
She sat down next to him on the mattress, and he came over and clawed gently at her leg, looking up at her. She picked him up put him in her lap and gently stroked the top of his head and under his snout, and he closed his eyes and after awhile she realized he was asleep. She kept stroking him until she fell asleep herself, the large lizard curled up in her lap in perfect contentment. So warm, so soft, so safe.
The End
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