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Second Drink at The Wilde Thyme

by Leah Wolf Jacobs (WolfLeah) and SarahVixen

After I changed a person into their ideal self, a laquine-dragon hybrid form, a beautiful woman at the bar, with her own secrets, celebrates winning the Transformation Pool.

Welcome to The Wilde Thyme.

This chapter is inspired by SarahVixen saying, “I like to imagine I'm the gorgeous woman who was up next.” This story picks up at that moment.

We then RP’d a slower TF involving hypnosis. I’m not a hypnotist but I went with what I know. Please be careful if you're easily tranced. This story also involves light BDSM and tickling.

As always you are not allowed to read this if it would be illegal for you to do so. All characters are 21 years old or older. All rights reserved.

I kept SarahVixen’s writing as close to the original as possible while just changing the narrative perspective. SarahVixen’s writing and character sheets can be found here: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/sarahvixen/

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I kiss the newly minted, horse-cocked, dragon-tailed, bunny herm. My wolf-like muzzle, with its black scaled lips, lingers against theirs for a few seconds before I pull back. Their heat has cooled for the moment and I don't want to stir it up again.

Cecil, my lead bartender, and I share a look from across the room. His amber cat eyes and orange furred ears focus on the two of us while he announces the results of my latest indulgence in transformative magics.

I approach the bar with my laquine acquaintance in tow, handing the new herm off to him. He'll give them a packet of services that the bar provides on the side, including assistance with name changes and legal paperwork, how to change between anthro and herm-human forms (if desired), offers for custom tailored clothing to fit herm-anthro bodies, a free outfit to wear home, etc.

Not long after that, they will become very popular with the other bar goers. All of them seeking contact with their soft fur, and to be regaled by the story of what the fuck just happened.

I really should explore an x-rated version of the Moth Radio Hour where people get up on stage and tell true tales of sex and transformation.

Meanwhile, you are so excited when you realize that you have won the betting pool that you shout in joy, “I’m next!”

I notice and it makes me smile a wolfish grin to see you so eager for change.

I saunter up to you with swaying hips and thick dragon tail, moving in a wave behind me. I can practically hear your vibration of eager, nervous energy when I reach forward with my right hand, taking yours and kissing it, “I’m Leah. Welcome to The Wilde Thyme.”

I wink at Cecil, still so glad that I gave him a fraction of my aura sense when I gave him his pussy. He winked back with a twirl of his ginger-hued handlebar moustache. He’d ensured that you would pick the correct square before you ever decided to place your bet.

You take a nervous sip of your yuzu and lavender lemon drop, with elderflower-infused-vodka pearls. Your gilded lavender sprig and lemon twist are already discarded on your bar napkin. The alcohol is making your head tingle with the beginning of a pleasant buzz and you’re being a bit more giggly than usual.

You try to keep looking at my face but fail miserably, glancing down at my eight scaly tits, two furry hips, and light-reflecting, plump, black sheath and hefty balls, on display for all to see.

"Hehehehe, I just... wow, you really do look amazing, I can't believe I waited so long to come here."

“What held you back?”

“I-It’s complicated. A l-lot of ch-changes have happened in my life over the l-last three years. I have wanted to be here but I’ve been afraid. I mean, w-what if I came all this way and didn’t get this chance?”

“Oh I know all about fear. Sometimes you have to find a way to focus on something else. Tell me, do you like crystals?”

I pull a shimmering jewel from somewhere. It’s just over an inch long, tear drop shaped, perfectly clear, and catches every light in the room, splitting them all into glittering rainbow colored flecks.

“Moissanite is a man-made diamond alternative. It’s nearly as hard as diamond but even more reflective and sparkling. Would you like to see it, and more, in my office?”

"Oooooh, that's gorgeous, I’d love to see it more... that... hehehe, that is what you said, right?"

You feel your cheeks flush, and your thighs squeeze together. You gulp down the last of your drink before hopping off the barstool, teetering a bit, and giggling as the room spins slightly, from nerves and your pounding heart as much as the alcohol.

I hold out my furry, wolfy, paw-padded hand. Its strong but delicate, feminine fingers with relatively short, blunt, claws, help to steady you as you teeter off the stool.

My other hand gestures back down the hallway to the bathrooms and the office beyond.

As you step past me, I slide that hand around your middle and pull your back into my body, in front of everyone, and whisper in your ear, "I asked if you'd like to see it, and more.... I didn't say more of what." a sultry growl punctuates the end of that sentence.

"I'm feeling generous, so I'm going to give you a choice. Come with me, and you will Cum with me. Once you do, you will never be the same again. Or... or, if you can step away from me, right now, I'll let you go without doing anything."

You feel a shiver go down your spine as I hold you against my chest, and you can't quite tell if it's the alcohol in your head or my subtle, animalistic scent, but your head just keeps spinning even when you’re not moving at all.

"Mmmmm, hehehe, I can't turn down an offer like that. If I walked away now, I get the feeling I'd regret it forever."

Rather than stepping away, you lean into my chest more, feeling my soft fur and the smooth scales of my multiple breasts against your exposed back, shoulders, and arms.

A murring, long, low growl begins my answer as I press one hand to your belly. Another brazenly grabs your right tit above your clothes. I graze your neck with my teeth and then lick the scratches. The hand pressing us together makes you feel the swelling head of my cock against the small of your back.

I whisper in your ear, "Look around. Every single person in here knows that we're about to fuck, and that you'll be a different being when you come back out again."

I shift my hips and you feel another inch of horse, dragon, and wolf hybridized cock press out of my sheath. My nipples feel like twin lines of cherries pressing into your back.

"Let me show you the crystal in my office. Shall we?" The hand on your stomach glides around your hip to your ass while the hand on your tit gives another not so subtle squeeze.

"Aaaaah...." you’re awash in a warm feeling, like your whole body is blushing as you look around the room. You see dozens of smirks, a few horny winks, and even a few looks of naked jealousy. Knowing what's coming, you’re both excited and terrified, but you've made your choice and you are not going back on it now. When I squeeze your tit, it makes you arch your back and moan, your head pressing into my chest as you feel my cock pressing harder into the small of your back.

"I... mmmm, I can see them.... some of them want me.... some want to be me..."

A quick squeeze to your ass, and my hand leaving your tit for your shoulder, prompts forward movement. Before you know it, one step turns to three, turns to the twenty-one paces to my office door.

