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Disclaimer - Going a bit stir-crazy? What would you be willing to do for a night out on the town? Would you, for instance, be willing to turn into some kind of anthropomorphic kangaroo woman? No? Then I don't recommend you keep reading this story . . . (This is a work of pornographic fiction. Do not read if it would be illegal for you to do so.)

Getting Out for the Night

Nate leaned back against the old overstuffed maroon sofa, his bare feet poking out from his grey sweatpants, splayed out on the coffee table before him. He idly scratched his shoulder through the green fabric of his tee-shirt that read livin' the dream as he muted the commercials playing on the TV.

It was Friday night. He'd finished his work and blocked his boss's number for 48 hours, and here he was, sitting down in the dimness of the flickering TV with a can of store-brand cola and a half-finished bag of Funyuns sealed with a paperclip. He couldn't remember how long they'd been sitting in the pantry cabinet, but he was pretty sure they were still good.

Usually, living in a small, shared apartment in the city wasn't a big problem, as there were always better places to be than a cramped, dimly lit living room on a Friday night. However, the pandemic kind of ruined that. While, yes, he could technically try to slip out somewhere; but then he'd have to deal with all of those people. You know the kind: maybe germs don't exist, Elvis is still alive and hell-bent on causing World War IV, and washing your hands is an affront to the concept of personal freedom.

What a rotten time to be a human being.

At this point there was a creak, and a beam of light pierced into the dimness, followed by his roommate, Dani. She was dressed in a tight orange halter top and form-fitting black athletic shorts. Of course, _she_had a full evening to look forward to because she wasn't exactly human.

Dani was a kangaroo, well, mostly anyways. Kangaroo enough to not have to worry about the virus. She had thick, powerful legs, straw-colored fur that darkened towards her paws and tail tip, and a pouch with a single silver hoop piercing in it. Her thick tail swayed behind her as she walked over and looked down at Nate nestled in his sofa cocoon.

"I see you're planning on a wild evening," she chuckled, pointed ears flicking as she flipped a strand of her strawberry blonde hair out of her eyes.

"Fuck off." Nate rolled his blue eyes and sighed. "Also, have a good evening. And can you get a few more of those frozen pizzas after you're done? You know, the ones with the dragon on the box."

"Ohh, to feed all the party-goers? Yeah, I can do that," Dani laughed, pulling her phone out of her pouch and writing herself a note, claw tapping against the screen before looking back up at him. "Seriously though . . . are you doing okay?"

"God," Nate sighed. "I just feel like I'm starting to lose it, you know?" Nate let his head fall down between his hands, fingers ruffling his shaggy auburn hair. "I've checked the same news site like four times in the last hour. I just don't feel like playing any games. I've seen like every movie, ever . . ."

"Oh, did you finally watch Casablanca?" Dani interjected.

"Sorry, every movie that I actually ever want to watch." Nate flopped back against the armrest dramatically. "And listened to every podcast . . . I dunno. I guess I'm just running out of whatever it is that makes the world interesting to me, you know?"

"What about the internet?"

"Have you seen the internet!?" Nate raised his hands above him towards the ceiling. "One second you're chatting with people that like jazz, and the next someone is posting videos of public executions. I'm fucking internet'd out."

"Alright, fair," Dani acquiesced. She turned her boxy muzzle to the side and tapped a claw against her front teeth.

"What?" Nate asked.

"Hmm?"

"Whenever you tap your teeth like that, you're up to something," he snorted. "Or are you just thinking about who you're going to seduce tonight?"

Dani had no reservations about sharing the details of her more tawdry encounters with Nate. She was quite open.

"Well . . ." She looked up at the same spot on the ceiling that Nate was. "I was just thinking that I might know a way to get you out of the house for an evening." Her whiskers twitched as her lips curled into a smile.

"What!?" Nate shot up to a sitting position. "Wait, no no no," he curbed his enthusiasm, shaking his head. "I'm not going anywhere with those people that think the world is flat, or that JFK is going to come back to life and tell them to smash up ATMs . . ."

"What, no. Eww." Dani shook her head, ears flopping around and then flicking into their upright position poking through her hair. "No offense, but some of you humans are kind of creepy."

"None taken," Nate snorted. "People are assholes."

"Oh, they absolutely can be." Dani looked down at her hopeless roommate and the scattered, haphazard signs of his continued life of lockdown. "But you look like you need at least one night out. You know, before you start to sprout and take root in the sofa." She tapped her thick incisors again. "So why not be a 'roo for the evening?"

"What do you mean?" Nate narrowed his eyes.

"Well, you remember when I was dating that witch last year?"

"The Badger or the Lynx?" Nate chuckled as he asked.

"The Badger, obviously." Dani scrunched up her face and shook her muzzle at him as if it was obvious. "But yeah, she left me with a few goodies. And, I think one of them, could get you a night out on the town with me."

"Didn't you two break up on . . . not the greatest terms?" Nate asked, remembering the shouting matches that he'd drowned out by playing math rock at full volume.

