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Ophelia’s Corruption

Ophelia really wished that she wasn’t at a fancy party right now. It wasn’t that there was anything wrong with the party itself. She was just having one of those shy, anxious days when she didn't want to talk to anyone and didn't feel like she fit in either. Oh, she did fit in; despite being a kobold, Ophelia had been raised as royalty in her own clan when she was young, and that etiquette and distinguished demeanor had stuck with her despite later having been adopted by a much less formal family. That, and her wealth allowed her to hang out in the kind of circles where that etiquette mattered.

She was even wearing a beautiful purple, half-sheer dress – one of her very own design, via her clothing company – with gold detailing that perfectly matched her golden scales and hair. She looked better than most people here at the company party and everyone wanted to talk to her, either for networking or just to compliment the dress that she almost wished she hadn’t worn. Today was indeed one of those days when she just didn’t want to be noticed, her shyness having gotten the better of her.

Ophelia wished that she had been with her girlfriend instead. Or maybe reading a book in a quiet room with a cup of floral tea. Anything but being forced to talk to everyone. To escape the bustle for a moment, she stealthily left the mansion for a breath of fresh air on the porch. The sun was just setting, painting the forest outside a beautiful, burnished gold. She leaned against the railing and took it all in.

It’d be hours before she could leave, but a little break from the noise? Nobody could fault her for that, Ophelia reasoned, feeling the tension leave her body slowly as a gentle spring breeze made her dress flutter. Maybe the sheer had been a little too much, but her usual modesty didn’t really extend to clothing. She liked showing off in that way, whether it was with a homemade cosplay or something that she’d designed for her company. Not to mention that she liked modeling it, too, and she already knew that if this dress went into mass production, it’d be an enormous hit with high society. Well, them and everyone else who didn’t mind thin fabric outlining their nipples and almost showing off everything else, too.

A sudden shift in the breeze brought with it an interesting scent. She couldn’t quite place it; a little floral, a little spicy, maybe a hint of musk. Probably some kind of early spring flower, she figured and shrugged her shoulders. The kobold wanted to investigate, but she had never been here before, and wandering around hiking trails in a strange forest at nightfall was hardly the smartest thing to do. She fancied herself a sensible kobold, after all, and so she turned around again, about to head back inside to mingle against her will.

But then another breeze came, and there was that fascinating scent again. It was stronger this time, which probably meant that whatever flower was producing it had only just blossomed. It was so interesting that it made her nostrils twitch as she sniffed the air. Oh, if only Freya was here, she’d have no qualms at all about exploring whatever forest with that energetic ferret. With the amount of energy Freya had, she’d run circles around any danger, maybe even while carrying the petite kobold.

But alone? Maybe not so much. If she ran into a wild animal, no number of pleasantries, etiquette, or money would do her much good.

Then again, she thought, there really shouldn’t be much in the way of danger in these woods. The evening was calm and mild, and realistically, the worst thing she might encounter was a fox or something. Maybe a black bear, but those never attacked anyone, even a small critter like herself. Once more, she took a deep breath through her nose, really trying to pinpoint what the scent was and where it was coming from.

Why was it so interesting? Just smelling it from afar made her shiver a little, her fur even standing on end with apparent excitement. She tried in to ignore it and go back inside, but she already knew that if she didn’t investigate this wonderful fragrance, she’d never forgive herself. Maybe she could even start a line of perfumes to pair with her clothes, because she had never smelled anything like it before.

And so, the kobold turned around once more, facing the slowly darkening forest. Okay, girl, you can do this. Business opportunity, if nothing else. Nobody will notice if you’re gone for half an hour. Just follow the path and you can’t get lost, she psyched herself up, rather uncharacteristically. Normally, Ophelia didn’t like risks, nor did she like the unknown. She studied things and figured out exactly how they worked before she did anything.

Except, apparently, this. She felt almost entranced as she walked off, following the scent by sniffing the air every now and then. It took her a moment to find the right direction – the paths split off in a few – but once she did, it grew stronger quickly. Gods, it smelled so good it made her mind all fuzzy. If this was some kind of flower that she could grow and bottle, she’d end up one of the richest women on the planet!

The scent led her down a well-kept path at first. Probably part of the mansion’s grounds, she figured. Nothing dangerous. The owners, before it had been converted to a conference center, probably walked along it every day. It was incredibly picturesque with a little pond and a waterfall feeding it just a small distance into the woods. But then, she realized that the smell came from further in, where only a faint path led. It wasn’t an animal path or anything, but it clearly wasn’t often used.

Should I really be doing this? Ophelia asked herself.

Maybe not, but she was starting to feel like a passenger in her own body. It wasn’t quite like that, not yet – she was still making decisions – but her mind was becoming increasingly more muddled as the scent grew stronger, a fuzziness enveloping every thought and making them hard to hold on to, except for the desire to get closer, to have a better whiff of that beautiful fragrance.