I step around you, unlocking it with a wave to some sort of scanner. I hold the door open for you and you enter not so much a bar office, as an apartment that should be in a magazine.

As the door is closing you just barely hear the bartender say, "...squirrel, hawk, fox..." and then the door behind you closes with a click that makes you jump.

On the left wall, near the door, are the requisite file cabinets and manager's desk with neatly piled papers and an advanced computer POS system. Ahead of you is a smaller wet bar, and to the right is a luxurious chaise lounge, perfect for reclining like some golden era movie starlet. Beyond that is a hallway and you can just make out the shape of a bed through an open door.

You gasp softly, the different species you heard causing your brain to go wild. You can imagine each one, it feels so vivid. Right now, out there, someone is betting on what you'll become, hoping that they'll win, so they will be in your place. The thought somehow makes your panties grow tight as you moan softly.

"I knew you owned the place, I didn't know you lived here too."

"I'm all over with my calling, but I do stay here often."

I step in front of you, place one hand on your hip and another on your back and pull you into a forceful yet tender kiss.

Huskily, I breathe words into your lips, "You know, that estrogen has been doing wonders for your figure. Most of the people out there read you as being born this way." I run my fingers through your hair, gripping at the base, and tilting your neck back.

You moan into the kiss, but then freeze when I mention the estrogen. "I.... how did you know?"

I lick your neck from collar bone to cheek, lipping your ear.

You shiver at the lick, but the adrenaline is still pumping through you as you try to figure out what it was that outed you.

Pulling back to look you in the eye, I tap the side of my nose, smile, and wink, "You can't fool the nose of a wolf, let alone a dragon, Sexy." I dart forward to kiss you again, wiping all thought and fear from your mind, before stepping back, holding up the inch long crystal on its silver chain. The lights of the room bounce through it at all angles, shining in rainbows from each facet.

You almost look down in embarrassment, though you’re glad I don't seem to mind that you’re trans. The light shining off the crystal catches your eye though, and rather than looking away, your gaze is locked on the crystal.

"I promised to show you the crystal again. Isn't it beautiful? Gaze into the colors. Try to find them all. You know you can't see them all at once, but you have to try. The colors are so deep, you feel you could live in them, falling deep into them. Falling into beauty, deeper and deeper...."

Colors flash with every subtle movement, the hues changing, the light arching in different directions. There's always something new and interesting to see, it's so pretty and fun. You just watch, trying to see every color, every flash, looking closer and closer.

"It's so beautiful, so sparkly."

"Yes, Pet, it is so sparkly, look into the sparkles and tune out everything else. You don't have anywhere to be but here with the colors. Looking closer and closer, deeper and deeper."

I keep the crystal moving, ever so subtly, to shift the rainbows and continue, "Follow the colors down, down, deep into your mind. All you can hear is my voice. All you can see are the colors in your crystal."

"M... my crystal?"

"Yes, your crystal, you own it now and need to pay special attention to every facet. Look deeper now, down into your mind, your mind is like the crystal, complex and beautiful."

You’re a bit confused, but don't try to stop looking. It's so gorgeous, so many colors, shining so bright, you can't really see much else. Every time you think you can see something other than the crystal, it flashes and everything else disappears. You don't notice, but you’re starting to sway a bit back and forth, your body slowly becoming more relaxed as you watch the crystal sparkle and turn, sparkling and shining, so many beautiful colors, sinking in, so many colors washing over you, nothing but colors and my voice now.

"Follow the beauty of the crystal, feel how it takes you deeper and deeper into your own mind. Following only the colors, hearing only my voice. You feel yourself relaxing as you look into the colors."

The hand not holding the crystal starts massaging your neck and shoulders. You almost close your eyes before I say, "You want to see all the colors that are taking you so deeply into your own mind. You feel so good, so deeply relaxed. You see how beautiful the colors are and know that my giving you this crystal is a sign that you can trust me. You trust me to take care of you while you go deeper and deeper into your mind, looking at the colors. You realize that you can see the colors better if you tell me the truth. You always want to tell me the truth. To tell me the truth and obey. To obey my words that help lead you to the colors in your crystal. So deeply into your mind, so deep, and honest, and relaxed. You're ready now, ready to tell your truths. First, tell me what I already know, what is your true gender."

You whimper a bit at the soft touch that's making you even more relaxed. You lean into my hand, using the support to stay standing as you relax more and more. Your brain is so colorful now, so pretty and sparkly, it's impossible to lie when everything is so pretty and beautiful. "Mmmm, I'm a herm... but I want people to see me as a woman..."

"That's right, Pet, you're not just an ordinary woman, and you're certainly not a man. No, you're better than both, you're really a herm like me, just waiting for reality to catch up to your true self. The colors agree with you. They want you to follow them deeper and deeper, so honest, so trusting, so ready to obey my words as they guide you to your true self."

I subtly guide you to the chaise, "I'm going to count down now, down from five to one, and when you next hear "one" you will find yourself completely in trance, so deep, so obedient, so honest. "Five" deeper and deeper, following colors to the chaise. "Four" sitting down slowly and carefully. Keeping the colors in view. "Three" you can see the colors now even when you close your eyes. Close them now and lie down on the chaise. "Two" completely relaxed, honest, and obedient. The colors are so happy for you. "One" completely in trance and ready for the colors to guide you into my service."

You close your eyes, having almost collapsed onto the couch. Your body seems to sink into it like you’re made of putty as you relax more than you ever have before in your life. Even your breathing is slowed from how relaxed you are. But even this deep, this relaxed, the colors are still there, dancing around you, beckoning you onward, leading you toward my voice. "Yesss....."

"You're a fascinating woman, Pet, you should belong to someone powerful. You are following the colors to your true self. Your true self isn't human, you know that, right Pet?"

Your face actually scrunches up a bit, almost like the idea of being human is disturbing, even this deep in trance.

"Noooo... not human.... no...."

"Your true self is all woman with one or two notable additions, isn't that right, Pet?"

"Yes.... I'm a woman.... Herm...."

"People will see you in your true form and say "SHE is so fucking gorgeous". They'll lust for you and you will be fuelled by their lust."

I run my finger tip paw pad over your nipples, "People looking at your true self turns you on, doesn't it, Pet? You're so close to the colors now. Tell me honestly, what species is your soul."