"It was fine. We just didn't see eye to eye on a few things was all . . ." Dani put her paws on her wide hips. "So, anyways, are you in, or should I just go?"

Nate paused, rubbing his hands over the stubble on his face and taking a deep breath. "Yeah, okay. Let's do it . . . But it's not a potion, is it?"

"What? No. Potions don't last very long anyways." Dani replied as her face lit up in a grin. "Okay. Just hold on a second."

She dashed off towards her bedroom, the thump thump thump of her steps replaced by her toe-claws sliding over the kitchen linoleum before she bounded in her open door.

Nate rubbed his eyes blearily. He had been resigned to his fate of watching internet videos until he passed out into a Funyun coma. Now though, for the first time in recent memory, he felt anticipation for something other than just a package delivery at the door.

After a loud clattering followed by a victorious "Ah-hah!" Dani pulled herself back through her bedroom door, clutching a dark wooden box in her paw. "Now we're talking. But, before going any farther, I need you to make one little promise."

Nate's face fell into an exaggerated glower. "What is this, some kind of racket?"

"No, she placed the box on the table in front of him. It's magic." She pulled open the dark stained wooden box, revealing the heavy pink leather collar inside, brass clasp glinting in the light of the still playing, muted TV. "And to get it to work, you need to do everything I say."

Nate leaned forwards, peering into the box. It certainly did look pretty arcane. Fancy too. "So, this is basically just witch BDSM gear. What does this have to do with me listening to you?"

"It's your ticket to getting out of your skin, and also the apartment, for an evening! Don't you trust me?" Dani pouted with mock indignation. "It's like you don't believe that I know what I'm doing."

"I know, I know." Nate rolled his eyes. "You've dated two witches. Look, I dated a lawyer once, and I can guarantee you I'd fail the Bar exam." He reached in an grabbed the pink collar in his hand, feeling the heft of the thick, pliant leather in his hand. He noticed beneath it a small brass lock and a crumpled slip of paper.

He began to silently read the spidery cursive script of the note, even as Dani began to lecture him that she hadn't just dated witches, but a warlock, a thaumaturge; she listed the others as she ticked them off on her fingers. Nate stopped listening, eyes widening as he scanned over the worn page.

"My dearest, Danella

Let this collar be a sign of my ever-loving devotion, so you can see me as I see you. Dominate me, you toned marsupial goddess. Make me feel alive as your obedient servant. Let me feel you deep inside of my . . ."

" Hey!" Dani snatched the paper from his hands. "That's personal!"

"I mean, you did hand the box to me . . ."

"For the collar!" She snapped back, folding up the note and sticking it in her pouch.

"So, to make it work . . . I just need to put it on?" Nate shifted the topic back to the matter at hand.

"Well, kind of. You also need to do what I say or it won't work, so once the lock goes on, you need to obey, or it breaks the spell. But, yeah, other than that, you'd get to be a 'roo lady for the night. And also, it kind of runs on uhh . . . lust I guess?" Dani shrugged. "No pressure or anything, I just . . ."

"I'll do it." Nate interrupted.

"Just like that?"

"If I get to leave this godforsaken box for a night, I'll be your basic bitch for days." He sat forward on the edge of the sofa. "So, is 'it kind of runs on . . . uhh, lust I guess" technical talk, oh great and wise knower of witches?" he scoffed.

"You would be surprised." Dani chuckled. "So, you really want to do it? I mean I could ask you to do anything," she leaned in, a sing-song lilt in her voice.

"Like making me go hang out with you in a skeezy anthro bar and hit on buff tiger dudes?" He grinned up at her, raising an eyebrow coquettishly.

"Ahh. There's the thirsty bastard I used to know." She reached down and grabbed the collar and the lock. "The safeword is 'sauerkraut' by the way, but just remember that once you go back, that's the end of the ride.

"Fair. Sauerkraut is usually a good way to put an end to any sexy times." Nate nodded.

He swallowed as he watched Dani's paws move in towards his face, bearing the collar like some kind of ceremonial vestment at a cultist initiation. Her claws brushed against his skin as the soft leather encircled his neck.

"Last chance to back out." She held the lock between finger and thumb, playing with the open shackle. "Things might get a bit steamy. It works faster when things are . . . a bit intense, and I'd like to get out there before all the good bars close . . . and the sexiest tigers leave with people other than us."

"We better get started then," Nate said, his previous lethargy dissolving into giddy excitement in the face of a potential night out on the town.

"Alright then." Dani leaned towards him. "The deal . . ." She slotted the lock into the collar with the tap of brass on brass, "is sealed." She pinched the lock shut with a satisfying click.

Nate paused for a moment, seemingly disappointed that there were no sparkles or bursts of light. But as soon as he looked up at Dani, his hazel eyes flew wide open, and an electric thrill surged through his spine. It felt like someone was pouring warm syrup down over his body, heat radiating out from the collar as they stared into each other's eyes.

"Y-you're so beautiful," he stammered.

"You're goddamn right I am." Dani yanked Nate up towards her by the lock on his collar, her mouth meeting with his before her tongue snaked past his open lips.

