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Shades of Purple Part II

By Von Krieger

Isma lays back on her bed, moaning softly as she caresses her breasts, her boyfriend Siro teasing her with his tongue. It was all a dream, nothing but a bad dream. Having everything taken from her, forced to be a sex slave to a group of Dark Elves. Nothing but a horrible, horrible nightmare. She's safe, and warm, and loved. And happy. She's perfectly happy here, with no one to hurt her. Isma reaches down to hold her lover's head, but her arms don't respond.

She looks at them puzzled, and sees them fade into thin air before her eyes. She screams in horror as the tongue inside of her changes, long, round, and roughly textured. Isma looks around panicked as the bedroom changes to a dirty room hewn from stone. She, no shi, that damn thing is back, looks down at the creature lapping at hir cunt, shi screams in horror at the hideous dark skinned beast with it's shockingly white hair. It claws at Isma's white furred hips, drawing blood.

Isma awakens, yowling loudly, the closest thing to a scream shi's capable of. "Oh shit!" exclaims a startled Violet. "Bad girl, Pretty! Bad!" The purple elf-cat tackles the black gryphon looking creature that serves as her mount. Pretty is currently engaged in intimately licking Isma. The fuzzy cat-dragon-gryphon yelps as shi's knocked off Isma, and brought to the ground, with Violet having her arms wrapped around the beast's neck, and her legs scissor around one of Pretty's forelegs.

Violet untangles herself from Pretty. Isma looks around, not knowing where shi is. Violet picks hir up, causing the cat-amputee to yowl once again. "It's ok, you're ok. You're safe now. You were having a bad dream." Violet hugs the small, white furred cat-girl. "Sssssh....." Isma stops hir crying. "I'm sorry about Pretty, shi was just trying to play with you. I'd forgotten shi likes to do that."

Violet sets the cat-girl down, rubbing hir hair gently. "Are you hungry? Can you eat food, or did they make you so that you have to feed through sex?" Violet asks. Isma seems to ignore her, looking down and to the side. "I know you can understand me, and you may not be able to talk, but you can nod your head, can't you?"

Isma looks at Violet briefly, and then almost imperceptibly nods hir head. "Ok. Are you hungry?" Nod. "Can you eat?" Nod. "Ok, let me go find something for you." The elf-cat hugs Isma once more. "And don't worry about Pretty, shi ought to leave you alone." Violet directs a glare to the rather guilty looking quadruped.

Isma mews softly and shakes hir head. Violet looks down at the cat-amputee. "Huh?" Isma shakes hir head again. "No what?" Isma sticks hir tongue out and licks the air. "You want hir to lick you?" Isma nods. "Why?" Violet looks puzzled. Isma thinks for a second, it'd be impossible to pantomime with what shi has, so she just purrs.

"If that's what you want. C'mere Pretty." The guilty looked black furred creature slinks over. "It's ok, Pretty, shi says you can play with hir." Isma looks at Pretty, wondering what exactly shi is. Violet chuckles as she sees Isma's curious stare. "Don't worry about Pretty, shi's part dragon, part gryphon, and mostly housecat. Well, mostly accident really. It's probably not a good idea to sneeze while working magic and working with demon cum, especially demon cum that you produced while fantasizing about something. Probably an even worse idea to let a half grown black panther kitten run around while you're doing so."

Isma looks over the black beast; shi is mostly cat, having hir bodily proportions and shape for the most part, with the exception of hir extremities. Hir head and neck are more like that of a dragon, albeit one with feathers from hir forelegs up, and kitty ears. The tip of hir snout ends in a small, curved beak. Hir legs are like those of a dragon, three toed with non-retractable claws, sporting scaly plates on them. Hir underbelly is furred rather then scaled, and a large draconic tail, tipped with a leonine tuft of fur. Hir wings are mostly dragon-like, but with feathers covering everything but hir wing membranes.

"Unfortunately shi's smarter then shi looks." Pretty scowls at Violet and sticks out hir tongue, which is a mix between a dragon's, cat's, and bird's, long, round, and rough. "Shi's always coming up with new ways to make a pest of hirself. But shi's a good kitty, when shi wants to be." Violet scowls at the overgrown kitten and playfully tugs on one of hir ears. "And you'll want to be a good kitty if you want anything to eat!"

Pretty makes and angelic face, and cocks hir head. "Liar. Just be gentle with our little guest here." Violet scratches the cat-amputee behind the ears. "Don't worry about Pretty, shi may be the size of a horse, but she's considerate of hir lovers, well, at least with me." Violet kisses Pretty on the nose. "I'll be back in a bit with breakfast, have fun."

With a sudden flash of purple light Violet grows a pair of wings and takes to the air. Isma stares at her until shi can no longer see the purple furred cat-elf. Shi turns back to Pretty, who's sitting nearby and looking on with a look of amusement. The two look into each other's eyes for a moment, Isma meows and nods hir head.

The mostly-pantheress pads over and nuzzles the cat-amputee with hir nose. Isma purrs softly at the touch. Pretty begins to gently lick Isma's sheath. Shi looks to Isma, who nods. The big kitten continues, licking slightly harder each time and getting a nod from Isma. Before long Isma's cock is fully erect.

Designed to pleasure a large number of dark elves, Isma's maleness is a good eighteen inches long, shaped halfway between human and horse cock, with a swollen knot at the base. Pretty takes most of the organ into hir mouth, being extremely mindful of hir teeth. Shi wraps hir tongue around the organ and begins slowly rock hir head back and forth.