Suddenly, after a few minutes of wandering down an increasingly overgrown path before leaving it behind entirely – it all felt like the blink of an eye – Ophelia found herself standing before a cave mouth. She felt dizzy, hazy, and just looking at the cave made her pussy clench. Gods, she was wet, wasn’t she? She wasn’t sure why wandering around alone in the darkening woods would leave her aroused, but as she half-consciously slipped a hand under her dress to feel herself, it was obvious; her fingers came back covered in a slippery sheen of lust.

She realized the fragrance she sought was wafting from the cave, the scent growing stronger as she approached the entrance. It was beginning to feel like a trap, but Ophelia struggled to remember even why walking into a trap, if it was this wonderful, would be a bad idea. What was the worst that could happen, she thought, trying desperately to justify her frankly foolish decision of not turning around right then and there, ignoring the muted alarm bells going off in the reptile part of her brain.

In she went, stepping into that pleasant-smelling cave where nobody would find her if something bad happened. The first few meters looked just like a regular cave, but then the rock surrounding her began to grow smoother, as if it had been worked by someone or something to make the cave a more comfortable den.

Turn around and run, the reasonable part of her mind told her, and it told her that loudly, but by now, Ophelia was utterly transfixed by that sweet fragrance, her entire body tingling in anticipation of finding the source. She came upon a larger room inside the cave, where the floor was lined with rugs and pillows, perhaps stolen from the mansion.

And on those pillows rested a creature she had never seen before. It was a dark grey color with purplish patterns running along its body, especially on its thick tail. It had a triangular head and some kind of tassel-like organs alongside the tail. It winked at her.

Though Ophelia couldn’t know it, nor would she perhaps ever know what she had encountered, the creature was a Salazzapult, possessing the stealthiness and levitation of one of its parents and a much stronger version of the other’s pheromones. Strong enough tha, unlike a regular Salazzle, it could affect even other females. Her name was Estelle, though she didn’t speak much; there was no need.

Around the creature were dozens, maybe even a hundred or so strange, smaller ones. While the female was larger than Ophelia, these ones were slightly smaller. A few were levitating, while others were resting on the pillows. They looked a little ghostly, as if halfway between physical and ethereal beings. Ghost Salandits; this Salazzapult’s offspring, but of course, Ophelia didn’t know that either. She could, however, tell that almost all of them were male given how they were staring at her, some hard and others getting there, as if anticipating something.

Normally, the modest kobold would’ve turned away and not looked, but the scent, hanging thick in the air, had her mind in a strangely erotic place. One where those hemipenes of theirs swelling up with arousal didn’t gross her out, but rather, made her heart beat faster and leave her feeling rather flushed. Were they hard because of her?

The Salazzapult made a beckoning motion towards Ophelia with her tail. It felt almost like a physical pull, the kobold stumbling forward. She did, of course, immediately recognize the danger she was in. Recognized, but couldn’t act on it. Only now did she realize that the creature was the source of the scent, a faint purple mist emanating from it and smelling so good that it made Ophelia’s eyes water.

Maybe you shouldn’t get any closer. Maybe you should hold your breath, she told herself, even as her legs carried her towards the grinning Salazzapult.

For a few years now, Estelle had been here, slowly expanding her harem, often with her very own offspring. Ophelia – coincidentally a very compatible species – would be a perfect addition, she knew. She would just need to be improved a little, first, to fully fit into the Salazzapult’s plans.

Ophelia barely had the presence of mind to take a deep breath just before she stepped into the purple mist. It seemed to tickle her skin, and she desperately fought against the urge to breathe in deeply and smell that wonderful fragrance again. Three of the half-ethereal Salandits floated over to her as she struggled to hold onto some measure of reason, and Estelle’s grin widened.

One of the Salandits coiled around Ophelia’s waist, another around her neck, and a third around her leg. Each felt warm to the touch and quickly proceeded to tease her. She could feel their cocks rubbing up against her. It felt obscene, and yet, she wanted them to violate her in some carnal way. That was, of course, the Salazzapult’s goal, and she watched as her offspring began their work on the kobold.

They tore at her dress, eventually shredding it enough that it fell off Ophelia’s body and crumbled onto the floor, leaving her completely naked and exposed to the strange creatures. She shuddered. That dress had been her favorite, and she knew she should’ve been frustrated, even furious, and yet she could muster none of those feelings as the mental fog growing deeper with every passing moment.

She managed to hold her breath until one of them flicked their tongue over her clit, tasting her plentiful juices. That touch made her moan out loud, and then she reflexively inhaled, getting another lungful of concentrated pheromones. The rush was so intense that it made her head swim, her pussy clench wetly, and her legs become like jelly as she fell to her knees, panting heavily. Oh gods, she was so dizzy she could barely see straight, only aware only of how wet and empty her sex felt, and how good each of those firm, thick cocks felt against her. But she couldn’t just let them fuck her, could she?

