Your Hermification at The Wilde Thyme (FtH Version)
Story by WolfLeah on SoFurry
Intimate flirtation at a bar called The Wilde Thyme deepens into euphoric transformation as you become a Laquine with draconic elements.
I made two versions of this story. This second version focuses on you starting as a Female and becoming a Masculine Hermaphrodite.
The first version focused on you starting as a Male and becoming a Feminine Hermaphrodite.
This chapter is inspired by my guide back to writing, Zmeydros, and her character Elara. She has been gracious enough to help me with editing as well.
She can be found at both https://zmeydros.sofurry.com/ and https://www.furaffinity.net/user/zmeydros/. You can also support her on Patreon.
You know you want to read her stories.
This is the first in a series of vignettes involving me, Leah (a Wolf-Dragon Hybrid) turning people into their fantasies and fursonas.
All Characters are over 21 years of age. Do not read this story if it’s illegal to do so. All rights reserved.
If there’s enough interest I’ll open commissions for completely unique transformation experiences. For now I have this chapter and then two more friends getting transformed.
Your Hermification at The Wilde Thyme (FtH Version)
By Leah Wolf Jacobs (WolfLeah)
Intimate flirtation at a bar called The Wilde Thyme deepens into euphoric transformation as you become a Laquine with draconic elements.
I made two versions of this story. This second version focuses on you starting as a Female and becoming a Masculine Hermaphrodite.
The first version focused on you starting as a Male and becoming a Feminine Hermaphrodite.
This chapter is inspired by my guide back to writing, Zmeydros, and her character Elara. She has been gracious enough to help me with editing as well.
She can be found at both https://zmeydros.sofurry.com/ and https://www.furaffinity.net/user/zmeydros/. You can also support her on Patreon.
You know you want to read her stories.
This is the first in a series of vignettes involving me, Leah (a Wolf-Dragon Hybrid) turning people into their fantasies and fursonas.
All Characters are over 21 years of age. Do not read this story if it’s illegal to do so. All rights reserved.
If there’s enough interest I’ll open commissions for completely unique transformation experiences. For now I have this chapter and then two more friends getting transformed.
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Female to Masculine Herm Version
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Earlier tonight, we slid past each other in a crowded bar. The Wilde Thyme was serving hipster cocktails, with no substitutions allowed.
You were there at the invitation of an old friend. I felt your aura as my arm grazed yours. Neither of us dropped our walnut-oil-washed, clarified bourbon milk punch cocktail, with its rosemary and thyme infused ice-cube, and caramel-dipped-wafer garnish.
Our eyes connected for a moment and we smiled at each other before gliding away through the crowd.
As the evening wore on, we both happened to take a break for nature at the same time. In the small queue for the restrooms, we struck up a conversation.
After a few minutes, I was finally first in line. When the door opened, I grabbed you by the collar and pulled you into the bathroom with me, bolting the door behind us.
I kissed you then, aggressive but tender, gauging your reactions. You didn’t disappoint. You balanced your reactions to dance with my lips and tongue in a tango from a punk band.
I broke the kiss and twirled away, smiling at you in the most mischievous way. Your aura told me you were ready for what I was about to do. I was sober enough to know I should ask your permission, but buzzed enough to do it no matter what you would have said. That’s when I made a decision that would change your life, forever.
***That leads us to***
Right now, I'm running my hand down your chest, between your breasts, as I plant a tiny kiss on your nose, give you a wink, and lower slowly to my knees. My hand keeps pace, running down your belly.
Unnoticed for a moment is that my kiss on your nose sends a ripple of change through your face, making glasses unnecessary for your now vibrant, violet-colored eyes, slimming your lips only enough to read as male, and otherwise masculinizing your features while keeping you looking like you.
The tingling and the burning of a sandblaster peppers your lips, chin, cheeks, and neck with the sudden growth of long desired facial hair.
The touch down your chest sends waves to perk up your nipples, while shrinking them and your areola to tiny masculine nubs. Then the breasts behind them shrink and recede into your chest until their entire mass is added to your growing pectorals and other muscles.
Desperate to watch your changes, you rip your top up over your head and unclasp your bra with practiced fingers. You fling them both to the corner with equal parts relief and contempt.
Just as you get distracted by your newly flattened chest and the hairs sprouting from it, my hands reach for your hips. I make short work of your skirt and panties, pulling them down past your knees till they puddle on the floor.
I guide your cunny to my mouth and lick your clit like it’s the best tasting lollipop I’ve ever had. Then I reach around you with both hands and grab your ass cheeks. I pull your hips forward and penetrate your pussy with my long tongue, sucking on your clit. My tongue gets longer first, pushing deeper into you before my face flows forward into my wolf-dragon muzzle, making it easy to extend my forked tongue to wrap around your clit and still push into your folds.
