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The clock ticked down to the witching hour. A hooved cheetah anthro in bed laid back and panted heavily as they laid in the darkness on top of a luxurious bed. Their fingers stroked their cock in the shape of a cheetah shaft. Their eyes darted to the clock, and then back to their shaft as they let out a rapid set of moans. They flexed their back, their tail tip wiggled wildly, and they let out a lewd moan as they came near climax, just as the clock chimed midnight. Their own cock transformed into rubber before the cheetah came, denying themselves the satisfaction of an orgasm.

The cheetah anthro panted heavily. Their hands drifted briefly to their thighs as they laid in bliss. "Fuck..." They mumbled under their breath.

After a moment to recover, the hoofed cheetah reached down and pulled up the dildo that was once their cock. Their crotch was now completely smooth with fur and nothing else. The cheetah was careful to avoid touching their nullified crotch, which was still very sensitive to the touch. She gave the dildo a kiss, and smiled. "Thanks for all the time you gave me, Robin." She let out a sigh as she set the dildo down on a nearby nightstand. The dildo gave one twitch, as if it were alive, followed by stillness. The cheetah anthro closed their eyes and drifted to sleep.

Next to the nightstand was a desk with various envelopes addressed to someone in various parts of the world. One of those envelopes addressed to someone named 'Francisco Azinsan' in Hardin, MO.

A few days later...

A familiar hooved cheetah smiled. She leaned forward and happily looked at a gryphon, transformed into a latex sex toy. "We'll see how long you last." They said with a chuckle, knowing the gryphon could no longer hear them. They waved their hands up. "Take them away. You know where they go."

"Of course, Robin." A guard in the room stated as they grabbed the latex gryphon and walked off.

Robin...that was the name she now referred to herself as. She was the owner of the club, and now in that club's office. In her office, she had many dildos, including the very recent dildo she acquired from her bed. She had a cheetah dildo, the most recent one, but she also had one of a horse, a bird, a dog, she seemed to have dildos that belonged to a variety of different creatures, almost as if she was collecting them. The dildos were of various sizes ranging from small and seemingly nonexistent, to a size that horses would envy.

The club office was overseeing the floor beneath them as well. Robin pulled herself up and sighed. She could tell many of the club goers were thrilled, though she looked anything but. Her hands held each other behind her back as her tail swayed slowly. Robin turned to the remaining guard in the room. "I'm going to check on the others. I'll be back shortly."

Robin delicately walked out of the room. Her hooves clacked against the hard floor as she stepped out of the office in her fancy attire and went downstairs. It felt as if she were in an entirely different world compared to the rest of the club as she walked to the hallways, as the club goers did not hesitate to give her room to walk by.

Robin paused at one of the seemingly random rooms that looked identical to most others and peeked inside. She saw two of them in what appeared to be a vacuum rack, one male and one female. One of them was a male horse anthro, a meek looking one with a large cock that jutted out in front, made from rubber as if it were a dildo. They also had an opening behind them for their ass, and one for their mouth. The female, a dog anthro, also had openings in her ass, vagina, and mouth.

Robin walked up to these two and stroked their faces sensually. She knew they could not see, nor could they hear. "You two are a little plain...but I'll take what I can get, I suppose."

Robin brushed against their chins. She closed her eyes briefly, as if attempting to hear them mentally, and chuckled. She snapped her fingers back and stood up. She then walked to other rooms and saw them in the same form that Frysco was in, and two of them in a bed pet form, literally. They weren't pets on the bed, they were literally 'the bed', and resembled giant pets, complete with cunts and mouths small enough for the club goers to do with what they desired.

She reached down to her thigh and gave it a brief stroke as she imagined herself toying with one of them herself. Unable to resist, she put her hand down into her pants and...

"Robin? I hate to disrupt you, but the next candidate is here." A black horse commented, holding onto a clipboard.

Robin turned back to the black horse. "Ah yes, the male red fox from the UK." She pulled her hands away from her crotch quickly and put them behind her back, inches above her tail. She walked back to the dance floor and made her way back to her office. People from the club came all over the world. It wasn't so much that the club was special. Well, in a way the club was special. The club doors were open for anyone in the world to come in.

