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[b][u][center]A Stronger Bond

Part 4

For a-lycotonum

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

The night was a blur for Caelia after the moment of double penetration. She didn’t know just what happened to her after that, but she knew that it was intense. The few flickers of reality that poked through the haze of lust that followed revealed a woman that was more interested in the extremes than she should be, and someone that had every reason to be worried for her future if she kept behaving like that.

Those few flickers, one of which was still playing behind her eyelids as she woke up the next morning, left her burning with shame. She remembered going out behind one of the brothels and grinding her ass on a horse’s cock. Not just a man with a horse’s dick, but a feral horse, feeling that flare against her asshole before it dropped down to her –

She jerked upright, only to gasp at the sheer soreness down below. At least some of the hazy memories were real, then. Caelia groaned as she untwisted herself from her blankets, sitting up a little bit more slowly and gradually extending her legs over the side of the bed.

“Nnngh…Did I really…”

There was only one way to find out. She slowly reached under her clothes, feeling for the underwear that she remembered putting on last night after getting in. The touch of the fine silk – something finer than she’d ever worn before – was nice…at the waistband. Further down, however, she was utterly drenched, and not with her own juices, either. She could feel half-dried cum soaking through the silk, making it cling to her, showing off just how much she had taken the day before.

As she felt further and further down, it went from half-dry to still wet, and it was still warm, worse still. She blushed as she felt the slime coating her hand, stinking of various males and various species. None of it smelled human, either.

Finally, she found her sex, and the first thing that she touched was her clit –

“AH!”

Caelia gasped at the sheer sensitivity down there, but worse, at the sheer size that she swore she must have imagined. That had to be a mistake, right?

[i]Mirror, need a mirror.[/i]

Stumbling out of bed, she managed to make her way to the bathroom of her little dorm. She half-expected to find Kaggotha there, but thankfully, the demon seemed to be busy with something else somewhere else. She had a hand mirror waiting, and she held it under her as she squatted down. Caelia dreaded what she’d see, and she found that she was right to dread something.

Her pussy had changed. Not just stretched, but changed. The lips had become something folded, fleshy, like the rim to her pussy rather than just an extension of it. The black flesh looked like something that one would find on a mare, not on a human, and she shivered as she saw just how big her clit had become, wide and bulbous, flicking in and out of its hood as if it was trying to attract someone’s attention.

She had a beast pussy. She had been fucked so hard, been corrupted so much by the bond, that she had a beast pussy.

[i]Oh god…oh gods…[/i]

Caelia covered her face, trying not to look at it, but she couldn’t help but stare in shocked horror between her fingers. Her body had warped, perfect for taking bigger and bigger cocks inside of her, and she half-expected to see that her ass was the same after some of the things that she remembered.

As she pulled her mirror further back, she was relieved to see that the change seemed to be limited mostly to her pussy. Her ass was stretched, there was no doubt about that, but she hadn’t taken on any equine characteristics with that hole. She sighed, slowly standing up and putting her mirror back on the counter.

[i]What do I do? What do I do?[/i]

The bond was still there. She could feel Kaggotha somewhere else in Absalom, probably doing something that was going to get her in –

No, there wouldn’t be trouble. These weeks never got anyone in trouble, not for long, at least. There was full amnesty because of the things that happened to the mortals involved. Sure, a demon or a spirit might be banned from being summoned again next year, but that was as far as it went. The person involved…

[i]I won’t be in trouble, but will I be the same?[/i]

That was the one thing that was impossible to know for sure. Theoretically, anyone that went through the hazing and bonding process was back to normal at the end of it, but she had seen some of the sorority sisters dealing with mutations for years afterward. More than that, she’d seen some that were assigned to air elementals becoming blond bimbos, and she’d seen some that were assigned to earth becoming hardline lesbians when they’d been eager breeders before that. It didn’t affect everyone, but there was enough done that she worried about what she’d be at the end of it.