The feeling of her warm flat animal tongue scraping against his own made Nate groan out in pleasure as he teetered forwards against her body. He caught himself, hands pressed against the soft warm fur of her sides as she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him deeper into the kiss. The lock thrummed and throbbed as the spell inside of it began to take hold. Nate's nose tingled, the tip growing black and leathery as his flaring nostrils dragged into huffing slits. His upper lip prickled, new glossy hay-colored fur growing in, each tickling follicle making his nerves dance with pleasure as he lost himself in the kiss.

Dani pulled back, tongue dragging across his fuzzy lip and up his now black, leathery nose. His forming whiskers twitched as he looked up at her with growing need in his eyes.

"See, that's not so bad, is it?" she asked, running her tongue around the edges of her own lips as if savoring his flavor.

"No, that was . . . amazing." Nat panted. He blinked slowly, nose twitching as he huffed. He could smell her. "I-I get why you kept dating witches . . ."

"I know, right? They have the best toys." She scratched his chin with a claw, smiling as she felt fur spreading under her padded finger. "Well, almost the best toys." She pressed him back so that he flailed and fell onto the dull maroon sofa, a small high-pitched squeak escaping his lips.

"Hey!" Nate began indignantly. He paused. His voice sounded different in his own ears. . .

"Hey what?" Dani queried, hands on her wide hips, tail waggling behind her. "Don't you remember? I get to do whatever I want with you." She stepped in, straddling him with her knees planted against the sofa on either side of him. His face pressed between the rounded bulges of her tight orange top. "And I bet you love it, hmm?" She leaned into him as he blushed beet red before the fur covered his cheeks. "Someone just having their way with you . . ." She reached in and ran her hands up the sides of his face, tracing up to his ears and pinching them between her suede fingers.

Nate groaned against her bust. He was trying to deny it, but all that came out of his mouth was a garbled moan of pleasure. His ears thrummed as she rubbed at them, flesh stretching out, thinning as the prickling heat ran up them.

She was waaaay better at this than he thought. As she rubbed his ears it was like she was massaging his mind, his thoughts melting down into a bubbling pool of admiration and lust.

"Please . . ." he gasped out.

"Please?" Dani laughed. "Please what?" She pulled her hands back and rested them on the back of the old maroon sofa to either side of him. "Do you want me to stop?" She looked down at him with a coy smile.

"No!" Nate was surprised at how viscerally the word flowed out of his changing lips, his lengthening ears folding back. "Please . . . just . . ."

"Use your words, darling."

"Just, don't stop. Please . . ." Nate panted. "I want . . . more." He tried to gather his thoughts, but she was there in every one of them. The heat of her breasts through the thin fabric of her halter top bra was making him salivate.

"Oh, what a dear, simple thing you are," she cooed, reaching back in and twiddling his growing ears between her fingertips. They flickered back against her as they slowly pulled up the sides of his head, fur on the tips darkening to just shy of black. "I suppose I'll just have to keep going then. You wouldn't want to make me late now, would you?"

"N-no!" Nate was surprised by how much the thought disgusted him. He knew it was something to do with the collar, but he didn't want to disappoint Dani in any way.

"Good girl," Dani grinned.

Nate felt the praise sink into his thoughts like a pat of butter melting over the top of a short stack of pancakes. He wanted to be a good girl for her. He closed his eyes and snuggled up against her breasts. Heat flushed through his face, his jaw creaking, nose flattening as his features slowly shifted towards something more animal. As she skritched between his ears, his brown hair lightened to the color of wheat just before the harvest, growing out long and full, pouring down past his shoulders in a golden silky wave.

"Ohh, and a blonde too. It really suits you." Dani ran her fingers through his hair, curling it around her thumb approvingly. She shifted her weight, making Nate grit his teeth and hiss in a breath, showing his growing incisors as she ground her rounded rump against the bulge in his grey sweatpants.

"Hmm, what's this?" Dani reached down, wrapping her hand around his member through the soft fabric and squeezing just hard enough to make Nate squirm. "Ohh, it seems someone is getting ahead of themselves."

"Oh, God!" Nate groaned out. Even through his sweats, her touch was a benediction. He was more sensitive than he'd ever been in his life.

"Yes? I'm right here." Dani ground her body down against him again. "Jeeze, you're almost making this too easy," she giggled as she watched him groan and writhe.

"You want me to do something about your little, _problem_here don't you?" She slipped her hand inside of his pants and ran the back of her claw up the side of his pulsing member.

"Nnnngh." Nate moaned out. "Yes. Please, just touch me. I need it." He was so hard it was almost painful, a dark spot of pre seeping into the plush fabric of his pants. He wanted to say more, but his thoughts dissolved as she traced a claw around the head of his shaft.

"Nah," she snorted dismissively. "We'll save this for later." She pulled her hand back and gave his straining bulge a pat.

Nate reached forward to touch himself, but she intercepted his arm with one of her paws. "And no touching that without my permission, understand?"

