Lurkerbelle
Another comm for https://www.furaffinity.net/user/Lurkerrabbit/ ! In which he turns into Isabelle from Animal Crossing and helps out with shop management.
Lurker smiled as he stepped into his friend's office, taking in the decor. A few candles glowed an eerie, magical purple, but the main source of lighting was a plain, if nice looking, ceiling light. Old and worn desks and bookshelves were contrasted with modern computers and game systems left on the tabletops and in drawers, and the waste bin of food wrappers and old papers. Still, his friend and partner was missing for the moment, leaving the mouse to sigh a little as they took a seat in front of the front desk.
He noted how the desk in the front was newer than the one in the back; it had less scratches and scuffs, and was much cleaner. He brushed a paw along the top, ears twitching a little pale fur contrasting the deep brown of the varnished wood. It was nice, really nice, although he couldn't admire it for too long as they finally heard Luma enter behind him, giving a quick greeting as she carried a stack of papers in her arms to the other main desk.
His foxy friend smiled as she tossed them down, only to quickly find herself having to sort a few and keep them from falling over. After a moment, the Braixen turned to face Lurker properly, eyes beaming through her glasses and a smile on her muzzle. She settled into a seat and leaned forward on her paws, pointed hat and bushy tail pointing out behind her.
"Glad you could make it, Lurky!" she said, and they nodded, fidgeting in their seat.
"Of course! So, what do you invite me in here for?" he asked, looking around the room. Luma giggled a little as she reached into her tail, brandishing her wand at her friend.
"Oh, I found a spell I want to try out on you! If it works, we'll both benefit from it, I think." she explained, a small rainbow of flames forming on the tip. "Ready?"
Lurker paused for a moment, before nodding. "Will I need to, um, strip for this?" he asked, remembering how some of her spells went into more explicit territory.
"Nah, this one works with your clothes." she said, before flinging the flame onto Lurker. They impulsively raised their arms up to protect his face, but the magic was merely absorbed into him, tingling and making their fur stand up on end as it began to course through its system. After a few minutes of nothing happening, he looked over himself, then back at Luma.
"Um, what was it supposed to do?" he asked, standing up and walking around a little. Luma did the same, her claws gently clicking on the floor as she examined him.
"Well, it was supposed to be something that would help you be nice and organized." she explained. "But I'm not sure if it, well, actually did anything. We'll need to run a test." She looked over at the stack of loose papers, which Lurker in turn took note of. They were very messy, weren't they? A small urge to try and fix them ran through their head, and he approached them, looking at the few on the top.
"I get it, you wanted me to be a secretary." he said, quick to realize just what his partner wanted. She just smiled and leaned in to kiss his cheek, a blush running under both of their fur as he took the whole stack and began to skim through them. Various store stock related papers, purchase and sales receipts, and other such expenses and gains. Without even thinking, he returned them to the stack in a different order, leaving them neatly categorized by their type and evenly arranged with none sticking outward, only to then be surprised when they realized what he did.
"Oh, I guess it worked!" he said, smiling as he turned to a drawer, instinctively knowing where to put the pile. As they pulled it open, he noticed his fur starting to shift a little, dark blue on his hands turning paler, bits of yellow running through, but the sight of how much of a mess the inside of the drawer was soon overrode any concerns about his fur getting stained.
"Oh, let me just sort this for you, Luma!" they said, and the Braixen nodded in approval.
She settled herself into the seat by the back desk, leaning back with a smile. Her magic was working just as she hoped, and she giggled as she watched Lurker's shirt growing slightly thicker, specks of brown fabric forming on it. He didn't notice the shift as he worked, pulling various things out of the drawer, before pulling the next one in that cabinet open and sorting out the supplies inside. Even as the fur on his paws grew thicker, and their palms swelled up slightly into paw pads, Lurker's focus was just on their work.
It was a lot; Luma was poor at organizing her storage. Or at least keeping it organized; there were labels on some of the drawers, and themes to some of the shelves, but she'd been slacking on actually using the sorting system she had. Lurker took notice of how some shelves had more space than needed for their themes, and others had too little, and paused their work, looking at Luma with a little concern.
"Um, do you have a label maker on hand?" he asked, his voice growing a little squeakier and higher pitched. Luma nodded, pulling a drawer in her personal desk open to retrieve it. Lurker nodded and bounced a little on his bare paws when he took it, the soft pads taking this time to form fully while his toes shrunk and rounded themselves out. When he turned back to the drawers, ready to reorganize them and return their various contents, Luma noted how their tail was starting to wag slightly, the spare hairs growing thicker even as the tail itself grew shorter.