[i]I have a horse pussy.[/i]

That was a statement that she’d never acknowledge was true, but there it was. Even now, standing up the way she was, she could see a hint of her clit in a way that she had never seen before. It poked out from between her legs and begged for attention just by being there. The winking thing that it did, sliding out from beneath the hood and then going back under it again, was a constant source of strange pleasure, and she had to bite her lips not to react to it.

[i]Nnngh…mmmph…[/i]

Now that she was staring at herself properly, though, she could see that there were other changes, too. She could see that her shoulders had pushed out, that her thighs were thicker, that there were…muscle bumps, of all things, right along her stomach. She could see that her arms had bulged in the biceps, and that she had something pulling just behind her breasts, bumps of muscle there, too.

In short, she had bulked up. A lot.

It had to be more of the corruption that the demon was heaping on her, changing her bit by bit into something that she didn’t want to be. She groaned under her breath, curling her fingers into imitations of claws as she held tight to the counter by the mirror. She didn’t know what would happen to her next.

A soft hum filled her ears, and she realized that someone was casting a spell to talk to her. She turned, saw a light floating beside her, and wrapped a towel around her to keep from flashing whoever was calling. She tapped it.

“[i]Hello, hello. Caelia, is that you?[/i]”

“Hi, mom.”

“[i]Oh, darling, so good to hear from you again. It’s been weeks.[/i]”

“Well, um, it’s been…been a busy time, you know.”

“[i]Yes, yes. How’s it going getting into the sorority?[/i]”

“Um, just going through, uh, hazing week.”

“[i]Hazing? Oh, you MUST tell me about that. I’ll be in the city today; care to meet me for a meal?[/i]”

Caelia knew that it was a bad idea. Her mother, kindly as she was, had a very different view of what a woman was supposed to be than she did. Her mom had been the one to suggest that she apply to the sorority, as a matter of fact, and had gone through it herself in the past. And…that actually explained a lot, now that she thought about it.

At the same time, she knew better than to think that this meal would be just a meal. Her mom would want to know what she had been up to, who she’d been paired with, and…

“[i]Caelia? Is this thing still on?[/i]”

“It is,” she muttered.

“[i]So, meal. Yes or no, dear?[/i]”

“I…sure.”

“[i]Splendid, splendid! I’ll meet you for lunch at the Fire and Feathers. Do you know it?[/i]”

“Um…can’t say that I do.”

“[i]Oh, just follow the gryphons. That’ll get you there right enough. Well, see you soon, dear.[/i]”

And that was all that needed saying. The spell stopped and she was alone. Caelia allowed the towel to flop to the floor, shaking her head. She stepped out of the bathroom, making her way back to her bed, and she sat down with a bigger thump than her towel had made. She rested her head in her hands, berating herself.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid…”

The idea of going out for lunch when she was this compromised was a very bad idea. Who knew how well she’d respond to being in public at this point, and who knew how much she could actually resist? She was trying to be a good person, to hold out against Kaggotha’s influence, but at the same time…

She remembered how it felt to be wanted in the brothels, how it felt to have people so interested in her, and more than that, the sheer power that came from her body. Just a little bit of interest, and her ‘customers’ were willing to fall all over themselves to give her what she wanted just to get a piece of her. Men that wouldn’t give her the time of day before were eager to see just what she’d do for them, and she was so horny when they got her properly worked up that she would do things that no normal girl would ever consider.

[i]Like go outside and play with a stallion…[/i]

She still couldn’t believe that she’d gone that far, but the memory was clear enough to imply that she had only stopped because Kaggotha kept her from going that far just yet. The demoness had made it clear that she was going to, eventually, once she was properly stretched, but she wasn’t doing it that night.

Caelia sighed. She needed some advice. Perhaps, just perhaps, her mother would be willing to give some that was actually good.