Nate looked up at her with need in his eyes. "Yes . . . uhh," he stammered.

"Mistress. You can call me mistress." Dani interrupted him, a wide grin splitting her face. "I always liked the sound of that." She pushed herself up off of him.

"Yes, Mistress." Nate nodded, smiling as well. It was hard to tell if it was because she was smiling too, or because he was happy himself. Maybe a little of both . . .

"Now then, take off that sad, sad shirt. We have work to do."

Nate's hands moved almost of their own accord, peeling off his green shirt, leaving his bare chest in the cool air as he looked up at her expectantly.

Dani paused for a moment, cocking her head to the side and peering down at him. "Okay, but like, pause for a moment. Are you doing okay?"

"Yes, mistress," he replied easily.

"Cute. But for reals, are you feeling alright? I don't want to do anything you're like legit uncomfortable with."

Nate's cheeks flushed, fur prickling up. "I'm uhh, good. Yeah. This is fine . . . Mistress."

Dani tried to hold back her laughter, but failed, letting out a choked chortle. "Alright. Good. Just let me know if I cross any lines, okay?"

"But what about the spell?" Nate's voice lost some of its charmed reverence for a moment.

"Alright, how's this, you little slut. I _command_you to let me know if I cross any lines. Got it?" She stared impetuously down at him.

Nate giggled. "Yes, Mistress."

"Good. Now then." Dani took her phone out of her pouch to check the time, the sight of the fuzzy flesh bulging with her paw making Nate lick his lips. "Shit. It's already eight!? Alright let's step this up, my little strumpet. No one is even going to give you a passing glance with a chest like that." She knelt next to him, inspecting his form with mock sternness.

"No, no, no. This won't do at all." She shook her head before reaching in with her paws and groping at his chest, dragging her claws down as she clicked her tongue disapprovingly.

Nate gasped at the contact, already feeling the telltale prickling of fur springing up around her fingers. The bristly sand-colored fuzz seeped down from his neck as she rubbed in, thumbs finding his diminutive nipples and pressing in, rubbing in tight circles. Nate threw his head back against the sofa behind him, sensations blazing through him as he took ragged breaths. As she squeezed in, his chest welled out against her fingers, flesh becoming soft and tender, molded like soft clay in her grasp as his nipples spread wider and wider.

"Hmm," she gave his budding breasts a tentative squeeze, smiling at the small "eep" she elicited. "This is a nice start." She poked one of the pert mounds tentatively. "But I'm afraid we'll need more than this if you're going to attract the attention you're just _begging_for."

She leaned in, warm breath puffing against his stiff nipples. "Oh, and, slut?"

"Yes, mistress?" Nate replied, the words almost a second nature at this point.

"You may nibble on my ears," she finished haughtily before pressing her muzzle in and wrapping her lips around one of his aching pink nipples.

Nate squealed out in bliss as she ground her teeth lightly against his nipple, wet hot tongue flickering against his skin. One of her paws mashed against his other budding breasts, kneading against him with the heel of her palm. As her long ears flickered against his face, he managed to catch one, fingers trembling as he guided it towards his mouth.

Needy moans escaped his lips as they closed around her warm, dark-tipped velveteen flesh, his tongue blazing with ecstasy as it lapped up rough and then slid down smooth with the grain of her fur. His jaw creaked, front teeth widening, pulling further away from his molars as they thickened. He felt her ear twitching as his face flushed with heat, pushing forward into a more distinct marsupial muzzle.

Dani sucked in, hard, stretching out Nate's growing areola, tongue flicking against it as his breasts continued to swell out. She switched over to the other, opening her jaws wide and slathering it in affection, pinching his other moist nipple in her fingers and squeezing in against his malleable flesh, feeling him suckle harder against her ear before she pulled it back and he switched to sucking in at her other one. His own dark tipped ears folded back as his swelling chest blazed with pleasure at her rough, insistent attention. His damp, swollen nipples stiffened at the firm contact.

As his hands rested against her head, his fingers creaked out, nails darkening and beginning to curl, dragging through Dani's fluffy strawberry blonde hair.

Dani finally pulled back with a gasp, licking her lips slowly, and reaching in to grope Nathan's now considerable bust, now roughly the size of her own. "Now we're getting somewhere," she beamed, tweaking his nipples one last time as he squeaked. "But, we're going to have to find something to do with those naughty hands of yours. You just can't keep them to yourself, can you?" She clicked her tongue and whisked her hair back behind her ears dramatically.

"I'm sorry, Mistress," Nate panted, leaning back against the sofa and cupping his breasts in his palms, exploring the soft flesh: _his_soft flesh. The feeling was addictive.

"Oh, is my dear sweet girl lust-drunk already?" Dani sighed. "Well, I can think of a place we can keep those naughty little hands of yours." She stood up and cracked her back, reaching into her pouch and pulling out her cellphone, then squinting suspiciously at him as she took out the folded crumpled paper and set them both on the coffee table.