"Aaaah..." You gasp as you feel your nipples get hard, then seem to get even harder, swelling a bit, stretching and growing puffy. You've always liked your nipples, but feeling them get so puffy now, it's so nice. "Mmmm fox... I see fox colors..."

"That's right, Pet. You're so foxy that everyone desires you. Everyone desires you but you really belong to me, don't you Pet?"

You moan as you feel your cock throb and get hard under your dress, the idea of everyone desiring you feels so good.

"Mmmm, belong... yes... I belong to you..."

"Yes, you may leave here eventually, maybe even go back to a lover but, in your deepest most colorful truth, you know you belong to me."

You feel that single digit circle each nipple, on your small but beautiful breasts, and tap the tips. At each tap they swell bigger and longer, the areola widening, the flesh behind them growing in pressure and firmness.

"Feel your body from within. Feel the colors swirling inside you. See the fox inside you growing stronger and more ready to flood you with its grandeur."

You see colors that you somehow instinctively know are my colors. They surround your colors and saturate them. For a moment our colors merge, then flash brightly, and it's even more gorgeous than before.

The pleasure of my touch makes it all the more vibrant and intense. You feel your tender teats respond to my touch. Years of additional growth happening in minutes as they grow into firm, suckable nipples.

The breasts that your hormone replacement therapy has nudged into being so slowly until now, swell rapidly with ecstatic pressure until they are ripe cantaloupes, firm and supple at the same time.

That same finger tip now traces down your belly. You never even noticed that the clothes you were wearing have vanished, until my finger tip touches the head of your cock.

Suddenly blood flows into your shaft and it's like you were only semi-hard before now. It engorges and grows larger, inch by inch.

You gasp and moan, feeling the light swelling inside you, growing brighter, and becoming more vibrant. It feels like you should have light beaming out of your pores.

You feel warm and tingly all over, your enhanced breasts jiggle on your chest with each moan and hitched breath. Your cock suddenly feels like it's hot, burning bright with colors. Colors leaking from the tip, pushing from the inside, making it grow, shift, and change. The skin at the base is growing looser, bunching into a sheath while the tip of your cock narrows to a point, throbbing with every pulse of your pounding heart.

"Feel your limbs getting heavy. So heavy, and soft, and relaxed. Every inch of you is relaxing more and more, taking you deeper into trance, deeper into my power."

I draw my paw pad down the length of your cock, further drawing the skin down with it.

"The only part of you feeling energized is the part I'm touching. Your sense of touch is focused through whatever point I caress."

"Your colors are changing, blending with my light and power, feel now as I change your girl cock into something to better fit your soul."

I cup my hand around the base of your cock and squeeze enough for you to feel your pulse pounding beneath my hand paw.

You gasp and let out a small cry as it feels like every sensation in your body is condensed down into your dick, overwhelming pleasure and TOUCH shooting into you through your lightning rod.

My hand pulses tighter and looser, tighter and looser, over and over. With each pulse open there's less room to close. Your skin colored knot grows wider and wider, till it is the size of an orange, ideal for locking inside your lover.

You should be writhing in bliss. You should be arching your back and screaming at how good it feels, but instead, you’re still. You’re so relaxed that you let out only a whimpering moan as your knot throbs and swells into my palm.

Just as you approach climax from the intensity, I let go. My paw padded fingertip instead glides back and forth across your balls, making your stones grow larger, and the sac grow smoother, as it stretches to accommodate its more fertile payload. You feel like when you cum it will be an epic geyser.

"You never had a problem with your cock, did you Pet? You just felt like something was missing. Should I give that to you now or make you wait?"

"W-want.... aaaaah.... gonna...." You’re whimpering and sputtering as your brain is awash in colors and pleasure, colors and bliss, colors and my voice. It's all blending together as it overwhelms your body.

"You know that only I can give you what you truly want. Only your Mistress can make you whole."

My right index finger alone traces along the seam of your perineum, that narrow ridge of skin between your balls and ass. The flesh there puffs into the pussy lips you've always dreamed of, plump and practically perfect in every way.

My paw tip rubs gently at the apex of your new lips, just below where they flow into the skin of your ballsack. At first you feel a growing pressure and a tingling sensation. In your mind, you see flashes of color and swirling eddies of light, flowing around the places I touch. Moments pass and my slow circles begin to glide around your newly forming clit.

All at once, blinding sparks shatter through your mind as nerves connect to your brain and the most pleasure sensitive organ of any gender comes online at full sensitivity. Double the nerve endings of the entire ten inch knotted fox cock that now graces your hips, in less than a cubic inch. You find yourself hurtling toward climax again, and again you can’t move, can’t scream, you can barely moan unless answering my questions.

Just as quickly, it all stops. My fingertip pulls away as I say, “Not just yet, my pet. You are getting so close to where you need to be, and when I bring your human body to completion, I’ll let your orgasm become complete as well.”

You try to scream in frustration and pent up need. You want to howl with your still human throat, but you remain still. So deep in trance, so lost in the swirling colors, so entangled in my voice that all you can do is FEEL.

The tip of a dull wolf claw traces a single line between your artfully crafted petals. It glides from just below your clit to the bottom of your folds before pressing inward. Flesh parts like watered down Jell-o as my finger penetrates you, forming your pussy.

Adding to your deepening madness is the slowness with which I form your cunny. Inch by inch, over nearly a minute of agonizing pleasure, your tunnel grows. Soon enough, a second finger joins the first and together they spread apart your pink walls. Your tunnel grows a cervix. Behind it, a womb and ovaries are forming. Wetness floods your pussy as I press a third finger into your depths. I start pulsing them in and out, dilating and contracting them inside you.

The colors inside you are bursting like the finale of Fourth of July fireworks. Psychedelic displays cascade in all directions as my left hand grips your cock, stroking from tip to knot and back again, while my thumb makes synchronized circles on your clit, and the fingers inside you tap, tap, tap on your g-spot.

It could have been hours or a quarter second but all you know is that when you hear, “Cum for me, Pet.” everything goes white. All colors and none bombard you with the ultimate pleasure. You try to scream so hard that no sound escapes your clenched vocal folds. In the so-called real world, your fox cock is blasting the last of your human spunk onto your naked belly, while your cunny blasts fem-cum all over my thankfully waterproof furniture.

White fades to black, only to find that sparkles of prismatic light begin filtering back into your mind. “You’re a mostly human herm now, Pet. I could leave you like this and you could pass as a woman amongst the rest of the throng… but you don’t want that do you. You want me to give your soul its final perfection, don’t you, Pet?”

