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Most of my naps seem to be interrupted, but this time the knocking was particularly fast and hard. Whoever was outside of my cart clearly wanted my attention as quickly as possible, and as frustrated as I was at being roused only moments before fall asleep, it did probably mean a customer, so I could only complain so much.

Opening the door mid-knock presented me with a red and black fox woman dressed in some form of robes with a pointed hat and swiftly recovering from almost losing her balance from the force of her knocking. The next thing to hit me before I could even open my beak was an overwhelming, face-punching dose of female sexual musk, the smell coming off her in waves, her flushed cheeks - showing from under her fur - and panting breath making it obvious she’d read my sign and what she’d come here for.

“You’re open right now, right? Kind of need you to be open right now.”

“Uh, yes, I suppose I’m open right now. What can I help you with?”

By now the pheromones she was pouring into the air were starting to really get to me, and I’m not even the same species. Something had to be going on here, because there are heat cycles and strong heat cycles but the amount of biological imperative trying to convince me to breed this fox combined with the overpowering smell of female arousal was making it seem like I had four on my doorstep and not just her.

“I need help with my heat, I saw you help with that, so I need that help fast! Something went...wrong when I was working with some potions.” She glanced away briefly in what looked like embarrassment as she admitted that.

“What kind of potions are we talking about here?” I led her inside and shut the door, leading her over to the low padded bed I used for my work.

“So...I was trying to brew something to suppress my heat this season, and I think I got some ingredients mixed up or something because it got worse. A LOT worse. It’s driving me nuts and I can’t concentrate on anything!”

“Well, I can guarantee you relief even from a chemically enhanced heat, so soon you’ll be back to normal!”

“Great, let’s get this over with,” she said before plopping her rear on the bed, lying back with legs spread, and flipping up her robe to display herself to me.

Definitely was not worried about tact. Judging by how soaked she looked now that I was getting a good look, I could certainly see why. I had no idea what was in that potion she took, but clearly it was nothing to be fooled around with, because she looked like she’d been masturbating for hours before coming to see me. Come to think of it, she very well might have. She scooted back and forth a few times on the table before looking at me questioningly.

“Uh - this table seems kinda big. A little too big. Can’t even reach the - uh - headrest.”

“Yeah, most of my clients tend to be...bigger. Dragons and other large creatures. Might have seen the size of my wagon. I have to be able to get my ‘hands on the problem’, so to speak, and that’s kind of hard to do with females my own size.”

“Oh, that’s no problem at all!”

The staff I’d barely noticed her come in with was in her paw and aimed at me before I had time to move or even squawk in alarm, and then my comfortably oversized wagon was suddenly becoming a lot more oversized than before. At the point I was half her height, the alarming feeling shift finally stopped and I was just left tiny and disgruntled on the floor, glaring at her while she stared back as if she couldn’t see a problem.

“I...you really need to work on your concept of boundaries. You can’t just shrink someone without warning like that.”

“You said you needed to be smaller. I made you smaller. Stop bitching and get on with it, come on!”

So now I’d been woken up from my nap, bossed around, and shrunk to half my size. I was already not very happy with this encounter, and I was halfway starting to suspect she might be considering trying to skip out on my fee since I was too small to stop her. If it weren’t for the fact that she wouldn’t be the only one playing a trick, I might have been more offended, but as it was I think I was going to be coming out of this fairly well compensated.

I hopped up on the table in my now much smaller body, sat on my haunches directly in front of her hot and dripping crotch, and whispered the incantation to the bracelet on my foreleg that would shorten the claws on my scaly forefeet down to small nubs so I wouldn’t scratch anything delicate. Predictably, I saw her sit back up and watch as the violet wisps from the gems in my bracelet sunk into my own flesh and did their work.

“Oh, you’re a magic user too? That’s kinda neat, actually”

“Yes, but mine does happen to be limited and doesn’t apply to shrinking, so I hope you’re prepared to return me to full size after this. I don’t want to have to go find another mage I’ll have to pay to fix me.”

“Yeah, I’ll fix you when we’re done, sure.”

Not the most convincing statement, but it only made it more satisfying when I balled up one talon and pressed it against her drooling opening, quickly applying force until it slipped past her small lips and deep inside of her with a loud yelp passing her lips. As frustrating as it was to have been made tiny without my consent, it was definitely making this far easier than I expected it to be when she first came in. I pushed my foreleg in almost to the elbow with my smaller size before it bumped her cervix and I felt her twitch slightly and emit a soft grunt. My arm was soaked and her internal warmth was almost oppressive with how uncomfortably aroused she was.

Now that it was buried deep inside of her, she wouldn’t be able to see what my next set of incantations were going to do. I whispered them one by one, sending ethereal tendrils sinking into her intimate flesh, making it unusually pliable, deadening pain, and preventing any bleeding from cuts. The final one extended the pointer claw on my right forelimb currently buried deep inside her, and sharpened it. I experimentally rubbed my scaly toes together to check I did it right, and I could feel that small bladed claw now ready to do its work, so I shifted myself closer and got down on my body so I could move my arm around better.