#

They met at the [i]Fire and Feathers[/i], which turned out to be a café that was just a few blocks away from the Arcanamirium. Her mother was already there, seated at one of the outdoor tables in a gown that ran all the way down to her ankles, but had a slit up either side right to her hips, and which hugged her cleavage in a way that put them entirely on display, like some sort of active advertisement.

Her mother’s face was half-obscured with a not-so-familiar brown color, meaning that she’d dyed it again recently. That meant that she was hunting again. For men, probably, though she might have decided to give bisexuality a turn. Who knew?

Regardless of just what she was doing, her mother turned as soon as Caelia reached the entrance to the outer courtyard of the restaurant. The older woman smiled, waving quickly, and Caelia waved back as she approached.

“Long time, no see,” she said, doing her best to shuffle under her own robe and keep her scaly soles out of sight.

“Indeed, dear, indeed. I thought you were cutting me out of your life with this long silence.”

“Sorry, mom. I just haven’t had time.”

“Ah, but you’ve had time to get into the hazing week.”

Her mother nodded knowingly, all while Caelia did her best not to burst into flames from embarrassment. She sat down, feeling the edge of her robe come up, and she forced it back down with her toe claws. The last thing she needed was to out herself as some sort of magical hybrid at the moment.

Their server came by, took their orders, and walked away. The meat would take a little time to sear for them, but it would be done shortly. They had their tea shortly after, and her mother remained silent, sipping at it.

Caelia, on the other hand, was quietly looking around, taking in the other customers. There were some…large men there, she noticed, mostly in the uniforms of the delivery service that brought goods to the better-off of Absalom. Gryphon-riders, the lot of them, and ranging from orcs to gnolls. They were the species that were better suited to the rougher conditions on the heights, and they wore very, very, [i]very[/i] tight pants that showed off their packages like nothing else.

And not the delivered sorts, either. She had a perfect view of fat orc cocks and sheathed gnoll shafts, and she bit her lip before looking away.

“Ooooh, I know that expression,” her mother said, tossing her hair back. “That’s someone that’s interested…”

“Shut up, mom…I’m not…”

“Someone’s got the love-bug,” her mother sing-songed at her.

“I do not!”

“Oh, come on. You’re not going to wait until you’re thirty to get some, are you?”

“No, but –”

“Then why are you waiting?”

“Because…because I don’t trust myself right now.”

“Because of hazing week?”

“Yes!”

“Oh, it can’t be that bad.”

“Mom, I’m bonded to a freaking –”

“Your food, ladies?”

Their server had returned, bearing with him some cheese, bread, and seared beef. They both took their plates, with her mother rolling her eyes and Caelia blushing.

As soon as the young man hustled away, her mother took up right where she left off.

“I don’t see what the issue is, dear. None of it is permanent.”

“None of it – look at you! You were the shyest of maidens before this, according to dad.”

“Yes, well, I didn’t say that you don’t change, but it’s always for the better.”

“The better? You put the breeder-sluts in the brothels to shame.”

Caelia could hardly believe she was saying that. At a whisper, yes, but it was still being said. She had never, ever challenged her mom’s ‘habits’ like this before, and going so far as to call her worse than the breeding sluts was more than she’d ever expected herself to say. Yet, was it true? To an extent, surely.

Her father hadn’t told her much about what her mom had been like in college, but there were two definite time periods: what she was like before going through the sorority times, and what she was like after. Before, she’d been the student that essentially turned invisible at the back of the class, someone that you forgot was there until you decided that you wanted something. That was almost impossible to believe these days, but her father had sworn on all the gods that it was true.

Then there was the person that she was after, and continued to be. Not once, even when her father was still around, had she seen her mother be faithful. She was beautiful enough to keep grabbing attention wherever she went, and it was clear that she enjoyed it. Just looking at the way she dressed now, well into her forties, it was clear that she enjoyed having all eyes on her, getting the attention of every passing male that she could. Her father had never been enough on his own. Caelia didn’t think that any man could have been.