All she’d have to do was… nothing. She wouldn’t get pregnant; her careful nature ensuring she was always on the pill, so it wasn’t as if she was in heat despite feeling exactly as if she was. And then, once the spell broke – which surely it had to break eventually – she’d simply go back home, and that’d be that, right?

Weak but desperate justifications. She knew that. And yet, when a Salandit’s shaft prodded at her lips, she opened her mouth obediently, letting it slide into her mouth and immediately wrapping her tongue around it, sucking on it as if it was the tastiest thing ever. She moaned around it, the other of his twin cocks grinding against the side of her muzzle and leaving a wet, warm trail of precum.

The one around her waist curled, letting its tips rub up against Ophelia’s slit. Her body was hypersensitive and getting needier by the moment, forced to breathe in the aphrodisiac scent through her sensitive nose while her mouth was full of sexy, wonderful cock, and so she reacted with another breathy, gurgling moan as the critter thrust a little more firmly.

Her body offered no resistance. If anything, it encouraged the Salandit to take her, growing wetter until there was almost no friction at all as one of its cocks spread her receptive, treacherous pussy wide open around it. It sank all the way into her, feeling like heaven as the kobold barely managed to stay upright as pleasure surged through her like jolts of electricity. Her sex greedily clamped down around the reptilian cock, as if begging for it to fuck her.

She really did feel like she was in full-blown heat, every little reaction of her body seeking to please the ghostly males and receive their seed. In which hole didn’t even matter. She needed it, both filling her belly and womb and coating her fur. Ophelia recognized that she was quickly losing herself in that growing debauched, hedonistic frenzy-state, but it felt so goddamn good.

The breaking point was when the last of the three Salandits prodded under her tail, right at the virgin hole hidden underneath the thick appendage. She could feel it in such vivid detail, yet another pair of thick, warm, incredibly sexy cocks pushing against her, slowly lubricating her with throb after throb of slick precum smearing over her pucker. She had never even fantasized about anal before, just as she hadn’t fantasized about being pregnant, but both of those desires came unbidden as Estelle manipulated her like a puppet with her pheromones, already having sparked an addiction that’d only grow and grow.

She needed to be full of cock in every hole. And so, she let herself relax, and the Salandit responded immediately, joining his brothers in welcoming the newest member, and second breedable female - their sisters were all sterile - to Estelle's harem-den. His cock pushed deeper into her, and despite the initial twinge of pain, once he was inside her, the kobold moaned again at that delicious feeling of utter fullness.

She was drooling around the cock pumping into her muzzle, dribbling precum all over her tongue and filling her mouth even as she kept swallowing it hungrily. She was clenching and rippling with pleasure around the one that was claiming her unknowingly fertile cunt and soon womb, and even harder around the one plundering her formerly virgin ass for the den. It was almost too much, with the kobold feeling like her cup was about to run over entirely. And yet, she still wanted more, more, more.

And they gave her more. Soon all of the male Salandits were gathered around her, waiting for their turns as the first three kept rutting in mismatched rhythms, plunging themselves into all of her holes while a few more kept rubbing their twin shafts against her body. Soon, she was on her hands and knees, utterly engulfed in ecstasy.

Ophelia felt something warm splatter across her chest as one of the others reached a premature climax, at least with one of his cocks. She purred at the sensation, the warm cum feeling good on her sensitized body, dribbling over her nipples and staining her scales and fur. Not long after that, the cock in her mouth throbbed hard, and a split second later her mouth was full of cum, too. So much cum that she couldn’t swallow all of it, the rest spilling from her stuffed mouth, but that didn’t stop her from trying, greedily gulping down her lover’s seed. It tasted like heaven, and it felt better inside her, her tongue dancing over the Salandit’s cock to tease more of that wonderful creamy treat to soak her tongue.

Once spent, the Salandit pulled out, only to slide his other, still stiff cock into Ophelia’s eager mouth. She didn’t resist, nor did she complain, with how drunk she was on Estelle’s scent, she would’ve done almost anything for her. Not that she needed to do anything beyond steadying herself. Soon the cum in her mouth was joined by a sweet pulsing inside her ass as she was flooded with cum from that end too. It felt so incredibly warm inside her, and she was already feeling the one fucking her pussy getting close to orgasm too, harder and bigger than he had been when he started.

If he came inside her, she knew that she wouldn’t get pregnant, but she desperately wanted to get pregnant with how fragmented and dazed her mind was getting. She hoped for it, hoped that their cum would somehow simply ignore all protection, and though she didn’t know it, it was going to do exactly that.