I gingerly pressed that sharpened claw through her cervix, the normally tight and uncomfortable barrier more easy to push through now that my magic had sunken in, and I soon had that entire toe sunk into her womb to the joint. Having done that, I curled it down and pressed it into the flesh of her womb directly behind her cervix, and felt it prick right through easily. I then began to rotate my arm to slowly cut around in a circle, separating her womb from her cervix little by little, eventually having to roll over on my back to get the right angle to finish the job and leave all the parts that were causing her such agony right now loose and ready for the next part.

I steepled my toes and pushed my whole talon through, which allowed me to grab her detached womb in the tips of my toes, and I slowly started to pull backwards, feeling her now massively gaped cervix pass over my knuckles and allow the thick, meaty pouch I now held to start to pull back, the flesh holding it and her fallopian tubes in place gradually giving way and allowing me to extract my prize. Once my talon was free, it was fairly easy to draw out her womb after it and leave it warm and delicious looking on my table, but I still had two more culprits to take care of to fully stop this heat.

So far, the witch was emitting the occasional grunt or gasp at the strange sensations she was feeling, but as much as she occasionally seemed like she was going to sit back up and ask me questions, she also seemed afraid that that would deny the relief she so desperately craved. She was already partway to receiving said relief, though I would hopefully be able to hide away my treats before she sat up and saw them. I couldn’t risk doing that right now because she might sit up to see what the delay was, so I had to quietly stress about it and keep going.

That in mind, I pushed my talon back inside, this time having easy passage up her vagina and far less resistance from her cervix. With my talon back through, it was a fairly simple matter to find the two slightly oval shaped and bumpy ovaries still tucked safely inside. Going for the left one first, I took it gently in my toes and pulled it back toward her cervix until it popped free from its lodging and was smoothly extracted. I dropped that warm and delicious little morsel next to her womb and then went back in for the right one, applying the same gentle tension until it came loose, but this time went a little differently.

As I was pulling my talon back and it popped past her cervix, my knuckles were also lined up so they ground straight up into her g-spot, and she climaxed. Explosively. With a loud squeal she gushed a fairly substantial torrent over my arm, the parts I’d just extracted, and me, which was made even worse for my feathers by my small size meaning she got pretty much all of my chest plumage. Her butt bounced up and down a few times as she convulsed, and I kind of felt guilty just leaving her hanging, so I gave her clit a few rubs which just made her squeal again and squirt out a little bit more before falling limp and just panting.

This was perfect! She was wiped out from that explosive climax, and now I’d be able to enjoy my meal quickly, pretend to be more upset about her inevitably running out without paying me, and she’d be none the wiser until her heat magically didn’t come back next year, by which point I’d have moved to another province entirely and she’d hopefully never find me. It was with that final thought that I picked up her still-warm womb with the tubes still dangling off of it, tossed it up into my beak, and she sat up and looked directly at me.

Shit. Shit shit shit. How in the hell did she just recover that fast?

“Hey, what the fuck are you doing?!”

Well, this was not going in a direction I wanted. I literally couldn’t even respond to her because her uterus was sitting on top of my tongue with my beak still hanging open, and if she had any knowledge at all of anatomy, which she probably did, she knew exactly what it was and exactly what I had just done. And she was holding a staff that I had no idea what she could do with, other than that she’d just shrunk me down to half size so quickly and easily I didn’t even have time to object. There was only one thing that popped in my head, and I closed my beak, swallowed my admittedly delicious mouthful, and said it.

“Were you going to pay me, or just leave because I was too small to stop you?”

She had been about to yell more, but now closed her snout and glared, a bit of a pout showing on her lips. I could tell by the slight twitching of that staff that she really wanted to come after me, but her eyes glanced over to my bracelet and she seemed to remember what I’d been able to do with it so far without her even realizing, and that realization seemed to calm her down a bit.

“I mean, besides, I got you off didn’t I? I don’t even provide that as a service, so you technically got a freebie.”

“Fine, whatever, I’ll just grow them back anyway.”

“...what? Nope, nevermind, I guess that’s good news. Well, since you weren’t going to pay me anyway, you want to at least turn me back to full size since I gave you a nice time?” Just to be catty, I tossed both her ovaries into my beak and made sure she saw them there before I closed it and swallowed them, closing my eyes and letting out a purring chirp of contentment.

“You’re lucky that damn heat is gone, or I would turn you into something really ugly.”

She aimed the staff at me again, and with an unpleasant sensation of vertigo my cart and my unwilling client both returned to their normal scale around me. Unfortunately, that seemed to also keep the mess she’d made of my breast feathers scale up with them, so now I somehow ended up with even more feminine juices to have to clean out and preen after she left.

“Appreciate it.”

“Yeah...thanks, I guess.”

She got up off my table, uncomfortably re-arranged her robes, and let herself out, walking a bit bow-legged from the workout her groin just took over the last several minutes. I, meanwhile, looked back over my wet and rapidly becoming sticky table, the cold and clammy mess on my feathers, and let out an explosive sigh. I supposed that could have gone a lot worse, but it was going to take at least half an hour to preen my breast and my cart was going to smell like her cum for hours. All things considered, not a bad “sale”, I guess.