"But first, I think I'm going to need a change in wardrobe." She looked down at the growing dark damp spot on the tent in Nate's grey sweats. "I'm sure my new little 'roo wouldn't dream of getting me all _messy_before we go out, would she?"

"Never." Nate promised, somewhat distractedly, rubbing his thumbs over his nipples and hissing in a breath.

"Hmm, well, I suppose you deserve a bit of a treat. You can keep touching those new gifts of yours for a bit while I slip into something more comfortable.

Nate couldn't take his eyes off of her, following every curve of her body as she reached up and grabbed her halter top, peeling the bright orange up and over her head, letting her own breasts hang free as she smiled down at him exploring his own. She winked down at him, turning around and bending over, thick tail lazily drifting from side to side. She hooked her fingers under the waist of her tight black shorts and slowly pulled them down.

As she looked back over her shoulder, she noticed that Nate's hands were barely moving, sitting on his own chest as he stared at her, tongue hanging out of his mostly formed muzzle.

This was almost too easy.

Dani curled her tail over her back as she dragged the tight fabric down, giving him a full view of the goods. She stepped out of one side and let the other fall down against her massive foot-paw, splaying her claws as she flicked it off unceremoniously onto the floor.

"Are you still just watching?" She asked demandingly. "You do realize I'm not going to let you come out with me wearing grey sweats, right?

Nate shook himself as if waking up from a trance, suddenly very aware of his own changing body. He grabbed the elastic waist of his pants and jerked down.

"Wait!" Dani sighed. "No no no. That's all wrong. Stand up and do it slowly," she chided. "It's like you've never done a striptease before . . ."

Nate bit his lip. "Yes, Mistress," he acquiesced as he stood, feeling the weight of his breasts jostle against his chest. He paused for a moment, breathing heavily. He was just barely taller than her at this point.

"Like this?" He hooked his thumbs in his pants and pulled down, trying to do what Dani had done. As it was, he winced as the fabric dragged over and revealed his bobbing, dripping erection. He then tried to kick the sweats off, stumbling slightly as he stepped on the material.

Dani tried to hold in her laughter, but it came out as a giggling snort. "Oh, my lord. We've got work to do." She walked over as Nate struggled out of his pants. "Looks like you need some help."

"I got them off at least," Nate grumbled.

"Oh, I don't mean with those. I mean with this." She walked over and boldly grabbed his shaft, running her fingers down to squeeze in at his balls. Nate shuddered, entire body stiffening as he bit his lip, lust hitting him like a freight train. He reached down, hands stopping and rubbing against his belly as Dani's previous demand he not touch himself remained like a physical barrier to him.

"We still need to do something with those idle hands though." Dani put a finger to her chin as she pondered dramatically. "How about we keep them somewhere nice and warm?" She reached down, putting her fingers in her pouch and spreading the pliant opening wide.

"Oh . . ." Nate's eyes were transfixed on that fleshy, furry opening, fixated on her small silver ring piercing. "Yes Mistress." Ne nodded, cock throbbing as he reached forwards.

"Such a naughty girl," Dani chided him. "You're not supposed to enjoy your punishment!" She let the edge of her pouch go, and it snapped back against Nate's wrists like fleshy handcuffs. It was warm, and soft. He could feel her muscles clench as it tightened around them, pulling his fingertips against two yielding fleshy bulges.

"Well then, you may massage my teats, you wicked_little minx." She groaned out as he found her occluded nipples, smaller than the ones on her chest. They stiffened as he rubbed his thumbs against them, her pouch pulling tight against his hands. "While I get to work, on _this." She reached around his arms and wrapped her paws around his cock, tracing a clawed finger up, gathering a clear rounded dollop of pre, and then smearing it down over his length.

Nate bit his lip, hands trembling as his cock jerked in her grasp. He tried to suppress it, but a mewling squeak escaped his lips as she ever so gently teased his maleness. He jerked his hips, grinding up against the side of her fuzzy hand, bristly hairs making sparks of pleasure dance in his mind.

"Is there something that you're trying to tell me, hmm?" She traced a claw just under the head of his shaft, eliciting another squeak. "Oh, what was that? I didn't quite catch that . . ." She gently pinched the throbbing, rounded top of his cock. "Do you want me to stop? Is that it?" She held up her paw and checked her claws surreptitiously.

"N-no!" Nate gasped out, shaft still painfully hard. "Don't stop!"

Dani scowled at him.

"M-mistress," he added, shakily, hips still jerking as his member bobbed in the cool air of the apartment. His fingers squeezed against the teats in her pouch, leathery pads swelling out on his digits as he wanted nothing more than to pull back and touch himself.

"Yes, my darling?"

"I need it. I need more," a whine crept into his voice. "Please."

"Oh, are you saying that you want it harder, like the needy little slut you are?" Her pouch clenched around his trapped hands as his fingers spread out, trembling against her soft teats.

"Yes, Mistress," he nodded eagerly.

"Then say it. Tell me what a little slut you are."

Nate swallowed, trying to gather his thoughts. He was willing to say anything, if she would just touch him again. He was so close already.