In just a few more frantic, jagged strokes into her fertile cunt, the Salandit stiffened up, tightening his ghostly tail around her waist and then forcing his cock as deep into Ophelia’s body as it could go. And there was that throbbing again, a familiar warm rhythm as he pumped the kobold full of incredibly virile, potent seed. Once again, Ophelia moaned in dissolute ecstasy. The world blurred as her lust-glazed eyes were filled with tears at how good it felt, like the Salandit’s cock had stoked a fire inside her and now his seed was putting it out with every powerful spurt. That, in turn, flooded her body with utter satisfaction, robbing her of any semblance of control as she fell onto her side on the blanket-covered cave floor.

From that point on, and well into the night, Ophelia was only vaguely aware of what was happening as each Salandit – and there were about a hundred of them – took two turns each pumping their cum on or into her. By the time they were done, she filled to the brim; plentiful thick seed oozing from her holes, with still more safely stored inside, where it had indeed overpowered her birth control. While the kobold floated on clouds of diffuse sexual pleasure, wallowing in the mess they had made of her normally modest, classy self, their sperm raced up her tubes, quickly finding the eggs that the Salazzapult’s scent had made her release. With any other species, she would’ve gotten away unscathed, but before the night was even over, she was already pregnant.

She wouldn’t know it yet, of course. That was quickly becoming the theme of her latest – and arguably first – adventure. She didn’t know anything about what was happening to her, but that didn’t make it any less pleasurable. It felt like she was in heat, but that wasn’t something she could even remotely worry about with how good everything felt, and so she enjoyed every last cock that her by now rather willing body took, not to mention the warm, sticky cum they left inside her.

When she woke up the next morning, Ophelia was still in a daze. Her memories were deeply fragmented. There was a brief flash of panic as she realized that she wasn’t at home in her comfortable bed, much less in Freya’s arms, but rather in a dark cave somewhere with her belly bloated with something. She remembered that there had been a scent, and the moment she sniffed the air again, it hit her like a freight train. One moment, she had almost been panicking, the next she was giggling as all worries were flushed out of her head by another wave of arousal. Suddenly, she was acutely aware of how good her sloppy pussy felt just being there, and a hand wandered down to caress the mound.

She felt slimy, but in a good way. A pair of fingers spread her folds, and a third slipped inside, enjoying the sensation of being so very full as globs of cum leaked from her well-used hole. The feeling was a little alien, a little unfamiliar. Degrading, yet so exquisite, as the rush of pleasure – her entire body trembling as she explored herself hungrily – brought back kaleidoscopic memories of everything that had transpired. She remembered cocks in every hole, and all the throbbing, the head-spinning pleasure.

She opened her eyes again, looking around the cave. There was that strange creature – the apparent mother of all these wonderfully sexy little lizards – half asleep at the moment. It wasn’t until now that Ophelia realized that the Salazzapult’s belly looked rather swollen, as if pregnant. Then again, that only made sense. How could she not be pregnant if the Salandits took care of her even half as well as they’d satisfied every need she never knew she had before today?

Ophelia, once again, didn’t know it, but there was more than just being bred to what was happening, though. The pheromones had forced the kobold into a heat that would last for as long as she remained under its influence, regardless of whether she was pregnant or not. Furthermore, the Salandits’ cum was transformative. It would be a while before she noticed anything, but even now, her very genetic code was slowly being rewritten, changing her to be more compatible, and more importantly better able to continue perpetuating Estelle's favored flavor of corruption. Not that she had any plans to let Ophelia go yet; not until she had contributed her fair share of eggs to the harem.

For Ophelia, days turned into weeks and then months, or at least she thought they did; it was difficult to tell how much time passed when entire days were spent in pure sexual revelry. A few days stood out, like when she first noticed that her belly was starting to grow. At that point she didn’t really remember that she had been on the pill when she first arrived here, and so it felt perfectly natural. Of course she was pregnant with how many times she had gotten inseminated without even a thought of protection. Looking down at her body, she also realized that her breasts were shrinking ever so slightly. She’d have expected them to swell with a pregnancy, but Ophelia simply spread her legs for the next horny Salandit in line, moaning happily as he rutted another load of cum into her. The thought that she was slowly becoming more like them never occurred to her. The Salazzapult didn’t have breasts at all despite her fecundity.

The next moment that she could definitely recall start to finish was when she laid her first clutch. It was sudden; one moment she was happily nursing on a Salandit’s cock, and the next she was panting and wheezing, spasms unlike anything she had ever felt before reverberating through her body. That moment wasn’t without pleasure either, and although she initially felt a twinge of fear at what she instinctively knew was about to happen, Estelle was there immediately to dull that fear with a concentrated dose of her pheromones. In seconds, she went from anxious gasping to moaning as those inner ripples morphed into something more akin to a prolonged orgasm as her body worked on pushing the eggs out. From that moment on, it was a completely painless process that left her feeling exhausted yet deeply content in a maternal way as she curled up around a pile of yellow eggs. Just like her own body, despite her fur growing shorter and sleeker, until it was only a thin layer of fuzz covering her smooth scaly skin.