You look down to see the golden eyes of a wolf, set in a face that is somehow as feminine as it is feral. Incredibly soft, short, grey fur covers my face, with the exception of a dash of brown on my forehead and leading back into my hair-turned-fur. Wolf ears peak and swivel at each grunting groaning gasp you make. A black nose kisses your pubes, sending a cascade of white fur out from its touch. The nose is as wet as you’d expect but the texture is that of tiny, black scales. It’s only then that you notice the same tiny black scales on my eyelids and just above, acting like permanent shimmering eyeshadow.
Horns ease painlessly from each side of my forehead, swooping back in a wave to an upturned tip. Grey and brown mix in the keratinoid covering their length. You have a quarter second to think “handlebars” before other changes grab your attention.
From the ten fingernails-turning-claws gripping your backside, your ass flesh tightens and tones into slabs of muscle, firm as granite. The change flows forward to your belly and shrinking hips, and down to your thighs, knees, calves, and then finally feet. Your stomach clenches as it grows taut, toned, and strong, a six-pack obscured by a minimal coating of cuddleable fat. Your thighs grow thicker with powerful muscles. Your limbs seem to stretch, growing into your new height. By the time your feet grow into pink-padded paws, gain dark brown-black claws on the altered toes, and snap your leather boots open at the seams, your height has grown to 6’1” or 185cm tall. You would think there’d be some sort of unsteadiness on your new legs, but they continue to hold you up as faithfully as ever. Your arms gain muscle as you flex them in awe and wonder.
Your clit pulses against my tongue with each emphatic heart-beat. The sensitive organ tingles intensely as it grows longer and wider, till it is double in size and splits into identical twins, one placed right upon another. Your mind threatens to break as your already sensitized clit is now sending twice the pleasure from each lick.
The new upper sibling swells steadily, spreading out the sensation, until it pushes into my mouth. Within moments I’m sucking your new clit cock. Steadily it grows into your laquine perfection. The skin visible around your base becomes black as pitch and you will soon find out that the color spreads evenly up your enlarging length. You’re grateful for my oral control that keeps my fangs from your ebon flesh. The head of your new cock flattens as your length grows longer and thicker, threatening to press down my esophagus.
The labia my tongue is laving with saliva, swell from within as a sack forms between old clit and new cock. A slick pressure pushes down from your abdomen, down in front of your pussy, in a sensation that borders pain and pleasure. My draconic forked tongue licks and presses in and against the walls of your cunny, the tips alternately twining together and applying pressure against the sides, drawing the bulged orbs lower and relieving the throbbing intensity. Your abdomen undulates involuntarily until your new testicles drop into the growing fleshy sac. Your balls grow larger in their new home till they are heavy and fecund with possibility.
Your clit swells larger in both width and depth as your vulva changes shape. Moments later, a perfect, black-lipped horse cunt winks at the open air before being stuffed once again with my tongue.
Like a snake or dragon, I breathe through my nose even as your new horse cock spears halfway down my throat. I lick your clit in slow circles, matching the motions with my mouth and throat. I keep up a slow and steady pressure on your clit, and even suction on your shaft, drinking the rapidly increasing flow of precum. My grip on your now firmly muscled ass keeps you from thrusting on your own without moving my entire body with you.
I drive you crazy with slowly building pleasure, guzzling your copious pre and fem-cum.
Like a pump from a well, with each suck and lick I draw more change into your body from the wellspring of my magic. The changes that have begun now accelerate toward their inevitable completion.
Your coccyx, that vestigial tailbone at the base of your spine, twitches and presses outward, adding vertebrae, flesh, and skin. It thickens to draconic proportions, punctuating your embiggened muscular ass cheeks with its girth. The length stretches till it touches the floor and surprises you further when it reflexively recoils from the touch of cold, sealed concrete.
Your asshole, now at the juncture of the underside of your tail, swells with durable muscle until it’s the shape of a swollen puckered donut. The skin of it has turned as black as your cunny and cock. Crisp white fur, bright as newfallen snow at midday, flows in even waves from the edges of your sexual core, up over your hips and ass, down to your toes, cascading down your new tail to the tip, running up over your abdomen, replacing the newly grown hairs on your masculine chest, and wrapping around the edge of your nips. The nipples themselves darken to the now familiar black of your genitals and finish their coloration just as your face begins pushing forward into a handsome bunny muzzle and pink button nose. Your long eyelashes flutter in near-orgasmic pleasure. Your soft white fur supplants your new coarse beard, and reaches its final destination as the tips of your ears are covered instead in black-furred hairs.
Later I’m sure you’ll come to appreciate the black spots that adorn your cheeks, hips and a few other places on your otherwise brilliantly white fur. For now, something inside you tells you that you’re complete.
You smile a wicked smile and grab both my horns. You’ve decided that I’ve been topping from the bottom for too long and it’s time for a guy like you to take charge of his horny bitch. My eyes gaze up at you from your continuing blowjob, that has you on the edge of climax, but only the edge. In them you see permission and a dare. A dare to wrest control from my wanton debauchery and take me as you see fit.
Your “handlebar” thought re-enters your mind and you decide it’s a wonderful idea. Your now bunny hybridized hands, with their own brown-black claws and pink paw pads, grip my horns tightly. My eyes and the corners of my lips show you a grin and I start licking your cunt and clit faster, as intensely as my lingual organ is capable of thrusting.