“Ye-e-esss Missstress.” you slur in your post-cum inebriated state.

“Good Girl.” I say firmly and sincerely.

You gasp in the sudden pleasure that hearing that phrase sends pulsing through you.

“Now I’m going to count up from one to five, bringing you slowly out of trance. When I reach “Five” you’ll be fully awake and the beautiful lights, that have guided you to this point, will go back into your crystal. They'll stay there until the next time we want to use them to bring you into a deep relaxing trance."

“One, feel the lights lifting you higher. Two, slowly, slowly feel the energy flowing back into your limbs. Three, feeling the energy flow into your face and down to your fingers and toes. Four, nearly back to your waking self. Five, awake and alert, but still completely relaxed.”

I snap my fingers for effect and your eyes dart open.

“How are you feeling, Pet?”

“I feel wonderful, Mistress.” you say instinctively, then feel alarmed that you called me “Mistress”.

“I could have transformed you fully while in trance, but where’s the fun in that? No, I want you awake and aware when you feel the bliss of true change.” I smile at you and lean down to kiss your lips tenderly.

“Now, pet. Explore your altered sex as much or as little as you like and then we’ll retire to the bedroom.”

At the mention of your altered sex, your gaze snaps down, surprised to see how large and shapely your breasts have gotten.

Between your heaving bosoms, you can see your cock, longer, thicker, but also pointed and with the swell of a knot at the base, only just now starting to calm down from the bliss of the transformation itself.

You reach down, slowly, hesitantly. Everything else has been the same as you perceived them to be when you were deep in trance, can you even dare to hope that the other change remained as well?

You gasp suddenly as your fingers touch something that wasn't there earlier. Rather than the warm, dry skin of your perineum, you feel something wet, loose, and easy to push aside. You feel your breath catch in your throat as you explore your pussy lips gently, caressing every fold, every crevice, every bump. It's like you’re trying to embed the look of your pussy on your brain using only your fingers. You’re so overwhelmed with joy, the pleasure of touching yourself is a distant second.

This should have been there your whole life. The thought sends a wave of euphoria trembling through you, knowing that no matter what else happens, you're finally a herm.

"I'm me....." you whisper softly, the reality of the moment sinking in.

You start to cry in sheer joy, tears running down your cheeks as you press a finger into the depths of your vagina, feeling it spread and wrap around your digit.

You press one finger, then another, then a third into yourself, exploring your inner walls, touching and caressing over your new flesh. Each new sensation feels more right, more correct than ever before. You finally have a pussy, just like you always dreamed of. And your cock! Your other hand is wrapped around the knot, squeezing and caressing it, exploring the new sensations that it gives.

I stand out of sight, over by the bar, watching your sexplorations as a ravenous voyeur, feeding off your lust and happy satisfaction. Seeing people change is my drug of choice, but only knowing someone enjoys their change lets me consume it.

You gasp as you feel a strange sensation hit you. You'd felt something like it before, but never this strong. A pleasurable clenching feeling in your abdomen forces a gasp of surprise and bliss from your mouth. There's a tingling warmth radiating from your core that is making you feel one specific thing. You need to be filled and fucked.

After several moments of exploring your new anatomy, no small feat considering the enlarged orbs on your chest and in your sac are both blocking your view, you hear me speak from somewhere in the room.

"You're almost you.", I say in answer to your whisper.

"There is still more change ahead before your soul will be truly satisfied. Have no fear, Mistress will take care of everything."

From your reclined position on the couch, you hear the clinking of ice cubes into a glass, followed by another, and then the twin pours of liquid from a pitcher. A moment later I step back into view with a pair of tall glasses, filled with a dark liquid, ice, and a lemon wedge squeezed into each.

"Iced tea" I say, beginning to hand the cold perspiring glass to you, pausing long enough to add, "Not of the Long Island variety."

I sit on the edge of the chaise and hand you the drink. "Drink up, Pet. You'll need your fluids and your energy for what comes next."

You take the offered drink and gulp it down, not removing your fingers from your pussy. Even with three fingers inside you, you still feel empty, needy. Your core is aching, but at the same time it feels amazing, like a pleasant burn in your womb that just keeps getting worse the more you finger yourself, but you can't seem to stop.

The words I spoke resonate in your head. "Mistress will take care of everything." You can feel those words sinking into your soul, becoming the absolute truth.

I upend my glass, finishing off the beverage, take the empty glass from you, and set them both on the copper-rimmed, glass coffee table. I turn back to you and gaze into your eyes as you finger yourself.

"Your lust is so delicious." I lean forward ever so slowly and taste your lips with a kiss. "Your mouth is too."

You moan into our kiss, whimpering a bit, as the kiss only serves to make the fire in your core hotter, making you even more needy. You writhe and squirm in the kiss, moaning and mewling, as your cock gets hard again and throbs in the air.

As soon as you're fully hard, I pull away and run an idle paw pad around the tip of your cock, down the shaft, tracing the lips of your pussy, with the barest hint of contact. Then I run it back up your cock to the pointed tip and around it once again, before the cycle begins anew.

While my fingertip makes its first lap around your track, in imitation of an old-school slot-car, I look deep into your eyes and say, "I think it's time to consummate our Mistress-Pet relationship, don't you think?"

You moan a bit at the thought of being my Pet for real, of consummating it, of finally being your true self. "Yes, please Mistress, I'm so.... so NEEDY. I need you so much."

I smile wickedly at your response and add, "We’re going to be having quite a bit of fun together, both tonight and in the future. If anything I do is a bit too intense and you want me to ease up, the safe word is "yellow"."

"If you need everything to stop until you’re ready to continue, the safe word is "red"."

"If you are freaking out and want our play to stop all together, the safe word is "red-red-red"."

"Repeat back to me, in your own choice of words, what the safe words are."

You blush at my touch and my words. Something about them says that if you go through with this, you’re my pet now and forever. But even then, it still seems like I’m giving you an out.

"The....aaaah.... the safeword to slow down is "Yellow", the safeword to stop is "Red" and the... the safeword to end it all is..." you blush, but then bite your lip to gather your nerves before answering, "N-not important."

You take my hand delicately, feeling proud of yourself for doing what you wanted.

"It is important, Pet. You're going to have a big choice to make when we're done playing tonight. It's not a choice I give to most anyone else."