The next few times she laid an egg or several were nothing like the first. It quickly became second nature to her, simply something she did between the endless orgies and mind-melting orgasms. Everything became even more blurry at that point, and she never even noticed her formerly yellow body developing the purple lines characteristic of any Salazzle, as they snaked down along the curve of her diminished breasts and her widened, fertile hips. Not even when she traced her fingers along them did she really register that anything was different. This was how she had always looked, wasn’t it?

Even her eyes changed color, fading from their original greenish-blue into a vibrant purple, just like the markings, and just like the pheromone-gas that always lingered in the air. After a month or so, it was emanating from her, too, driving the Salandits even into even more of a sexual frenzy_,_ where she’d often spend entire days taking care of their masculine needs just as they took care of her need to be constantly fertilized, the pile of yellow eggs in the corner of the den growing and growing.

Finally, there was what was perhaps the most well-defined memory of all. One day, her eggs began to hatch, and at that moment everyone stopped. Even the Salazzapult, normally happy to simply lounge and watch things unfold floated over to watch the process. The eggs cracked slowly, but once they did, a whole new kind of fully mature Salandit crawled out, already fully mature, having reached breeding age within those protective shells. They were yellow, just like her, and unlike the ghostly ones that Estelle had laid, they had all four legs. The Salazzapult smiled knowingly; her plan to introduce some fresh, if still corrupted, blood into her harem proving to be quite successful.

When the eggs had all hatched, she rewarded the kobold with another intense blast of pheromones, and she slumped to the ground, drooling absentmindedly. She was nothing but a puppet for her mistress to control, and right now, Estelle wanted to introduce her to one of the more supposedly forbidden pleasures that she herself delighted in. Ophelia did notice that her offspring, the yellow Salandits, looked needy, just like the ones that had been using her all this time.

But she couldn’t, right? That was one thought she could remember having. Surely the Salazzapult would take care of them. They were her offspring, after all, and though both needy and eager with those beautiful rock-hard cocks, she couldn’t actually let them mate with her.

And yet, with Estelle exerting her control over the kobold, she quickly found herself crawling onto all fours to bare her leaking sex for them. This time, the Salazzapult herself joined her, just as horny and eager to try out the new additions to her harem, with the two presenting themselves side by side and Estelle pressing her snout against Ophelia’s encouragingly.

Ophelia would never have chosen to let her own offspring mount her, but she was little more than a puppet at that point, her body obeying the desires of her quiet mistress rather than her own. Her thick tail flicked out of the way as the first yellow Salandit nuzzled at the pussy that had laid his egg all those weeks ago.

Another approached Estelle, this one with an almost reverential look of lust in his eyes. At the barest little twitch of her hips, he leapt on top of her, thrusting deep into the matriarch’s fertile body. She gave a hiss of pleasure, and at that moment, her control over Ophelia briefly wavered.

Ophelia didn’t move, though. Maybe a past version of her would have, preferring not to get bred again and again. But there wasn’t much left of her. She had lost most of her old self in the throes of pleasure, perhaps never to emerge again from the boundless hedonism that was being part of the harem. She felt more comfortable on four legs than two with how much her limbs had changed. Her fur was thin and her hips wide, and the markings on her belly had grown pronounced enough that she produced her own alluring scent at full potency. This version of Ophelia didn’t want to move, knowing that this was exactly where she belonged; getting bred side by side with her mistress.

And so, rather than moving, the growing tassels attached to her hips snaked out to caress her son’s head to show him that she was ready. That was all it took; one moment he was sniffing at her, and the next he pounced, grabbing onto Ophelia’s wide hips with his front paws – oh, how she had missed that feeling – and clumsily thrust, jabbing his cock against her sodden folds again and again until, inevitably, one of his cocks hit its mark and was forced deep into her in one carnal thrust.

She moaned happily. The Salandit’s cock felt amazing inside her, even better than any of the previous times with the ghostly Salandits. It was exactly the right size to stretch her as wide as she could painlessly stretch, and the pleasure once again dissipated any remaining doubt. Of course she’d mate freely with her own offspring!

It was at that moment, as her “son” worked up a pace of quick, sharp thrusts that she truly became part of the harem, just like the others. At that point, any hesitation was gone. She wanted to be bred; she needed to be swollen with eggs, clenching eagerly around the yellow Salandit’s cock as she and Estelle got rutted side by side, with more of the yellow ones hatching and immediately getting ready to take their turns. In no time at all – their youth did, after all, leave them rather excitable – Ophelia groaned with joy as her womb received its first warm, plentiful spurts of incestuous cum, and she in turn accepted it eagerly. More than eagerly. She moaned out for more, refusing to let any of them use her mouth and demanding, with her pheromonal control, that every single Salandit unload in her fertile cunt instead.