"Yes, please, Mistress." He scrunched his eyes shut, ears folded back. "Please use me like . . . like the needy little slut I am!"

"Ohhhh . . . So you want me to be a little rough, do you?" She wrapped her paw around his shaft and squeezed, abandoning her gentle touch. "Well, if you like it rough, we're going to have to make some adjustments_first." She slid her hand down, squeezing his testicles just hard enough to make him nervous. "Boys are just so . . . _delicate." Her tail bobbed merrily behind her as she reached in with her other paw as well, stroking his shaft and grinding his balls back against his body.

"Oh. Oh. Oh, god. Yessss," Nate panted, entire body quivering as the fur cascaded down his belly, heavy breasts jostling as he pushed into Dani's purposeful hands. His member felt blazingly sensitive, heat radiating down from his collar while the skin on his shaft began to turn a brighter, glistening, fleshy pink. "Please, I need it. I need to . . ."

"With this old thing? Why bother," Dani scoffed. She clenched her fist around him, hard. One finger traced up between his clenched testes. "You deserve better, my sweet." As she squeezed in, his cock began to pull back, shrinking in her grasp, head becoming less distinct. His balls churned as she squeezed them back against his flesh, his scrotum tightening, leaving their imprints against his taut skin.

Nate moaned out, hands clenching around her soft teats, writhing in the warmth of her pouch as she shaped his skin, fur prickling down around his crotch. With every tight grind of her fingers and palm, his member sank back, throbbing, sensations condensing and multiplying. His ears stood straight up as she squeezed in at the tight impressions of his balls, letting them sink back into him, his anatomy rearranging internally.

"Here we go. Let's just unwrap our little prize_then, hmm?" She dragged a finger up under his shrinking shaft, claw slowly furrowing his flesh, dividing it into two quivering, glistening pink edges. Nate writhed, hands creaking as they turned into feminine paws in her clenching pouch. "Hmm, that's _much better." She grinned, watching him squirm as she sculpted him under her careful paws. As she sank her padded finger into his folds, he cried out, inner orifice shuddering into existence, quivering against her finger.

Nate licked his lips, whiskers twitching as his mind tried to keep up with the waves of pleasure.

"Hmm, and now you need a crown for this new, _juicy_cunt of yours." She pinched in around his cock as it quivered, shrinking back each time she ground against it, tip sealing up as it dwindled, nestled in his flesh, blazing in white-hot pleasure. It wasn't quite enough though. The bliss bubbling up inside of him needed something more . . .

"There we go. Look at you, all wet and needy, like the mewling little slut you are." Dani ground two fingers slowly up the sides of his taut, swollen labia, drawing them back to her lips and suckling on them while looking straight into Nate's wide eyes. His body was becoming more curvaceous along with the other changes.

"Delicious." She grinned. "But you still need something more."

"Yes. Please, Mistress, I need to . . . to . . ." Nate gasped out.

"I'm the one that decides what you need my pet," Dani laughed. "And I think you need to learn your place." She reached forwards, pressing her hands against his shoulders before shoving him nonchalantly.

Nate shouted, dark furred paws pulling out of her pouch and windmilling about as he fell backwards, ass crashing onto the grey carpeted floor with a thud, blonde hair spilling out and framing his head like a halo.

"There we go. Down on the ground like the animal_you are." She grinned down over him impetuously. "Well, _almost like the animal you are." She shook her head, leaning down and grabbing his feet, bending his legs up. "No self-respecting 'roo would be seen with anything as small and useless as these," she scoffed. "You want me to fix you, don't you? Tell me how much you want it," she commanded, thumbs rubbing against the sensitive soles of his feet.

"Yes, Mistress," Nate mewled out, staring up at her between his raised knees. "Please. Finish me. Make me yours." He wasn't even blushing anymore, the words feeling natural as the magic of the collar surged into him in a percolating rush. A wave of fur prickled into existence down his thighs and calves, muscles bulging as his feet began to creak out longer and longer in her grasp.

"There we go. What a good girl to know your place." She ran her hands up and down his feet as bones creaked under his skin. She licked her lips, leaning back, tail braced against the floor, licking out with her tongue between his creaking digits. His middle toes slowly crunched together, fusing in her mouth as they began to swell outwards, the others dwindling in comparison to the massive digit as his nails darkened and curled out into heavy claws. His feet peddled against her grasp as she switched her attention to his other, sinews tensing under his skin as darker fur sank down from his ankles, bristling in along his new marsupial foot-paws.

Nate's new mismatched toe-claws splayed out as he looked up at her, his own neglected pussy still moist between his legs. He groped at his chest with his hands absentmindedly, new claws scraping against his sensitive pink nipples. "Mistress, I need . . . I need" He tried to form the words, but his mind was still fizzing with lust.

"Hmm, still needy, my pet?" Dani sighed dramatically. "Well, you should know by now that my needs come first. So, let's give you something to distract that naughty little mouth of yours." Dani turned, stepping back and straddling his form with her heavy paws, tail snaking above his head. She lowered herself onto her spread knees, leaning back so that her moist cleft ground against the side of Nate's muzzle, her fiery scent blazing into his senses as his slitted nostrils flared.