You blush and clear your head of some of the horniness that was making it hard to think rationally. "I understand Mistress, the safeword to end it all is "Red-Red-Red". I promise, I'll remember"

"Good Girl." I say definitively.

You moan as my words seem to race down your spine and stoke the fire in your belly. You reach out and take my hand, marveling at the soft, spongy texture of my pads and the strong but delicate fingers tipped with blunt claws. You find that my body is truly a wonderful mix of wild and graceful.

I watch your unfiltered reaction to my latest statement and then stand up, still holding your hand.

"Come with me."

I continue to hold your hand, walking one pace ahead and one step to the left, guiding you to one of the rooms down the hall. The door you saw through obliquely is still open. You glance through the doorway as we pass to see a bed that is bigger than king-sized. Orgy sized, maybe? Empress sized? In any case, you bet eight to ten people could sleep on that bed easily.

The thought hasn’t even finished crossing the busy intersection of your mind before we’re walking through the door at the far end of the hall, into a room with expensive looking green wallpaper, accented with gold filigree. Dark wood cabinets are arrayed in several places, on the walls opposite the door, and objects that your eyes can’t seem to focus on, line the wall to your right.

You can’t focus on any of that. What has your full attention is the large four poster bed, open on all sides, smack dab in the center of the room. The bed is stripped bare, save for some very expensive looking cream colored sheets.

"Lie down in the center with your head to the left, and your arms and legs spread wide toward the corners."

You nod and move to follow my orders faithfully. You blush a bit at how exposed you feel when you spread your legs like that. The cool air of the room wafting across your pussy lips is such a new sensation. Your breasts feel more exposed too, especially now that there is so much more of them mounded on your chest when you lay back.

"Good girl." I trace a paw pad in a single line from your right wrist down your arm, down your side, down your leg to your ankle, sending shivers across you like pebbles scattered into a pond.

"In the future, and with no reflection on your obeisance thus far, when I give you a direct command, you will reply with "Yes, Mistress.", am I understood, Pet?"

"Yes Mistress." The words leave your mouth without you even needing to think about it. It feels so right and natural, just like the new pussy between your legs and the womb in your core.

"Mmmm such a Good Girl you are." I smile like the proverbial cat, after the yellow bird's demise.

I rub your belly when I add, "Naturally there will be exceptions, or it could become quite burdensome, but we'll get there as the road bends."

"I'm going to bind you to the bedposts, fuck you, and transform you. Tell me how that makes you feel."

You take a moment to figure out the tangle of emotions that you feel in your core. Your heart is pounding, your head is swimming, your cock is throbbing, and your pussy feels like it's dripping.

"Excited, anxious, and horny, Mistress."

"Take a deep breath in... and out... let the anxiety blow away with the spent air. You know you are safe here."

You follow my instructions, taking a deep breath in. When you breathe out, you rapidly feel calmer. Still horny and excited, but the fluttery pounding in your heart is gone and your body feels more relaxed overall.

I reach out with my right hand and grab your right wrist, looking into your eyes intently. "You feel a silk rope around your wrist. You feel it is tied exactly tight enough to be inescapable, but is still perfectly smooth and comfortable. Feel me draw the rope tight, pulling your wrist and arm straight, but causing no pain. Watch as I tie it securely to the bedpost. You see it, don't you pet?"

I 'let go' of open air and step slowly around the head of the bed.

You tense your arm for a moment, but you can't move it. The imagined rope is tight, but not uncomfortable and your arm feels like it's laying in place, but simply can't be pulled out of position at all. Looking over, you swear you can even see a red, silk rope tied to the bed frame, holding your arm in place.

"Yes Mistress, I can see it. I can't move my arm at all."

"What a good girl you are to anticipate my next question. You feel a pulse of pleasure from your clit as a reward... now."

You cry out, hips jerking as your clit suddenly sings with pleasure. It’s as if someone has pressed a powerful vibrator directly against it for just a split second.

As you shiver and shake, I take your left wrist in hand. I pause till I once again have your full attention, "I'm tying this wrist in exactly the same way. Watch as I tie it to the other post."

Once 'tied', I slowly walk around the free standing bed, clockwise, to your right foot, dragging a paw tip down your wrist, arm, side, and leg, as I did on the other side. I lift your ankle and tie it to the bed in the same fashion.

I walk away from the bed, your left leg still unbound, and collect a peacock feather, from a vase full of them, on a table near the wall that your feet are facing.

"Be a good girl and try not to move."

You blush, slow your breathing, and make every effort to stay perfectly still, not that you can move much anyway with three of your limbs firmly tied by silk ropes.

"Yes, Mistress."

I stride sensually, hips swaying, tail undulating, clockwise again, around the bed. This time I trace the barest tip of the feather up your right calf and inner thigh. Wafting air past your pussy makes you shiver. Rubbing softly across your balls makes you writhe in place. Gliding swiftly up your cock to the tip causes you to buck your hips into the air, despite my instructions and your best efforts.

My feet don't miss a step as the feather slides sensually to your left side and then back up to your right nipple, flicking it a few times till my pacing steps make it necessary to draw the feather up the sensitive inner part of your arm to the wrist.

Each new sensation elicits gasps, moans, bursts of laughter, and fits of giggles but your body remains bound in the center of the bed.

At that point I cross the post and have to pull the feather away. Now, at the head of the bed, I draw the feather up your right cheek, across your forehead, down your left cheek, and then pull it across your lips, intentionally tickling your nose before crossing the next bedpost.

You moan and strain your neck, as if you want to rub your face against your torturer, gasping as it kisses your lips. You try to follow my command to be still, but some things are beyond conscious control.

I draw the feather down your neck and across your clavicle, tracing down your left breast to tease that nipple. From there I trace down your ribs, belly, and pubic mound, ignoring your genitals, down your left inner thigh, and finally calf.

You try so hard not to giggle too much, but it's difficult when the feather tickles your sides. You groan in disappointment when it drifts past your genitals.

I dramatically pull the feather away, balancing it between my right horn and ear, and reach for your last free limb.

I lift your left leg and make a show of tying an imaginary bow at your ankle, before pulling your leg taut to be 'tied’ to the post.

"There. You’re all tied up and can't move your limbs from their restraints. Isn't that right, Pet?"

"Y-yeah, I can't move at all, you've tied me up real tight, but it feels so comfortable."