By the end of what felt like a long day, though time was a bizarre thing within the club, Robin had dealt with, and helped transform seven creatures. As the club goers left the club to go back to their respective homes, the club staff went to work cleaning up everything and having fun with the various inanimate toys. Robin and the same horse from before walked along the hallways, now empty except for the staff members.

"So, you humped most of them, have you not? How well are they holding up?" Robin asked casually.

"Mentally many are begging for release. I can tell a few of them are rather disgusted taking a cock in their ass, or their mouth. It's likely the lion will be the first to drop out overnight. His sanity appears to be at an all-time low when I urinated into his plush mouth."

"It's ALWAYS with the mouth with these creatures." Robin groaned. "Either piss, or cum. It so rarely fails. They'll take anal fine, the women can take vaginally okay, but tasting a cock in their mouth seems to break them."

"Well, it IS a horse cock." The horse replied. "Perhaps if we could..."

Robin held up her hand. "They get more than your cock. If they can't handle being ignored, or the taste of anything that comes from a cock in their mouth or body, I have no interest in them."

"Noted." The horse scribbled down a note. "Is there any particular creature that fancies your interest? I know you did not care about gender, hence why we got a mixture, but species wise?"

Robin peeked in Frysco's room. "Perhaps. Do you know how long gryphons live?"

The horse shook his head. "Longer than average, I am assuming. Is that a critical component for you?"

Robin let out a sigh. "If he can't pass the tests, it doesn't matter. Regardless, I want you to fuck him at least twice a day. See how he fares. You ARE bisexual, aren't you?"

The horse nodded slowly. "I do prefer the female body...but if it's what you request, it's what shall be done. I can see he is alone right now, so I can have some fun with him at this very minute."

"Good. Send me a report after tonight. I want to know how many made it." Robin waved her hand dismissively.

The horse tucked away his clipboard and walked into the room where the inanimate Frysco resided. He closed the door behind him and went to work.

The first and second day came and went quickly. Robin sat in her office doing paperwork while her staff members worked attending to the various objects, once people now inanimate. The horse knocked on Robin's door and opened it up slowly. "It seems two of them can't take it anymore. The isolation and need to climax is just driving them too crazy. Mentally, they sound quite insane."

Robin signed a few more papers before she raised her head. "A pity. We'll have to give them a different position in the club then. If they are already broken..." Robin glanced around. She pulled herself up and walked to the glass panel overseeing the club floor. She pointed to the walls. "Put them on the walls as a painting for others to feel and toy with." She turned her head to the horse. "That should resolve their feeling of isolation."

"And their orgasm denial?" The horse asked.

Robin rolled her eyes. "Why the fuck should they be allowed to orgasm when they're failing the test? Which ones are left?"

"The gryphon, the dog, the other horse, the fox, and I believe that one headed chimera beast. The genders are still a combined male and female." The horse replied. "I will also do as you request." The horse walked out of the office without another word.

Robin sighed and glanced out her glass panels once more. "Well, hopefully at least 'one' of them makes it. Otherwise, we're going to have some difficulties." She turned to her various sets of dildos and smiled softly.

Day by day, the candidates lost the ability to cope mentally with the transformations that they had been put through. Typically, one of two things that caused the candidates to drop out, and that was either the isolation, or when the horse began to get personal and piss in their inanimate mouths. Semen was one thing, piss in their asses or cunts was another, but in their mouths often proved to be too much for most to deal with. After a few days, there were only two candidates remaining, Frysco the gryphon and a female dog anthro. The horse reported it to Robin each day.

During one of these days, Frysco was currently undergoing his change as a tree, whereas the dog was something far more degrading, but something that wouldn't last quite as long. The dog was a urinal in the men's bathroom, transformed to take in piss and taste it for possibly hours on end when they didn't flush. When the men finally did flush, they forced the dog to swallow the piss and experience strong pleasurable sensations, almost like an orgasm, but like Frysco, her body was denied the release of that pleasure.

There was a knock on Robin's door during this same day.

Robin sat in her office with multiple steel balls in her hand. She clacked the balls around as she overlooked the club. "Hm...The gryphon or the dog?" She said to herself. "Either would be acceptable." She turned to the door. "Enter."