"Get to work, slut." she demanded as she ground her snatch against the tip of his muzzle. Nate couldn't help himself, reaching up and gripping her hips as he dragged his tongue down from the top of her cleft to the bottom. Dani sighed, muscles in her thighs clenching as Nate licked in again against her bared pussy with frenetic eagerness.

"Ahhhhh. Gooood girl." She bit her lip as Nate's tongue ground between the edges of her fleshy labia. "But we still have work to do." She leaned forward, hands tracing down his body, running over his furry belly and defined hips. "If there's one thing a woman can always use more of, it's pockets." Her warm breath puffed against his stomach followed by her tongue scraping in, sliding down into his navel and then grinding inside of the shallow depression.

Nate's groan buzzed against her snatch as she explored his belly button with her tongue. He felt the irresistible heat from the collar lancing through his body, pouring down and pooling in his belly. He lapped against her haplessly as her tongue sank impossibly deeper, the edges of his navel stretching out with every lap. Her fingers stroked against his flesh before she slid a claw in on each side and pulled the taut opening wider, his developing muscles fluttering under his stretching skin.

Nate's back arched as she pressed forward, muzzle sinking impossibly inside of his new pouch, stretching skin blazingly sensitive as her tongue scraped over the fleshy pink interior. The only thing he could see was her crotch as she ground back against his muzzle. He lapped at her distractedly as his attention focused on her mouth licking at the insides of his pouch, new muscles forming as the fleshy flap pulled against her face. Every time her tongue ground out against him, his pliant flesh stretched a little deeper, her tail wagging behind his head. His own paws slid down from her waist, claws tracing down her taut belly before playing around the edge of her own pouch, rubbing past the silver ring and sinking into the familiar warmth as she shuddered on top of him.

Dani gasped as she pulled back. "Very good girl." She sat back slightly, squeezing herself against Nate's muzzle. "Ahh, I think you're almost there." She took a finger and stretched out the edge of his pouch, letting it snap back against him as his muffled groan buzzed against her pussy. "But I think we need something to help balance the composition . . ." She reached down tracing over the edges of Nate's throbbing pussy before sliding past it. Her fingers slid down the crack of his shapely ass.

"And what do we have here?" Her claws grasped in at something, and Nate's eyes flew wide open. "Just a thick little nub. So sad." She pouted, still rocking against his face. "No self-respecting 'roo would be caught dead with something so pathetic." She wrapped her fingers around it and gave it a hard squeeze, making Nate's brow furrow at the foreign sensation. His spine creaked and popped, new appendage swelling with muscle, pressing out into her encouraging grasp.

"There we go. Now you're getting the idea." Dani yanked again, his tail creaking out further, sinews stretching as his fur prickled in along the length, getting darker and darker towards the squirming tip. "But I think maybe you're getting a little distracted." She rested her weight heavily back upon Nate, pressing the back of his head against the carpet.

"You still want me to deal with this, _needy_little problem of yours, do you not?" She slid her fingers up and ground in at either side of Nate's torrid pussy. He squirmed under her, tail wiggling as it creaked out longer between his legs.

"I'll take that as a yes," Dani chuckled. "Well, here's the deal then." She casually traced a finger around the edge of his thrumming clit. "If you manage to get me off, then, and only then, will I help finish you off. Deal?" She ground back against Nate's huffing nose.

Nate's reply was muffled as he tried to acquiesce, but his mouth was already rather busy as he lapped desperately against her pussy.

"What was that? I couldn't quite make that ouuuuuuu_uuuuhhhhhh_!" Her voice rose as she felt his tongue strain against her, quivering before darting inside of her, twisting around with desperate enthusiasm as the bristly fur of his lips brushed against her labia.

"Ohhh, you naughty little minx," she chastised him as she giggled. "I didn't know you had it in you." She breathed heavily as he lapped into her insides, whiskers twitching against her thighs. "But your technique needs a little work . . . Here, let me give you some pointers." She leaned down, bracing her hands against the floor. Nate shuddered as he felt her hot breath puff against his snatch, his insides clenching in anticipation.

She was a wizard with her tongue, dragging her wet hot rasp up one side of his labia and down the other, grinding against his clit, making the heat well up inside of him as she slathered him in wet hot affection.

Nate groaned out, trying to marshal his new animal tongue to follow her movements. His thighs clenched in around her, her long ears flicking against them as she pressed in, grinding against him until she slipped inside for a brief moment in a wet hot rush. His tail creaked out longer as the hot thrill of magic from the collar lanced through him. She ground against his insides, swirling around as he began to quiver before pulling back and leaving him needing more.

He needed release. He needed it more than life itself. He tried to focus, lapping in harder, gasping against her dripping snatch.

She reached a hand up to his belly, sliding into his newly formed pouch, massaging the warm flesh inside as it rose up into two soft pink teats that she pinched and rolled between her fingers. His attention danced between her tongue teasing his cleft and her hand caressing his marsupial teats, his long splayed feet-paws pedaling as he groaned.