Next to her, Estelle was moaning in sweet harmony with her, not only at the sensation of being filled and bred yet again, but at how well her newest project had turned out. The kobold had almost no inhibitions left at all, not with the yellow Salandits fucking what little remained out of her.

And so it continued well into the night, until the small hours. When each and every egg had hatched and each new Salandit had emptied their balls into either Ophelia or Estelle, both females incoherent from so much pleasure as they laid face down in their blankets. Ophelia was in a stranger state still. She felt so utterly, deeply relaxed, and yet, something was gnawing at her, something even stronger than the constant desire.

She didn’t think much about it yet, but the feeling grew stronger inside her, a desire for something more once again.

Sometime in the early morning, with her womb stuffed full of incestuous cum, the other harem members began to relax and eventually fall asleep, one by one, with Ophelia only kept awake by the sheer thrill of what she had just done. She didn’t regret any of it, and yet, for the first time in weeks, she could feel the slightest bit in control of herself again. Woozily, she glanced over at the Salazzapult that had quickly become her mistress, her owner, and realized something.

This was her chance to escape. Did she want to escape? Ophelia – gods, she could just barely remember her name, and looking at her hands it felt like they belonged to someone else entirely – felt the Salazzapult’s control over her fade as she, for once, seemingly fell asleep before the changed kobold did, cuddled up with dozens of the horny but spent Salandits. Ophelia turned to face the den entrance, the earliest light of morning illuminating the outside world that she hadn’t seen for well over a month. It felt like she should step out there, a strange urge compelling her to immediately seek out Freya again and let her know she was safe. And… something else.

It felt strange and a little scary to have some agency again, and so, bearing the burden of having to make her own choices. Yet, there was now a burning drive within her, the natural next step of having become a Salazzle hybrid herself, some fiercely dominant – if faint – spark inside her quickly taking root and growing brighter.

Ophelia stumbled onto her feet, taking a few clumsy steps, being careful not to wake anyone up. Her legs were still wobbly from how many times she had gotten fucked last night, and she was no doubt pregnant with another clutch of eggs. So distracted was she with those sensations that she never noticed that the Salazzapult who had all but used her as a puppet for the entirety of the last month cracked an eye open when she wasn’t looking, grinning at the now thoroughly-corrupted kobold slowly working up the courage to leave and, perhaps unknowingly, establish her own den somewhere else. Perhaps with that other female whose scent the Pokémon hybrid had caught on her. Yet, she’d need some help.

One of the many Salandits – this one yellow like her – ran after her with their queen’s permission, the pheromones thinning out for the first time in as long as he could remember. After all, you couldn't expect two females to lead a successful harem together. Ophelia didn’t even think about it, still picturing them as part of her pack, her clan, her… family. But she was ready. She had to start a family of her own.

What remained of her torn dress barely fit her anymore. It was too loose around her chest and far too tight around her hips. Yet, Ophelia still pulled it over her body as she left what had become her life for the last month behind. The forest looked strange, too, full of new scents that her altered senses perceived differently. Finding her way back to the mansion wasn’t hard as the sun rose, illuminating first the overgrown, ragged path, and then the well-kept one that led her back to safety, back to where everything had begun.

By now, of course, everyone had gone home. They had gone home long ago, and being so far out in the countryside, the only person left was the groundskeeper, an old wolf who greeted Ophelia with shock and awe when he spotted her.

“Miss Ophelia! You’re alright? Gods, they’ve been looking for you. Everyone has been looking for you! What happened? Should I call the police?” he asked in a flurry of questions, evidently recognizing her despite her more Salazzle-like appearance.

“No, it's alright... nothing happened, I'm fine,” the corrupted kobold replied. Still a little dazed, at least her thoughts were beginning to flow more clearly again. “You can just take me home, if you'd please.”

“But your dress! It’s all stained, and- wait, what’s that thing following you?” the wolf gestured at her companion Salandit. He took a deep breath, already having his phone out, but then expression suddenly grew confused as he caught a lungful of Ophelia’s new pheromones. His eyes glazed over. “…y-yes, mistress, I’ll drive you home?”

He looked like he wasn’t sure what he had just said but, engulfed in the thin purple mist that the changed kobold had just released into the air around them, it seemed perfectly logical to obey Ophelia without a second thought. Immediately, he went to fetch his car – an older station wagon, nothing fancy – and minutes later he pulled up in front of the her.