[i]And I don’t want to be that…[/i]

Shaking her head, she tried to focus on her food. It was surprisingly tasty, particularly for something at a place called the [i]Fire and Feathers,[/i] but she was continuously drawn to the men that were waiting by the door, waiting in line, and filing out. It was almost exclusively a male establishment, she realized, which was why they kept staring back at her and her mother. She blushed worse, shaking her head.

“You invited me here for manhunting.”

“I suppose I might have,” her mother said, smiling. “After all, I can’t have [i]all[/i] of them, can I?”

“You’d try.”

“And what’s wrong with that?”

“You’re a glutton, mom. A…never mind.”

“Dear, there’s nothing wrong with having a healthy appetite. I learned that in [i]my[/i] time at the sorority. I don’t know what’s got a bee in your bonnet about it.”

“I’m just trying not to turn into a fucking succubus right now, okay?”

“Oh-ho, what was that?”

Her mother’s sudden interest should have been the biggest red flag in the world, and it very nearly was. She slapped a hand across her face, huffing through her nose and grumbling under her breath. Just like that, her mother was interested in her again rather than the man-meat marching by on a regular basis.

“Can we pretend I didn’t say that?” she whispered.

“Oh, dear, no. There’s no going back from that.”

“Please?”

“Dear, I’m your mother. It’s my responsibility to guide you in life. Now, let me guide you into proper understanding.”

“Mom…”

“Caelia.” The older woman gently reached out and took her by the wrist, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Tell me, what’s going on, and what are you bound to?”

“…”

“Now, dear.”

“…It was a Muse, at first.”

“Ah, but not anymore?”

She shook her head.

“Why not, dear?”

“Because…because we were…falling in love. And the sorority thought it wasn’t fair that I wasn’t getting pushed around the way the other girls were.”

“Well, they’re right. It’s not.”

“Mom!”

“I’m just saying. Fairness matters.” The older woman paused, watching as one of the bigger gnolls went by. She leaned sideways, watching his crotch for a moment, then dismissed him with a shake of her head. “Too small, really. Anyway.”

“Mom!”

“I do have standards, dear. They’re just in a different direction to yours.” Her mother chuckled. “Now, tell me. What, precisely, are you bound to now?”

Caelia blushed, looking down. She didn’t want to answer that, mostly because she could tell what direction this was going. Her mother was going to find a way to try and make her more like the person the older woman had become. This would be her way of proving that someone was happier when they gave in to this sort of lifestyle rather than resisting it. She tried to shake her head, only for her mother to squeeze again.

“Dear, I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me. Be honest with me, now, please.”

“I don’t want your help anymore.”

“Dear, I promise you, I understand better than you think.”

“I doubt that.”

“Oh, really? You want to go back to being the wallflower, hmm? Do you want to go back to being the one that feels ugly, that doesn’t believe that she is worth the attention of anyone else around her?”

That brought her up short. Her eyes went wide as she stared at her mother. Brown hair fell over a face that was modified to be beautiful, that was painted and padded and powdered to look younger than it was. Her mother was the picture of vanity, the essence of someone that cared too much about how they looked, but in that moment, she finally saw something familiar, something that she understood.

Her mother smiled softly, slowly loosening her grip. Caelia still pulled her hand back, but slower, not as jerkily as she would have done a moment ago.

“You never felt like that,” she whispered.

“Didn’t I?”

“Dad said –”

“That I was little miss invisible.”

“…”

“Did you ever think about why?”

“I…I…”

“I hated myself back then, dear. Having the powers of a succubus on my side was nothing short of liberation. Having her on my side, having her show me what I wanted, what I needed, what I could get, was nothing short of miraculous. I could be anything, do anyone, and all it took was getting rid of my shame and my dignity.

“I got [i]better[/i] from that. You can do the same, dear. All that matters is giving up that little bit of shame and dignity, just like I did. And trust me, it’s a bargain of a trade. You never really need that.”

“But…but I preferred…”

“Love? The Muse?”