Not to be out-done, you start fucking my face like it’s an ex who still owes you money. My grip on your furry ass starts instead massaging the sensitive base of your tail, letting you know, in no uncertain terms, that I want your cum in my throat by any means necessary.
Your eyes close, head tipped back, right foot thumping the floor through broken boots, grunting your lust with the first hint of your new masculine voice box. You ravage my throat at a blazing pace for a few moments longer before your altered organs finally tip over that edge into climax. You let out your first horse whinny as your knot swells, just outside my lips. Your huge balls and prostate finally get to release their pent-up load down my slutty throat, pumping your cream directly into my belly.
As you come down from your orgasm, you release my horns. I draw back off your cock and away from your hypersensitive clit with intentional slowness.
You stare as inch upon inch of black horse cock emerges from my black-scaled lips into the cool, air conditioned breeze. In the end, your mighty pillar is fourteen inches long and nearly as wide as a soda can.
Its flared tip is even wider and you sputter out, “How the…” in your new masculine voice.
Smirking broadly, I say, “A little dragon magic goes a long way.” My hand wraps part way around your deflating draconic knot and gives it a quick squeeze for emphasis before letting go.
I stand up. You see me in my true form; grey, brown, and white fur, silver-grey, black, and pearlescent-white scales, a hybrid of wolf, dragon, and horse, my cock so similar to your own but with a few added ridges down the length and a three lobed knot around the base. My prehensile, furred and scaled dragon tail sways behind me as I stand on draconic claws and run my hands over my eight nipples, capping breasts in descending cup sizes; from D cup at the top, to C on my lower ribs, B on my upper abs, and small puffy A cups below my belly button.
A little twirl, put on for your enjoyment and my exhibitionism, leads to me sauntering over to the toilet, grabbing the handicap safety rails, bending over at the waist and raising my tail high. The top forms a cute question mark as I ask, “Are you ready to own this pussy?”
You nod with a growing grin so I add, “Prove it.”
With a horse-like snort from your rabbit nostrils, your foot long bunny ears pointing directly at me, like focused radar dishes, and a delightful burst of determination, you cross the room in three strides, line up your massive cock and thrust into my dripping-wet, black-scaled, horse snatch.
“Don’t hold back.” I grunt.
You don’t.
I let out an involuntary moaning groan of pleasured relief as your giant horse cock scratches an itch so deep that only it could help me. Your strong rabbit-like hands grasp my hips tightly and you proceed to rail me like a bullet train.
You fuck me with all the vigor that I teased but didn’t supply to our initial encounter. I moan and thrust back into your pounding with all I have. My tail wraps around the side of your hip, around your right ass cheek, and plunges into your cunt’s folds until I’m penetrating you fully, matching pace with your thrusting hips.
Minutes later you cum again from both cock and pussy at the same time, whinnying loud enough to be heard beyond the front door of the bar, filling my pussy with all the cum it can drink. Your climax triggers my own. My pussy gushes fem-cum around the knot that you somehow kept out of my yearning snatch, and my horsecock blasts its load, across the black ceramic tiles and white porcelain below me, in sympathetic orgasm.
We both pant from our exertion. I straighten up while you’re still inside me, using my tail to keep you tight to me as I lean my back against your firm chest, turning my head to the side to try and steal a kiss. You oblige me and our tongues dance while our fire slowly cools to warm, glowing embers.
A moment of rational thought enters your mind and you listen to the higher processes of your brain enough to say, “We’re going to be in so much trouble.” A hint of panic creeping into your deepened voice.
“I doubt it.”
“What do you mean ‘I doubt it’?”
“Well I own the place.” I state matter-of-factly.
“Somehow, I’m not surprised.” Your new deeper voice sounds sexy and growly in a way that just feels right.
“I hate to ask but I have needed to pee since before we got in here…”
Reluctantly you pull from my satin snatch, dumping half a liter of cum onto the tiles below us when your flare pops free.
You turn around saying, “Oh, of course.” and avert your gaze. I aim my dragon-horsecock into the bowl and release a stream to do our distant racing cousins proud.
You do the same while I wash my hands. When you finish, and then wash yours, we remove the last remnants of our now useless clothing, and leave Bathroom #3 to whoops, hollers, and cheers from the crowded bar. I let you know that the lead bartender, Cecil, will help get you clothes to get home in.
A racoon hybrid of indeterminate gender stands ready with mop and bucket, entering the room we just vacated. The bartender rings a bell and asks the quickly quieting room, “Who had the square with “hung masc rabbit herm”?” A large chalkboard, you hadn’t paid attention to earlier, hangs behind the bar with a grid of descriptions and sketches.
A gorgeous woman at the bar cheers and holds up her ticket. “I’m next!” She announces joyously. A few patrons groan in disappointment but far more share another cheer, for someday, if they’re at all lucky, I’ll remake them into their truest inner self as well.
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