Nate ground the backs of his furry knuckles against her own tender flesh inside of her tight pouch, the strange angle making finer actions impossible. He closed his eyes, breasts heaving as he began to pump his tongue into her, building up a rhythm, sliding in and out of her tight passage as his chin butted up against her clit over and over. She stiffened atop him, tail lashing behind her as her insides began grinding down around his tongue. He knew he was on the right track, her muscles tightening under her fur as he redoubled his efforts.

Dani stifled a groan, laying the side of her head against him and gritting her teeth. She couldn't help herself as she clenched around his tongue. Her breaths came fast and shallow as she squeezed her thighs around him. There was no way she could stop it at this point, so she began to make good on her promise, burying her muzzle against his snatch and licking in as encouragement, a padded finger working his clit, grinding small insistent circles against the swollen button of flesh. Every time he clenched and writhed, his tail swelled out thicker, flopping against the carpet like a fish out of water.

His ears perked up, insides wrenching around her tongue with needy insistence even as her own passage gripped and kneaded his tongue inside of her. The imprints of his hands writhed under the skin of her pouch as he groped against her teats. He felt her squeeze in against him tighter and tighter, little fluttering contractions coming in faster waves before he screwed his eyes shut, straining forwards with his tongue as his velvet chin ground against her thrumming clit.

That was all Dani needed, her pussy spasming, clamping down and relaxing in a halting wave, clear bliss leaking out around Nate's tongue like ambrosia. She let out a muffled moan, breaths puffing between his legs before she shoved in and twisted her tongue inside of him, rubbing her lips up his trembling labia towards his clit.

Nate's tongue halted it's wild pumping briefly, spread thighs clenched before the pleasure of his first female orgasm slammed into him like a bolt of lightning. His insides lit up, muscles taut as they pulled her tongue deeper into him. His tail lashed wildly, creaking to its full length as he returned to making out with Dani's cleft, groaning as she ground her hips down against his muzzle.

It just didn't stop, prickling pleasure ricocheting around their bodies as they writhed together in a buzzing circuit of lust. Nate's breasts jostled as he gave his all to pleasuring his mistress, and she made good on her promise to return the favor. His thick tail thumped against the floor as she nibbled at his pussy, slathering over his clenched hole before darting back inside of him, making him gasp again and again as she explored his fresh femininity from every angle.

Eventually, their shared contractions began to slow, but even that process was gradual, shifting from thrumming blind need to lazy, sloppy licks and nuzzles. They hugged their bodies together, wringing out every last mote of pleasure before Dani rolled off of him with an exhausted thud.

They both panted, staring up at the ceiling, minds slowly processing the echoes of their pleasure.

Eventually Dani reached up, paw scrabbling around the coffee table like it was possessed. She grabbed her phone, tapping the screen and bolting upright.

"Fuck," she swore. "We gotta get going. Hold on a second."

She dashed off to her room, tail bobbing behind her as Nate tried groggily to gather his thoughts.

"And wipe yourself off, slut!" She tossed a towel out of the door at him before darting back inside to rummage noisily through her belongings.

Nate unsteadily rose to his new paw-feet, pushing himself up and then teetering back before he braced himself against his thick tail automatically.

This was going to take some getting used to.

Nate walked over to the mirror on the closet door and considered the beautiful 'roo staring back at him through her long blonde hair. He ran his paws over his face, claws still feeling strange combing through his muzzle's fur. Carefully, he wiped off all the signs of their exertion, snagging some wet wipes from the kitchen just to make sure he was fully pristine for his first time out in ages.

His new body was amazing. Nate watched his ears flick back as he ran his hands down past his breasts and then around the tight edge of his pouch. He couldn't help but giggle, giddy with his newfound form, and also just from the aftermath of the change.

Reaching up, he tapped his claws against the heart shaped lock on his collar. The idea of going out wearing it was . . . oddly enticing. He already missed Dani, even though she was still rummaging around the next room over.

He definitely understood why she dated witches now.

Posing in front of the mirror, he put a hand on his pronounced hips and turned to the side, tail bobbing as he found his new balance. He shook out his golden hair, running his claws through it, grinning as he tried new poses, loving every curve and contour of his new form.

"Alright!" Dani rushed out of her room, garments fluttering from her fists. "Put these on and let's get out of here. I'm already late enough because of you." She tossed down a pair of cutoff jean shorts and an olive-green crop top.

"Chop chop!" She yanked him to his overlong feet and helped him squirm into the new clothes as she hastily pulled on her own previously discarded garments.

To Nate, they were . . . tight. _Reeeeealy_tight. His cheeks burned as he looked at himself in the mirror. He had to admit, he did make a very pretty 'roo.

"Alright, enough fawning, you. We're already an hour behind schedule, and I have no idea when the collar is gonna wear off. So, let's get to it!"

She grabbed his paw and yanked him out the door as they made their way towards what promised to be an unforgettable evening.