The familiar horse stepped inside and bowed his head. "The dog is beginning to lose it." He spoke to Robin. "She really can't handle the constant taste of piss in her mouth."

Robin sighed. "I was considering putting Frysco in that exact same position as the dog. Two urinals side by side, unaware they were competing with one another. It would have been quite a tale. Although from what I have seen, Frysco has been the most comfortable in regard to the peeing thing. I was hoping to get that dog more comfortable, but alas, if she cannot stand it, then I can't use her."

"Shall I pull her out of it before she mentally cracks?" The horse suggested. "Or would you rather I put her through...other trials first?"

Robin dropped the steel balls she held onto the desk. "Yes, I suppose. We will have to give Frysco another form while the final preparations are underway. Still, bring the dog before me. You don't have to turn her back, but 'do' sanitize her given her current...conditions."

The black horse did just as Robin instructed. He walked out of her office and returned about half an hour later with a plain looking urinal in a barrel. "Here she is." The horse looked down at the urinal. "Are you going to give them a form like the others?"

"I suppose it is only fitting." Robin sighed. "I never gave the others an option to pick their form." For each candidate that failed, she transformed him or her into a toy, usually a latex toy, permanent for the club members to enjoy. "However, since she lasted so long, I'll give her the gift of knowledge."

Robin used the magic she had used multiple times on the candidates already. The magic flowed through the urinal in the barrel and began to transform it. The urinal itself began to form a head while the torso reformed. The arms and legs of the furry dog creature did not reappear, though the ability to see and hear did. Her lips reformed, but immediately sealed, preventing her from speaking. She looked like a regular anthropomorphic canine with one set of tits, just shy of a C cup. She looked horrified as she glanced up at Robin and the horse.

"I must say, I'm impressed you made it this far. However, I can tell you're not big on the pissing. I had a feeling you weren't, which is why I had to make you a urinal, just to double check." Robin said with a smile. "Unfortunately, this means you won't be able to help me with my plans, but I am generous. I give all failing candidates a toy form. You handled the isolation incredibly well. At least, that's what my assistant says." She turned to the horse briefly before she looked back down at the dog. "Hm. What do you think would be a good form for her?"

"You know me. I am a fan of the KISS model. A simple inanimate toy would be more than enough." The horse casually replied. "Although I suppose in her case, since she made it so far, the least we can do is provide her a somewhat animate form, just deprived of orgasms." He smiled and whispered a suggestion into Robin's ear.

Robin clapped her hands happily. "Oh yes, that will work just wonderfully." She smiled at the dog. "I can sense that you want your legs back, don't you? How about we give you them back." She put her hands over the dog's eyes. As her palm brushed over the dog's face, the dog's face vanished into nothingness. She cared not for the dog's expression. "As a servant of the club." The dog's legs reformed, but her upper torso retracted down into it. Unlike the dog's normal legs however, vaginas formed on the heels of the paws. While the dog transformed into another form, Robin looked up at the horse. "So, this just leaves that gryphon. Frysco was his name I believe, correct?"

The horse nodded. "His time as a tree is nearly complete. If you wish, I can retrieve him, and we can begin..."

Robin shook her head. "No, I still need some extra time to prepare, but no more than a few days should do it. Still, it's best not to leave him like that tree." She picked up the transformed dog woman, now little more than a set of legs with a crotch that had more than a few extra vaginas. "Set her up with the rest of them, and then bring the gryphon to me. I'm thinking we'll make him a servant like her for a few days while the final preparations are underway."

The horse nodded. He picked up the dog anthro. The dog anthro, in pure confusion, kicked at the horse, but it quickly stopped when it realized it had cunts in its heels. The fur on its body stiffened from the pleasure it kept getting, though unlikely to ever experience an orgasm.

With a smile on her face, Robin turned back to the set of dildos. "It looks like I may get a new cock out of this after all." She said with a grin. "If gryphons live much longer, maybe I'll never have to change bodies. Oh, that would make life so much easier." She picked up her phone and made a call. "Hello, M&D? Yes, I'd like to begin the transfer of ownership process...my name? Robin. The name of the future owner?" After a short pause and a rustle through some paperwork to make sure she got the right name, she continued. "Francisco Azinsan."