Lurker smiled as he darted around, between the different shelves and tables, making sure everything was nice and sorted. He even pulled a washcloth from his sweater pocket, before pausing for a moment as they realized he wasn't wearing a sweater before, nor a skirt; his pants were merging and shortening, showing off the yellow fur that was spreading unevenly up their legs. Some hair fell into their eyes, and he took a moment to brush it back up into a neat part, confusion growing as he wiped dust away from the less used parts of the office.
"Hey, Luma?" he asked. "Did that spell just make me more organized?"
"What do you mean?" the Braixen replied, giggling as she rested her head in her paws, tail wagging behind her. "You look normal to me, Lurky~" He was confused by this, before noticing a television that was left off. He could see specs of leftover stains on it, and wiping them away was a good excuse to also get a better look at their own changing face, watching as his eyes turned darker, and his muzzle grew softer and shorter as the yellow fur spread onto it. When an ear suddenly fell down to the side of their head, followed by one on the other, he realized what it was the Braixen had done. He turned to look at her, smug grin still on her muzzle as she watched their hair grow a little longer, curling itself up into a pair of buns at the back of his head.
"Looking good, Isabelle~" she taunted. Isabelle tried to make a reply, but was distracted by the realization that she was now starting to think of herself as Isabelle. A few uses of masculine and neutral pronouns began to slip into her head, but already feminine ones were taking over, alongside her new secretarial urges and skills. Luma smiled as she spoke again. "Don't worry, I won't erase Lurker. Just... replace him for now~"
Isabelle nodded along, watching as her fingers shortened more. She was at least not getting fully converted to have her in-game proportions; her hands were still conventionally usable, and a small swelling in her chest, modest breasts forming under her blouse as a bra materialized from the fabric, indicated that she would even have some sexual traits that the game models typically lacked. She was about to ask how she could become a fictional entity, as she recognized that she was from a game, but then remembered Braixen was just as fictitious and yet one was standing right before her.
Either way, if she was going to be turned into a secretary, she was going to be the best one she could. And so, she moved to start organizing the front desk, her desk, only for Luma to stop her, producing a pair of glasses for her and having her take them. Isabelle needed a second to properly process why she was being given them, before realizing how her vision was blurring a little and sliding them on.
"I think you look cuter with the glasses than the contacts~" Luma teased, before leaning forward to kiss Isabelle on her lips briefly. Isabelle blushed madly, and her tail wagged quickly, flustered by how her friend and maybe boss was into her.
"You, ah, don't need to transform me to kiss me, you know." she stammered, the still bare tip of her tail waving around behind her. Luma simply giggled, returning to her own desk as she began to work on something on her computer. Isabelle found herself distracted, thinking about the kiss, as she settled into her own seat, turning her machine on and setting it up. As she waited for the machine to install the basics, she looked over her desk, blushing as she saw a small mirror left on it so she could watch her nose turning nice and dark.
Luma had left her a good bit of work; she'd stuffed lots of useful supplies for her into the desk, but as usual in a disorganized manner. Luckily for Isabelle, her new instincts and skills made quick work of the loose clutter, leaving everything only slightly out of place by the end. She wiggled in her seat from a mixture of excitement, and a shifting sense in her crotch.
Luma's spell had left her genitals for last; her penis gently retracting, sheath reworking itself into soft lips. Her boxers tightened around her body, turning into panties that in turn were soon hidden by a second layer under her skirt. In a way she was disappointed in her outfit denying upskirt looks, but in turn her growing professionalism meant that she would prefer it off the clock anyways.
Still, Isabelle couldn't help but take a moment to brush a paw against her chest, blushing as she explored the new sensation. Her other paw lowered itself, pressing against her skirt as she explored her new slit. It was light, and brief; she didn't want to make a mess of her new work clothes, or pull herself away from her business for too long.
Her computer had finished its own setup by the time she was done, and soon she got to work, alternating between adjusting the machine to her own preferences and hooking it up to the building's network. It took some time, during which she was thankful that Luma had set up a television on her desk to help her kill time and produce background noise; it wasn't something she was initially the most excited about, but as her mind adjusted to being Isabelle her approval of it grew.
She was unsurprised at how Luma's digital sorting was similar to her physical sorting; there was a system in place, with clear labels and groupings, but it was only inconsistently used. She reorganized a few things on her own, but paused after a while; she didn't want to do anything her boss wouldn't approve of, didn't want to change things without making sure Luma knew what she was up to.
Luma was her boss, right? She took a bit to mull over that thought. They might need to reevaluate their relationship on the one hand, but on the other, she was crushing on the fox just as much as she was before. Either way, it felt right for her to help her out, and anyone else who came into the shop and needed assistance. She stood up, looking at the clock; the store was slated to open soon, and Luma had somehow managed to fall asleep in her chair.