“…Yes…”

“Honey, love will give you nothing in the long run.”

Caelia didn’t believe that in the slightest. She had seen what her mother had gotten from her father, and vice versa. They had been deeply attached to each other, despite the many infidelities that had occurred over time. They had never stopped caring for one another, never stopped giving to one another.

Yet, her mother shrugged, leaning back.

“You can choose as you like, dear. But I’m telling you, the longer that you hold onto that, the less that you’ll get at the end of this.”

“I don’t want anything from…from her.”

“And you think you’d get anything from the Muse?”

“…I got something.”

“Something? Something fleeting, maybe?”

“Something real. I…I still have it.”

“And what might that be?”

“…Look under the table.”

“What?”

“Look. Under. The. Table.”

She pulled her robes up ever so slightly, showing off the jewel-like blue scales that covered her feet. Her dragon feet. Her…her beautiful feet. They were the only thing about her that she still counted as beautiful these days, ever since the change that had struck her, ever since the Muse was gone. They were a gift, as precious as a necklace, though much more embarrassing than that.

Her mother glanced down, then shrugged.

“She made you a freak, then.”

Her stomach dropped out at the simple sentence, her eyes going wide. Her mother shook her head.

“Darling, it would be one thing if you had been completely transformed, or if she’d enhanced you in the chest and hips, but almost nothing will see those and believe that you are beautiful. All you are is a freak. Now you have to work twice as hard to get anyone interested in your real assets. And trust me, that’s what you’ll need to make your way in the world, with. I know your grades, dear; you’re not going to have a career in magic.”

“But…but…”

“Look at these young men, dear. Look at them.”

She did, and she hated the fact that she could see that they were all looking at her bust or her butt as they walked by the small courtyard to the interior. She knew what they were thinking, what they wanted. They wanted her on the table, her legs spread, her body on display to them. They wanted her to be their whore, their slut, their –

A loud squawk pierced the air, and she looked up to see a gryphon coming in for a landing. He hit the cobblestone streets hard, bounced once, and then stopped just outside the restaurant courtyard. His rider hopped off, pulling him by a lead rope, but Caelia still saw something that she hadn’t expected to see.

A sheath. A big, fat sheath that was begging for attention, that was already pushing the tip of a rod out. She stared after it as the gryphon was led around the building, and the stare didn’t go unnoticed.

“My, my. A girl that’s obsessed with beasts to that degree…that explains your feet, then,” her mother whispered.

“I’m not obsessed.”

“I could all but hear you juicing, dear. I know lust when I see it.”

She blushed worse. The idea of being under a beast was bad, horribly taboo for a human, but…but…

[i]I already have the parts. He would fit.[/i]

She hated how sure she was about that. She didn’t want to be sure about that. It was sick and wrong and…and…

And she still wanted it.

Caelia blushed worse, covering her face as her mother finished her tea. The older woman gradually drew herself to her feet, patting her on the shoulder as she walked around the table.

“You’ll have to decide whether you want to keep lying to yourself, dear.”

“I’m not…lying…”

“Are you not?”

“…”

“I know what you want, dear. Maybe you are telling yourself that it’s love, but unless she comes back for you, it’s useless. You might as well find out whether you can get something that [i]you[/i] want, rather than save yourself for another.”

“I…want…her.”

“She isn’t here. The gryphon is.”

“…I…”

“Think about it, dear. For now, mom’s going hunting.”

And just like that, her mother was gone, inside the restaurant, likely chatting up every guy with a dick over seven inches. She bit her lips as she felt a comeback forming, that she had her own standards, that she wanted people no smaller than ten, but that was just another sign of the whore that she was becoming.

[i]I don’t want this…I’m not a freak…[/i]

Except that she was. In some ways, at least, she was most definitely a freak. Her pussy could be excused for something puffy. Her clit could be excused for something that just showed how horny she was. Her feet? That…

She looked under the table, looking at her long, talon-tipped toes. She saw the blue scales that she had seen as gems, as beauty, but now? What were they, really? A gift that had been left behind? Something given and then dropped as soon as the bond was taken?