“That’s good, Pet. I’m glad you’re comfortable. Go ahead and pull against your restraints as hard as you can, just for a moment, knowing they won’t budge till I release you.”

You strain and pull but each wrist and ankle doesn’t move one iota farther from the post than its position when it was tied.

Smiling, I pluck the feather back into my hand and wave it where you can see it, back and forth across your vision.

Then it, and I, vanish from your sight.

Seconds pass and all you hear is the faintest whispers of paw pads on hardwood flooring. You look above you and notice for the first time that the entire ceiling is one big mirror. You see me then, standing by your feet, feather in hand, tapping it on my chin.

"I wonder... just how ticklish are you really? Don't bother to answer that. I'm about to find out."

With a malevolent grin I lower the tip of the feather to the soles of your feet.

Soft slow flicks and rapid little ones assault your senses.

Your body writhes on the mattress flexing and bucking. Your head presses back, lifting you off the bed with peals of laughter, but your wrists and ankles remain stubbornly stuck in place. Your eyes are shut tight, as the tickle torture continues, laughing till you find it hard to breath.

I stop to let you catch your breath, then start using the very tip of the feather more like a paint brush, gently caressing the bottom of your toes and the ball of your foot. You feel swelling pressure forming, hard like a callus at first, but then it feels softer, less stiff.

As you start to breathe more evenly, you gaze up at your reflection and see both my look of concentration as I paint back and forth, from one foot to the other… and your feet changing shape.

Your big toe is shrinking and sliding up the side of your foot. Your other toes are growing, the third and fourth toes growing longer, and all of them growing thicker. I tickle the very tips of your toes and you see your nails darkening to a deep brown-black, turning into semi-blunt claws.

You wiggle your feet and the mirror shows you thick, skin-colored paw pads under your four remaining toes and the bigger pad behind them all. Your feet start stretching longer into true paws.

I hold the feather up to my lips, pretending to be indecisive, and then paint the lower half of your calves, causing them to shrink as the feet grow even longer.

"Aaaaahhh!" You let out a soft groan as it feels like your feet and calves are having a deep, penetrating massage, combined with a challenging stretch.

After minutes of work, I stop. You lift your head as high as you can to see down your human nose, and human chin, through the canyon of your tits, at feet that have human skin, but are the shape and form of a digitigrade canine.

"You can feel it inside you. I know you can. You told me so, when deep in trance and unable to do anything but speak the truth. You feel the fox spirit part of your soul. It paces now, in mobius strip wanderings through your center. We’re going to let her out."

"I'm going to bring her out of you deliciously slowly, a most pleasurable torment, I hope you'll agree."

"That.... mmmm, that felt good Mistress," You say as you flex your surprisingly nimble toes, watching them wiggle, still amazed that they are truly yours.

"I'm so glad, Pet."

I run my paw-padded hands up from your toes, past each of your dewclaws, up your calves to your knees, crawling onto the bed, and gripping your thighs. You feel warm pulsating power flicker outward from my fingertips, into your flesh. The muscles and fat of your legs grow and flow into the most feminine bombshell of proportions, but look odd leading up to your still normal ass.

You writhe in place, unable to move much because your limbs are still 'tied', but your hips and core squirm and roll on the bed. You moan from the feeling radiating into your body from my fingers.

"Hmmmm, I wonder what could plump up your ass effectively?" I ask in mock ponderation, "I know, stuffing it from the inside!" I exclaim as if the thought just occurred to me and hadn’t been planned from the beginning.

My long draconic tail, furred above and scaled below, reaches behind me, just below the line of the bed, to bring up a tiny basket. I pass it to myself and pull out a bottle of lube and a rather large, black, silicone butt plug, with some kind of tube coming out of the bottom.

My tail flings the empty basket in an easy arc toward the corner and I start lubing up my fingers till they drip with stringy, gloopy, cum-colored lubricant.

You watch the basket go flying, and only when I pick up the plug do you realize what I have planned. "Oh... oh my"

I press my index finger against your rosebud and look into your eyes, daring you to use a safe word this early.

You bite your lower lip and steady yourself, trying to relax your ass as I gently press a lubed up finger against it.

When I see your resolve and anticipation, I press my index finger into your ass, spreading you gently. I press inward and find your prostate, rubbing it gently in small circles.

You gasp and moan. Your cock twitches from the rubbing of your prostate. Small drops of precum are forming on the tip. "Aaaaaaah... .M-Mistresssss...."

I rub there for a moment before flipping my finger around and applying pressure towards your tailbone. It opens your asshole enough for me to slide my middle finger in, and start stretching your sphincter front to back, and side to side.

I rub your prostate again, but can't resist the urge to lean forward and lick your balls while my left hand strokes your dick softly, as if petting a puppy.

Just as you start getting worked up, I pull my hand and mouth away from your boy-parts. I add more lube to the palm of my hand that is lodged in your ass, letting it flow into you like a sluice. With all that extra lube, I slide a third finger in easily and keep stretching.

Your muscles clench around the invading fingers but cannot force them out. Neither can they draw the digits in, as your body seems to desire. The feeling of fullness is both intense and fulfilling. You yearn for more and are about to receive it.

I pull my fingers out, drawing forth a groan of disappointment and relief. I hold up the plug, that now seems gigantic in your eyes, and slowly pour the cum-lube all over it. I lower it back below your balls and cunny to press its rounded point into your loosened anus.

You cry out as the plug widens the deeper it pushes into you. The feeling grows more and more intense until, just as you feel you’re going to cry out in discomfort, the widest point passes through your ring and the plug locks itself inside you.

“I bet you’re wondering what this does, Pet. Any guesses?” I hold up the tube and the rounded rubber ball at the end.

“I-is it a-a p-pump, Mistress?”

“It is, Pet! Very good. Feel as if both your nipples are being sucked for the next twenty seconds, starting… now.”

Your eyes close from the pleasure, mouth parting in silent witness to the intense pleasure radiating from the multiplied nerves of your enlarged and sensitized breasts.

I wait and grin until your reward is complete before continuing.

“If this were a prosaic object, it would just pump air into itself, pressing against the walls of your rectum, making you feel delightfully full. This however, I enchanted myself. Each pump into the plug will indeed inflate it inside you, but that growth will then transfer to your waiting flesh. We’ll have your ass properly grown in no time at all.”