"Miss, it's opening time!" Isabelle yelled, gently shaking Luma in an attempt to rouse her.
It took a few seconds, but soon Luma was awake again, wiping her eyes and adjusting her hat. "Opening hour's soon!" Isabelle explained, helping her up onto her feet while the Braixen wiped her eyes. She gave her friend a few moments to properly wake up, before leading the way forward into the front of the store. "Your stock is all sorted, right?" she asked, and Luma nodded.
"Yeah, I'm good about that at least..." she replied, still a little drowsy. "But if you could go and double check, that'd be nice." she added, taking her place at the store counter, settling into her seat. Isabelle, in turn, dutifully nodded, looking around before starting with the front displays.
She was excited as she made sure that everything was nicely laid out; loose items in the wrong area were returned, and when a few customers entered, she gave them a friendly greeting and a warm smile. She did her best to not get hung up on sorting the products too much; after all, they were supposed to get moved around. She did a run of the shelves quickly, again checking for anything out of place; Luma was somewhat disorganized, but it was easy for her to sort everything out.
Seeing Luma still busy at the front, Isabelle quietly slipped into the back office again, taking a moment to check the stock. She browned on seeing how long ago she'd last placed orders for some of her vital supplies, magical ingredients and tools she needed to replace soon. Poking her head back in the front, she blushed a little as she watched Luma wave the last customers for the moment out, the store still open but now empty. "Miss Luma?" she asked.
"Yeah?" she replied, giggling at how flustered her new secretary was when she leaned forward to kiss her cheek again. Once Isabelle sorted herself out, she asked her question.
"Mind if I place your resupply orders?" she said, and the Braixen nodded.
"Oh, feel free!" she replied, looking at the storefront. "In fact, how about we put you in charge of that?" Isabelle was beaming, eager to take on the responsibility and help her friend. Within minutes, she was sending out payments and mail orders, even sorting out a few online sales Luma had missed in the process. By the time she finished, she bounced out, tail eagerly wagging as she made to meet her boss, only to find the store closed early.
"Luma?" she asked, looking around and finding her giggling by the office door.
"Sorry, I just figured that while you're like this, well, I wanted to have a bit of extra fun..." she explained, bouncing on her paws a little as she beckoned the dog back into the office. Isabelle followed, a little confused but picking up on what her friend was implying.
Luma settled onto a seat, turning around to face her friend. The Braixen already didn't bother with pants normally; her natural fur skirt was plenty of cover, and she knew folk who were just naked outright more often than not. But there was a difference now, as she spread her legs, parting her fur. One paw exposed her crotch, small puffiness to her lips; the other beckoned Isabelle forward. But before she obliged, she froze, and started to pull her clothes away.
Her sweater was first; it was quick and easy, as she undid the buttons and dropped it behind her. She blushed and smiled, taking a bit more time to slide her blouse off, taking the time to both highlight her new body for Luma, and to get a better look at her own bare fur; the pale underbelly, the curve of her breasts, the soft belly that she thought had grown a little. Likewise her skirt came off only after a small tease, much to Luma's pleasure; the two were enamored by the sight of her little tail, poking through a small, buttoned up hole. Finally, Isabelle approached Luma, allowing her to pull away the panties and expose her own new entrance, tail wagging as she looked into Luma's eyes.
"The bra stays~" Luma said. "It's only fair, since I'm keeping my top on~"
This didn't stop her from bringing a paw to Isabelle's chest, gently kneading and brushing against it. The dog panted a little, blushing madly, but she soon returned the favor, kissing the fox's snout and running her own paws against her chest, the tables suddenly turning on Luma. Isabelle was careful not to push her out of the chair as she climbed up on top of her, breaking the kiss only for a moment so the two could talk.
"Go on~" Luma ordered, and Isabelle obliged. The two mutually began to gently rub their hips against each other; Luma found herself having to use both hands to help keep Isabelle in place, while Isabelle was able to lower a free paw down to where their crotches were meeting, directly running it along between their clits, alternating between herself and Luma as she enjoyed the new sensations.
"Feels... good, huh?" Luma asked, shortly before letting out a deep breath as she came, her release warm from her internal fires. Isabelle just nodded, more tired between her earlier work and her more active role in their fun, before enjoying the release itself. She was surprised by how it was both similar and different to what release with a cock felt like, but it was no less pleasurable.
As the two began to cuddle, still resting on the seat, Luma posed a question to Isabelle. "Wanna stay like this for longer?"