Did the Muse still care for her?

Was anything what she thought it was?

She wrapped her arms around her middle, staring down at her plate. She’d cleared it already. She should pay and leave, but now that she’d seen the gryphon, now that she knew what he was packing, it was like Kaggotha had appeared, like the demon was whispering in her ear and tempting her to go and do something stupid.

[i]Or something hot.[/i]

She felt the touch of the bond in her womb, of all places, almost like she was getting the same heat as the night before. Caelia hugged herself around the middle, slowly pushing herself to her feet and dragging her student robes back down. She didn’t need this. No, she didn’t. She didn’t. She. Did. Not.

[i]I don’t need that big…throbbing…dick…[/i]

That beast cock that would stretch her properly, that fat thing that would make her forget about being broken away from someone that loved her, the hard pounding that would humiliate her and remind her of what she could do well, even if it meant the risk of being caught. It would remind her that someone wanted her, someone would give her the time of day, someone would crave her for something.

[i]Nnngh…[/i]

She was getting wet, and it was already damaging her panties. Getting to her feet, she could feel them spreading across flesh that was puffing up and getting swollen, her pussy already moving to a state of mating rut. If she didn’t do something about it, she would be feeling this all day long, and she knew that Kaggotha would push her. The demon equine seemed all too eager to push her further than her bounds would normally allow, and this…this would give her the perfect weapon to do it with.

Caelia managed to get halfway out of the courtyard before her legs started shaking. She stepped outside, and her knees almost gave out. The air was thick with the smell of the male gryphon, and she knew that if she went to the stables around back, she could get some of them interested. It would be easy.

[i]Don’t…[/i]

She wanted to be better. She wanted to be the powerful, beautiful woman that the Muse had said that she’d seen. She wanted to be like the woman in the Muse’s vision of her, able to command attention with what she was.

Then she looked down at her scaled soles, looked at the blue scales that twinkled on her toes, and that thought was crushed beneath her mother’s disdain.

[i]Freak.[/i]

She shivered. She had had something with the Muse, but it was so complicated, so hard to understand. It was like she had been trying to puzzle through a lesson for the entire time that they had been bonded together, trying to figure out what she was, what she liked, what she wanted, what she could be. With Kaggotha, it wasn’t so deep, wasn’t so satisfying, but it was easier. Bend over, and she still got what she wanted.

Did she want to be like that, like her mother for the whole of her life? No, but that didn’t mean that she had much in the way of options. She looked down at the stable again, and knew something else.

The Muse wasn’t here. The gryphons were.

Not sure whether she hated herself or felt like she was making a smart sacrifice – pleasure now for sanity later – she walked down the alley, her hands balled up in fists at her sides as her pussy continued to clench. Her clit winked again and again, and her panties felt like they were becoming nothing but slime clenched against her sex.

She rounded the restaurant wall, stepping into the stable. The gryphons were tied with their lead ropes wrapped around sconces on the wall, but they all turned to look at her. Their haunches and rumps faced out, and she could see that each and every one of them was a male. A very pent-up male, judging by the way that their balls hung down. She stared at them, her insides clenching in aching agony for the sheer pleasure that would come from playing with the bunch of them, and she whistled through her teeth as she imagined what she could do if she just had the guts.

Whether through corruption or determination, she found them, slowly going to her knees behind the nearest gryphon and hefting his balls. He cawed softly, and slowly spread his legs for her to get under him.

[i]I can’t believe I’m doing this…[/i]

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Poor Caelia, so focused on trying to be better that she doesn’t notice the corruption sinking deeper, and certainly not helped by her mother…

Tags: F/solo, transformation, corruption, human, equine pussy, dragon feet, series, fantasy, magic, hedonism, need, heat, wet, feral, gryphon, bulge,