With a sly smile, she hopped into his car – he obediently held the door open, fully determined to please the kobold despite only knowing her by reputation – and then drove her the long way back to the city, all the way to her house. Ophelia realized that she could really get used to having these powers.

“Good boy,” Ophelia told him, and his tail wagged against the seat almost thankfully. “If I need you again, I’ll call you.”

Happy that his service had been acknowledged, the wolf drove off again, returning to his duties. The moment that Ophelia stepped inside, her partner was waiting for her. The ferret rushed over without even noticing any changes and hugged her tightly. The Salandit stayed just out of view of her for a moment.

“Where have you been?” she asked, eyes wide. “Gods, everyone thought you’d been lost in the forest or maybe kidnapped by someone at the party! The cops have already been here like a dozen times! We’ll have to tell them that you're safe! What happened?”

“We’ll tell them, I’d just like to relax a little first,” Ophelia replied in a quiet little whisper. “I’m alright. More than alright, I think.”

“What do you mean?” Freya asked. “And… and you look a little… different?” she added, suddenly realizing that she couldn’t feel the kobold’s usual breasts pressed against her own.

“Shh,” Ophelia hushed her, and then pressed her lips against Freya’s. She melted into the kiss, before even breathing in Ophelia's pheromone-laden air. Their tongues tangled at first, but then, Freya found herself feeling woozy enough that the kiss had to break, the ferret slumping against her girlfriend. “It was all for the better, really.”

“W-what do you mean? I’m- I’m- what’d you dooo,” Freya moaned limply as she was guided back to their bedroom and onto the bed. The horny little Salandit scuttled after them, closing the door with its tail. “I feel all… feel really weird.”

“You’ll feel better in just a moment, just keep breathing,” Ophelia smiled, slowly filling the room with her intoxicating scent as she pulled her partner’s skirt down past her hips, and then to her panties. “We’re going to be so good together like this. We’re going to lay so many eggs, we just need to change you a little first.”

The tassels around her tail coiled around Freya’s legs, slowly easing them apart, and to no surprise whatsoever, she found that the ferret was already soaking wet, just like she had been by the time the first Salandit had sunk into her. “I brought a little friend to help,” she murmured, and then stepped aside, revealing her “son” to Freya.

She stared, barely able to focus, only recognizing that it was some kind of lizard. The pheromone-haze wouldn’t let her worry about it, and just like Ophelia before her, she instead only gazed at it with a kind of detached, horny curiosity. Ophelia climbed up on the bed and cuddled up to her lover, nodding towards the Salandit as she traced her fingers through the ferret’s fur before letting them settle on her belly.

“W-what-” was all that Freya could muster as the Salandit moved into position with that characteristic, sly grin of his. Two cocks jutted out from his crotch, hard and ready to do their duty.

“We’ll both need to be pregnant if we’re going to start a proper den,” Ophelia smiled, planting another aphrodisiac-laden kiss on Freya’s lips. “So just relax and let him get you there. They’re such wonderful lovers, you’ll be knocked up before you know it.”

“P-pregnant? But we-” she stuttered, though the sweet pheromones were making her body ache with a burning need between her legs as she stared at the Salandit’s twin cocks. “I’m on the… the pill.”

“That won’t matter,” Ophelia smiled. As she had learned firsthand, these critters easily overcame any kind of protection. Once again, her fingers brushed through Freya’s fur. This time, they left a purple stripe where she touched, the typical markings of a Salazzle. The ferret squirmed, feeling out of it and quite unsure what was happening except that she was apparently about to become a mother.

A mother. She had never planned for that. It'd never come up in any conversations with Ophelia for as long as they'd been together. And now, it was going to happen, with her corrupted lover helping ensure it, even changing her body to be perfect for both being bred and able to charm any male into fucking her full of his cum.

“You can go ahead and fuck her full of eggs now,” Ophelia smiled, her grin lopsided and her expression seductive as she leaned in once more to plant her lips against Freya’s, wanting to not only hear but feel her moan as she was bred and corrupted in turn, the kobold’s pheromones already beginning their work, just as potent – if not more so – than Estelle’s.

“Mmph-!” Freya moaned in half-hearted protest as she felt the warm, firm tip of the Salandit’s cock tease her lips. Unlike Ophelia, who was entirely bisexual, she leaned more towards women. Of course, in the heat of the moment and with her mind swimming and spiraling with pleasure, that preference might as well not have existed at all.

And so, the Salandit who had left to help Ophelia start her own harem thrust deep into Freya’s damp sex. The ferret’s eyes shot wide open at the sudden intrusion, but she was quickly soothed by Ophelia’s tongue wrestling with hers. Just as when Ophelia had first gotten seduced and corrupted, there was that brief moment of clarity at realizing what was about to happen. At least, part of what was about to happen; she didn’t notice the purple markings slowly beginning to appear on her body as the more concentrated doses of aphrodisiac pheromones that Ophelia filled her lungs with got to work – along with the Salandit’s cum, to be introduced into her receptive body soon – restructuring the very essence of her body into something better, something hornier.