I pump the ball and you feel a swelling in your bowels. It’s subtle for a moment, but then I pump again and the pressure increases. A third pump and you feel it grow, but then something strange happens. You feel the muscles of your ass all flex at once, straining tightly before releasing. With the release comes a new feeling of fullness, it’s not much but it’s noticeable.

The next pump brings a plumping sensation to the smooth fatty layer surrounding your glutes, swelling your skin tighter as it expands.

Another pump and another change arrives, this time you feel pressure at the base of your tailbone as it grows out nearly two inches from its vestigial size.

“You can’t have a tailhole without a tail, can you?” I tease, pumping again and growing the proto-tail to four inches.

Hearing and feeling that your tail is growing fuels your lust like nothing before. You quake with a small climax from your clit, while your cock drools prodigious pre-cum onto your belly.

I don’t stop though, no. A few more pumps and the plug itself has stopped expanding inside you, but its effects are ongoing. Your ass soon has the muscle tone and size of a female bodybuilder, but the shape and softness of a porn star.

Your tail is the last to finish. It's still a bit sad in its naked, furless state, but it's more than four feet long, draped down the bed past your ankles, and beginning to waggle happily.

I crawl up the bed further, rubbing my cheek against your cock for a moment before kissing up your belly, licking and nipping at the tender flesh I find there.

You watch both directly and in the mirror as I kiss farther up, dragging my eight nipples across your skin. They’re hard as platinum rivets, clad in silver scales above and pearlescent white below. Your cock can’t help but press against the scales between the smaller, lower mounds of flesh while I kiss and lick up your breasts to your nipples.

I suck each nip' in turn, drawing them deeply into my maw and rolling my forked tongue around your juicy cherries. I moan in pleasure from having your cock pressed against my scaled belly, nearly to my chest, from the feeling of my lips and tongue on your tits, and from the sheer joy I’m feeling from your aura, and experiencing from within myself.

Minutes later your cock is drooling onto my chest, dripping down to your belly. It is soon joined in its voluminous production by the first drops of your milk squirting into my mouth.

At the first taste, I become an addict, suckling like a starving babe that’s been left in the woods till now. It’s not long before your tits are firm and solid with their milky payload, no matter how much of it I try to drink.

You scream with ecstatic pleasure at the feeling of rightness pulsing from within. You’ve dreamed of milking your tits since you still had a boy's name. You yearn to clutch me to your bosom and feed me properly but wouldn’t dare restrain your mistress, even if you were able to move your limbs.

It’s only when I have a belly that’s rounded and full to bursting with milk and cream that I release your nipple. Smiling into your lactation drunk eyes, I give a cute burp and say, “Excuse me.”

“Of course, Mistress.” you slur, trying and failing to focus your gaze for a moment before giggling and smiling up at me.

My tail ‘hands’ me the feather and I show it to you before smiling wickedly once more.

“Ready or not it’s time for more changes, Pet.”

“Y-yes, Mistress.” you say, shivering in anticipation.

I dart my face forward, licking from chin to cheek in one fluid motion across your lips, giving half a giggle before drawing the feather up to boop you on the tip of your nose.

Rising up, I straddle your belly, trapping your straining cock beneath my dripping snatch. I don’t move it though, I just sit there smirking down at you. I run the feather gently against your left ear, then your right, alternating, seemingly at random, tickling your ears and cheeks, and making you giggle, squirm, and squeal yet again.

You hardly notice anything changing until the whorls of your ears absorb your earlobes and flatten out, growing longer and wider. I tickle out the tips into cute points and start moving the ears themselves, and the attached anatomy, higher on your head.

Focused as an artist with her canvas, I paint your ears into their naked, triangular, foxy perfection. I give a satisfied nod and lean down to kiss you, biting your lower lip and pulling gently, making you lift your head into my kisses, wishing my lips wouldn’t part from yours.

In the end, our lips do part and your groan makes it all worthwhile. You look down the length of your nose and see it has begun darkening.

“It’s time, Dear Pet, for me to bring you the pleasures I have promised.”

I kiss you once again and glide backward, placing my knees against the inside of your plush thighs.

From your restrained vantage, you can just barely see the broad flat head of my dragon-horse cock in all its black, glistening, pre-dripping glory, but it makes you quiver with anticipation all the same.

I lift your hips slightly to line up the tip of my cock with your brand new cunt and press the tip of my cock into your hungry folds. You groan from somewhere deeper than before, feeling full just from my tip. I prove to you that there are yet deeper pleasures to reach, pressing slowly into you.

The pain you expected from losing your virginity never comes, having taken the time to work you open slowly. The glacial penetration is maddening but you’re unable to bite to the center of the Tootsie-Pop, so to speak, thanks to your mental bonds.

Inch by inch, ridge by ridge, I penetrate you to the medial ring. You're shocked that I can somehow fit all that inside you. Not done yet, I press further still, my wolf knot kissing your petals. Your pussy stretches wider, moment by moment, until my semi-inflated knot slips into you.

Only then do you know what it’s like to be filled completely. Your cunningly crafted cunny is a glove-tight fit to my draconic member. The pressure inside you is enormous as my knot and the anal plug compete for the title of Most Swelling Object.

I lean into you and grind my flare against your cervix, drawing forth an entirely new set of sounds and sensations from your core.

Pleasing as this moment is, one penetration does not a fucking make. I draw my sword back, ridge upon ridge stretching your folds again, only to slide them all fully into your sheath.

Rhythm builds like a steam train coming up to speed, slow, long and deep, steady and even, but growing faster all the same.

My tail refuses to be left out and wriggles into my pussy like a snake into a rabbit warren, eager and determined.

Yips, screeches, barks and howls are conjured from your still human throat as I build to the steady clip of a long straightaway. Well… you assume your throat is still human.

Your mouth tingles and your teeth feel like jelly. Your now black nose merges with your jaw’s successful attempt to grow slowly forward into a muzzle.

Our fucking is driving you near mad with pleasure, as your vocal chorus indicates. All the while your muzzle is growing and thinning to form a beautiful foxy face, complete with long flat tongue and canine teeth.

You're enduring so much pleasure that your hands are balled in fists. Your body reflexively corrects that position as your hands change in several ways at once. Fingers slim and lengthen in feminine grace while gaining strength, thick and beautiful pink-skinned paw pads, and brown-black claws.

“Open your eyes, Pet. I’ve saved the best for last.”

