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Fifi Seizes Control

For SuperDuperDog

By Draconicon

Fifi suited her name: pink-furred, poofy, and more than a bit flowery looking, she was the epitome of canine femininity and a picture of grace and pomp. The side that most people didn't get to see, however, was her witching side, something that she kept a bit more hidden.

Not completely, of course, as that would have defeated the point of making a living by being a witch, but it was less obvious. She didn't flaunt it by wearing black or cackling out loud, nor did she go about cursing everyone and their dogs with some horrendous spell or other out of sheer vindictiveness. If anything, she held her magic back, keeping it in her back pocket, so to speak, saving it for the business side of things.

Unfortunately, that meant that people believed that she'd be an easy target. Sometimes bullies, often clerics, and other times...thieves.

"Not again," Fifi muttered as she rounded the side of her little hut, finding the garden occupied once more. "I moved out of the city to stop people from pulling this sort of thing..."

Not that it had done more than middling good. She still got thieves from time to time, and the dress-wearing poodle dealt with them as best she could. Better fences, stricter spells...and more dangerous plants.

In this case, the plants had been responsible for catching the thief. Fifi walked around the fencing for her garden, opening the gate as she studied the canine in the vine grip of a few flowers. He was reasonably tall, with a hint of pink amidst his white fur. Not enough to look flamboyant, but enough to make her feel that he might lean 'that way.'

She approached him slowly, the beginnings of a spell in one hand as she walked around him. She needn't have worried, however. His eyes were clearly hazed over, and there was little chance of him coming out of his trance without outside help.

"Well, at least you didn't take anything..."

Fifi lifted her hand, about to cast a release spell, but stopped before the first syllable could leave her mouth. The poodle hesitated, then slowly brought her hand back down.

Now that she thought about it, why should she release him? He was a thief, after all, and he had broken into her property while she was away. That was criminal, criminal enough that even the city guards would take her side on the matter.

And it wasn't like he would be punished by the city or by anyone else. They'd shake him down for goods, give them back, but she was a witch. She was outside of further protections.

So, why not take the matter into her own hands?

The more she thought about it, the more Fifi liked the idea. She smiled, reaching out to pat her flowers on the petals ever so gently.

"Let him go."

They did, and she took the wolf by the tail, pulling him along towards her hut. She had a lot of work ahead of her.

Once the potion was mostly-brewed, she used a silver knife to cut away the wolf's clothing. It didn't take long to leave him in nothing but a pair of boxers - pink, just as she had assumed - and it was enough to make her smile. He had a lovely physique, but that wasn't going to save him.

The witch poodle poured some of the bubbling potion into a cup, gently tilting the hazy-faced wolf upwards so that he could drink it. The bubbling pink goo touched his lips, and he groaned under his breath.

Whatever struggles the half-hypnotized creature could summon weren't enough to stop the goo that she poured down his throat. She pinched his nose, giving it a little shake, and he soon swallowed the thick potion. He groaned, his head lolling off to the side on his pillow, and she leaned in to whisper to him.

"Whatever you were, thief, soon you'll be someone far more useful to me."

She stroked his cheek, looking him up and down. The pink goo he'd swallowed was already showing in his throat, pushing out and staining the white fur a deeper pink, and she smiled as it started to spread up and down the other dog's neck.

"Soft, smooth, poofy, bouncy...That's what you are."

"That's...what I...am..."

He repeated it so obediently that she almost had to laugh. Fifi stifled the giggle into her palm, watching as white fur started to clump, some of it falling away while others started to poof out. The wolf's ears dropped slightly, pom poms weighing them down and getting thicker and thicker as they grew outward.

She bounced them, playing with them as the wolf's fur continued to turn from white to pink, a heavy, red pink that would be impossible to mistake for any other color. Fifi smiled, using her fingers to guide some of the grooming going on, making sure that the transforming canine got the right style at the end of things.

"You are a bouncy, prancing poodle."

"Bouncy...prancing...poodle..."

"Your world is pink. Pink. Pink. Soft and pink and, dare I say, gay."

"Pink...pink...gay..."

"Just like you."

"Just like...like me..."

The wolf didn't groan or grunt in defiance, either, merely turning his head to the left, then right, then left again, more like he was trying to settle to something rather than like he was fighting it. It was rather cute, in its own way, like he was trying to figure out what was happening to him in trance.

Not that he would, she felt. Not when he was that far down.

Some of those muscles were fading, too, his arms becoming less dense, less intimidating, less 'manly' than they had been. All that mass had to go somewhere, and it all seemed to go into his new fur coat, making it nice and thick and bouncy, ever so fashionable. She smiled, helping to shape it into a ruff of sorts around the chest, as well as in lovely, bouncing bracelets around the thief's wrists.

He was becoming quite the outstanding poodle, but she still needed to work on a few more traits. She walked down to the other end of the bed she'd put him in, rubbing his paws to make them a little more slender, her magic shaping him into something more prance-y, more bouncy, someone incapable of moving without a swish.

"That's it. You're enjoying it now, aren't you? A new way of thinking. A new way of being. A nice, swishy, bouncy sort of life," she said.

"Mmm..."

"Let the wolf out. Let the poodle in."

"Wolf out...poodle in..."

"Wolf out, poodle in. Keep saying it. Keep saying it..."

"Wolf out...poodle in...wolf out...poodle in..."

A good mantra, she thought. Rather proud of herself, Fifi continued the gradual transformation, working the new pink fur into the appropriate pom-poms along the wolf's body, including taking his tail and stripping it of all the rest of his fur. It needed to have a little bouncy ball on the end - okay, a large bouncy ball on the end - or it would look all wrong.

A little more fluff there, some more swish there, a bit of curve thrown into those hips to keep him bouncing along. Yes, that would all do very well. It would make sure that he stayed focused on getting dick rather than stealing from her, too.

"And just to make sure that it all sticks properly..."

Fifi put the smaller legs back on the bed, walking back to the head. She laid her hands on the sides of the much-changed wolf's noggin, giving it a little rub.

"Now, little poodle. And you are a little poodle."

"Little poodle...am a...little poodle..."

"Yes, yes, you are. Now, little poodle. The best thing about a good dog is...?"

"..."

"Loyalty."

"Best thing...loyalty."

"Yes, loyalty. And a good poodle, a good dog, serves their mistress, don't they?"

"Yes...serve mistress..."

"From now on, I will be your mistress. And that means?"

"Serve...you..."

"Good boy."

She smiled, rubbing the poodle's chin, giving him a little scratch along the side of his neck. The pink dog turned his head, eagerly giving space for the scratching and the petting, happily submitting to her.

Fifi chuckled, shaking her head as she looked him over. For a moment or two, she was tempted to warp his cock down a few sizes, but she decided to leave that be. After all, it didn't hurt to have eye candy in the shack, and besides, he was gay. What was he going to do to her with it?

The poodle rubbed his head lightly, helping the zonked poodle down into a full sleep. By the time the potion had bubbled down in the fireplace, the once-wolf was completely out of it, and a well-adjusted poodle lay in his place.

Hopefully, he'll be a bit more useful than the last one, she thought. Running off after every adventurer that passed by, letting them steal my stuff just because they had a hot body...

This time, she remembered the loyalty stuff, so she felt pretty safe.

Pretty safe.

"Sleep well, you horndog," she said, patting his crotch gently as his dick started to rise with a likely dirty dream. "Tomorrow, we are going back into town to replace your wardrobe. Fifi can't have a badly dressed companion now, can she?"

The End