She still found herself torn, feeling that bare and slick, bare cock begin to spear into her in a steady but surprisingly gentle rhythm. Each thrust was like a shot of pleasure that reverberated through her very core, and it was quickly eroding what little self-control Freya still possessed.

“W-what’s… happening? What are you doooing?” she moaned, looking pleadingly at Ophelia. Only now did she really notice how different her beloved girlfriend looked. She had been in too much of a rush to embrace her when she first returned and hadn’t seen the obvious danger.

“We’re starting our own den,” Ophelia smiled. Her fingers pinched one of Freya’s nipples. “Isn’t it wonderful? You’re going to be such a good mommy with me. So many eggs and so many sexy Salandits to breed us both.”

“We… are?” Freya groaned. It made sense, in a way. A bare cock was pistoning into her. That was how you did if you wanted to have kids. She hadn’t consented to any of it, but her body certainly had, her sex soaking wet and squeezing tightly around the strange little critter’s shaft. It made perfect sense. She couldn’t remember wanting kids before, but when Ophelia said it out loud, it was as if the words seared themselves into her mind along with the corruption.

She pictured herself full of eggs. Another thump of the lasciviously smiling Salandit’s cock inside her body cemented the thought in her head. Of course she wanted to start a den and be a beautiful, dominant broodmother, always full of eggs. It was what she had always wanted, wasn’t it?

“Yesss, it’s what we’ve both always wanted,” Ophelia hissed with pleasure, embracing her trembling partner tightly as she manipulated the defenseless ferret’s thoughts and kissed her again, breathing another mind-melting dose of aphrodisiacs directly into her lungs, and that was the last bump that she needed to break down all resistance. Her mind felt like it snapped, only in the most pleasurable way, her pussy clenching hard as the ecstasy of it all intensified a dozenfold.

By the time the kiss broke, a thin strand of saliva still connecting their lips, she was already moaning and squirming, submitting fully to her new role as the thoughts Ophelia filled her mind with became who she was.

The Salandit was in a frenzy, too, rutting into her rougher and faster like an animal, his wispy tail wagging rapidly as he drew closer to fulfilling his duty and finalizing the corruption of yet another person into a sexy, fertile Salazzle-hybrid.

“He’s about to cum,” Ophelia crooned. “Mmh, I think I’ll have him fuck me with the other cock next.”

Not that she wasn’t already pregnant with incestuous offspring. She just wanted to share the moment with her beloved partner.

“D-do it! Breed me!” Freya moaned, utterly lost in the pleasure of the moment. Even as the Salandit raced towards his climax, her hips were already widening, preparing themselves to lay endless clutches of eggs the way a ferret like herself was never meant to. And then she got what she begged for.

With a hiss of pleasure, the Salandit drove his cock deep into her. Ophelia’s hand drove to caress the very root of his shaft, pressing her fingers against it to feel that first throb as he inseminated and fertilized her love.

And there it was. That almost beautiful first throb as a gush of cum jetted into the ferret’s body, immediately overpowering the protection she was on. Freya threw her head back at the sensation, barely able to gasp at all, and Ophelia felt her clenching in needy rhythm too, matching each spasm of the Salandit’s breeding rod. That final seeding both intensified and then cemented her transformation, the vibrant purple streaks over her belly becoming permanent and her breasts shrinking away almost entirely – the mass of them shifted to her maternal hips instead – no longer needed or optimal for fertility.

She came so hard that she saw stars, her vision broken up by glowing pinpricks of light as she, just as Ophelia had before her, succumbed fully to the corruption. It felt good to let go of everything; of her career, of any other hopes and dreams she had besides being fucked and pregnant as often as possible. She was convulsing with the pleasure of it all, her entire body feeling like a live wire as she was thoroughly filled and bred.

“Thank you,” she whispered, and Ophelia rubbed her belly, right where it’d first swell in a week or two. Soon after that, they’d lay their clutches, and only a little after that they’d be bred by their very own offspring, again and again, as they expanded their new harem. Maybe they’d bring in more of their friends and corrupt them into more submissive breeders, too.

Ophelia had experienced a lot of successes in her life, but they all paled in comparison to that singular moment when she had decided to ignore all common sense and follow a strange scent deep into the woods, she thought happily, snuggling up to the love of her life and sharing a sloppy kiss as the Salandit pulled out and promptly lined his cock up with Ophelia’s well-used and needy slit, ready to ensure that if she wasn’t pregnant yet, she would be by the time the day was over.

She moaned as her body yielded wetly once more, letting her pheromones waft out as a lure for any potential new additions to their family.