You open your startlingly bright blue eyes and affix them to your reflection on the ceiling.

“Now… Begin!” I command forcefully into the room. My pace never falters. For a moment you begin to wonder what has changed until a warm, soft, tingling flush spreads from our joining, enveloping your balls and sheath with downy white fox fur.

The fur doesn’t stop there. No, it grows in a cascading wave, inch by inch across your skin, simultaneously flowing in a white wave up your now muscled but cuddly tummy, and russet brown as it flows over your broad hips and around to your luscious ass.

Never relenting, my thrusts pummel you with pleasure, heightened by the euphoria of your flooding fur. My right hand lets go of your hip to grab hold of your throbbing cock, stroking it in time with my pounding hips. You know in that moment that I’m intent on making you cum every way there is, all at the same time.

The tide reaches down to your knees, where the color darkens to the coal black of your soon-to-be furry knee socks. At the same moment, a creamy white wave envelopes your tits and all but your puffy nipples and areola in downy softness.

Pure bliss floods your brain as you see your long, long tail, that I had hidden from you as much as possible before now, floofs up bigger and thicker than you had ever dared to dream. Tears of joy leak from your eyes and you blink them away. There’s still more to see.

Hands and forearms join your feet in black gloved beauty, the pale pink of your paw pads standing out brightly in any light.

Far from replacing the hair on your head, your long black tresses grow thicker, shinier, more lustrous, and even softer. The hair takes on a fur-like texture and grows longer, till it would drape to the center of your back if you were standing up. For now, it settles for pooling around your head and shoulders like an ebon halo.

In the end, the waves of fur racing around your body culminate in a three-way-tie for the ages. The russet fur of your long tail changes to a bright creamy-white floof when it reaches the tip. At the exact same time, said creamy-white fur matches pace up your neck and lower jaw, and the russet brown on your face melds into your hairline, sweeps down the bridge of your muzzle and reaches the black of your nose.

In the instant that your fur completes its epic journey, your world goes white as the most intense orgasm of your life erupts from your entire erotic symphony of sensations. My fist squeezes your knot as hot blasts of white cum erupt from your volcano. Your prostate, g-spot, and clit all explode simultaneously adding to the Krakatoa of all orgasms.

In that blissful instant, I howl your name, lock you to me with my fully inflated knot, and flood your depths with cream, all while my tail brings my own cunt to an explosion that gushes epic amounts of girl-cum to further flood my end of the bed.

I collapse forward as a tree falls in the forest, whether anyone hears it or not. My muzzle lands in the bountiful cleavage before me and my scales become covered in your smeared cream.

Some indeterminate amount of time later, we begin to regain consciousness. I find my knot has softened enough to allow me to pull out. I do so and weakly crawl forward to whisper in your ear. “Your bonds have been removed.”

Your limbs all go limp before instinctively wrapping all of them around me, hugging us together. I return the hug and roll both of us to the side. We snuggle there and nap until thirsty mouths and growling bellies wake us again.

Peeling our sticky fronts apart, I sit up, raising you up with me, and you finally find out what it’s like to sit with a massively floofy fox tail arrayed behind you. It wags involuntarily when you think of it and your tongue lols from your mouth as you pant happily.

Looking deeply into your eyes, I smile affectionately and caress your furry cheek, brushing against whiskers you hadn’t noticed growing in, but will certainly be aware of from now on.

“Pet, before we clean ourselves up, it’s time to make that choice I told you about earlier. Are you ready to listen?”

“Y-yes Mistress.” you don’t have enough time to start worrying in earnest before I begin.

“There are three options as I see it, and while I don't wish to bias you, I do want to reassure you that I’m most happy with option three.

One: In this moment, I could undo all my hypnotic programming of your mind, release you from my service, and let you go start your new foxy life, out in the world, with my blessing.

Two: I release you but leave a few pleasing triggers installed. You move into one of the apartments I maintain in the adjoining building, where you could come and go from a job here in the club, and we’d fuck on a semi-regular basis.”

I pause for a long moment, prompting you to query, “A-and op-ption t-three, Mistress?”

My intense stare burrows through your mind as I answer, “Option Three: You bind yourself to me as my personal pet, live in one of the adjoining rooms, or in my bed whenever possible.”

“So Pet, what’s it gonna…”

“OPTION THREE!!! I mean, Option Three please, Mistress.”

“I was hoping you’d say that. That means we have one more task before we can replenish our fluids and fuel. Once I do this, you’ll be mine forever. I will always add new lovers and subs, and you will not be my only pet, but you will be special amongst them. Do you understand and agree?”

With certainty you answer, “Yes, Mistress, I do.”

With a swirl of my hand in a circle, ending with my right paw up, a pulse of colorful light appears, vanishes, and leaves in its place a pair of gold bar-bells encrusted with actual gems on either end. A quintet of tiny, triangular, light blue sapphires, nearly as bright as your eyes, surround a purple sapphire pentagon that is as clear as it is dark, on each end of both glittering piercings.

“This won’t hurt unless you want it to hurt, your choice.”

Your smirking grin tells me all I need to know. I bring the first barbell to your left nipple, opening one end to reveal the spike that will do the damage. You try not to shiver in anticipation of this newest penetration. Precisely aligning the bar, I press from the outside inward, piercing your flesh, making you yip and keen in pain fueled bliss.

The sting becomes a throbbing heat with each beat of your heart. Your nipple tingles with undreamt of sensitivity. I blow a cool breath across the tip and your nerves light up like a chandelier, sending a whole body shiver pulsing to your toes, tail, ears, and fingertips.

Placing the ball on the tip, it seals itself into a single unit that will never tarnish, fade, or allow infection to taint the symbol of our bond. Its twin is quickly added to your other nipple and the pact is complete. You feel a shiver thrum from the base of your tail up to your neck and back again and know that this is your life now.

I smile at you, my pet, and help you stand on your new feet for the first time. You’re surprised how natural it feels to move on your paws, like this is the body you should have had since birth.

“Come now, Pet, the bar is long since closed for the night but Helen is on pre-dawn duty in the employee-slash-family kitchen, so we can still get something tasty to eat and cool to drink.”

“I bet it won’t be as tasty as you.”

Your adoring smile is infectious and I beam it’s mirror back at you.

“Well, we can certainly put that to the test can’t we? I’m sure Helen will relish the challenge.”

I take your hand in mine, and together we walk into your new life.