Isma's eyes half close as shi has hir cock sucked, it was something shi hadn't experienced before, as hir captors were far more concerned about their own pleasure then hir own. Shi could have done it hirself, and shi was tempted to many times, but shi wouldn't give them any indication at all that shi enjoyed any part of her changed body.

Shi meowls in protest when Pretty lets hir cock slide from hir mouth. Pretty turns, and slowly lowers her backside onto Isma. Isma gasps as hir length slides into the kitten's sopping wet depths. The large black creature lowers hirself so that Isma slips into hir with almost agonizing slowness. Pretty curls hir tail around Isma, picking hir up off the ground. Isma wraps hir own tail around the tip of Pretty's.

Using hir tail Pretty pulls Isma forward and back. Isma tilts hir head back, for the first time since hir change allowing hirself to fully enjoy sex. The animalistic instincts the dark elves put in hir head when they changed hir come to the forefront. Isma's human mind is almost entirely pushed aside, lost in the sensations of hir body.

It was these instincts that the dark elves used to control hir at first, at least one would fuck hir while the other one slid hir dick into Isma's mouth. After awhile shi just grew to accept it, shi'd never tried to bite. Isma scolds hirself for thinking about those damned dark elves when shi's making love to a creature that actually cares about hir well being.

The cat-amputee rowrs loudly, Pretty's cunt feels a lot different then all the dark elves shi's had, it feels.... it feels... Isma can't tell what it feels like as shi cums almost immediately after the sensation begins. But it doesn't let up, Isma feels Pretty's muscles clamp down on hir organ; it feels like a dozen mouths in a row are sucking hir cock.

Each section of muscle in Pretty's pussy seems to be moving independently. Isma can't take the sensation, discovering hir male organ is capable of multiple orgasms. Pretty lets out a mix between a roar and a screech, hir cunt holding Isma's cock so tight it's just short of painful. The cat-girl yowls as shi cums a third time.

Pretty gently sets Isma down on the ground. The cat-amputee is panting heavily, out of breath from hir rapid-fire climaxes. Shi mews soft as Pretty licks hir clean, sliding hir tongue over Isma's pussy. The raven hued cat-creature looks up at Isma for approval, the cat-girl grins, nodding hir head rapidly.

The winged cat-dragon nudges Isma onto hir side, then scoots up close, gripping the white furred cat-girl with hir front paws. Pretty rolls onto hir back, sliding Isma down hir belly and onto hir cock, which is slightly smaller then Isma's. Isma snuggles into the soft fur and plumage of the creature's underbelly.

Pretty's taking hir time, hir shaft slides slowly in and out of Isma, it's another new feeling for the cat-girl, having something that fills hir so much and yet so gentle. Isma lets out a startled yelp as shi feels Pretty's tongue on hir ear. The cat-creature continues to lick Isma's face, the kitty-girl rather enjoying the sensation.

Pretty begins to increase the pace, thrusting hir cock into Isma faster and faster. Soon the cat-amputee is panting again, and soon Pretty arches hir back and fills Isma with the largest load of cum that Isma has ever had, far too much for hir body to contain. It leaks out of hir and drips onto Pretty. The feeling of the hot, thick fluid filling hir up sends hir into a climax of hir own.

Pretty rolls over and slowly pulls out of Isma, spilling more of their love juices onto the ground. Pretty begins to clean hirself off, as does Isma. Having a bigger tongue and superior reach, Pretty cleans hirself off first, helping Isma with a few hard to reach spots on hir tail. The little cat-amputee looks up at the big cat-hybrid with an adoring look. She mewls softly. Pretty purrs, wrapping hir tail around Isma.

Shi picks hir up, and walks over to the fire, laying down a few feet from it. Shi curls hir tail around hirself, setting Isma up against hir side. Shi wraps a wing protectively around hir new friend. Shi licks Isma lovingly behind the ears, making the cat-girl purr in delight. Isma snuggles up to Pretty's soft tummy. Shi purrs contentedly, enjoying the feelings of safety and warmth.

The two lie there undisturbed, just enjoying the feeling of closeness with one who cares for you. Isma has hir eyes closed; glad to be able to partake in these things that shi once took for granted. Pretty perks up hir head as Violet returns, or at least it looks kind of like Violet. The cat-goyle is taller and more muscular then Violet was, but sports the same style of four ears, as well as white fur with purple spots. Save for her tail and ears, which are solid purple.

Her bodysuit remains the same, still as form fitting as ever despite the changes, as do her sneakers, a somewhat odd clothing item for an adventurer. Isma yips and tries to bury hirself in Pretty's plumage and fur. Pretty however is quite relaxed. The creature drops a large chunk of bloody meat in front of Pretty, her mouth and claws indicate that she's already had her fill.

Isma is half sure that the thing is Violet, but she isn't positive. The creature changes shape, back into the familiar form of Violet. "It's ok kitten, I can shape shift. Didn't you see me leave?" Isma sighs, shi'd forgotten about that. The blood staining Violet's body vanished along with her fur. Violet impales a small bit of meat on a stick and sets it over the fire to cook.

She sits down next to Isma and lies back against Pretty. Violet places her arm on Isma's shoulders, pulling the cat-amputee in close to her. "I guess I should tell you about myself, so you won't be afraid when I do things. I'm not sure what I am, I might've known once, but I don't remember. I can't remember anything past a few years ago waking up in a field."

"I think I'm mostly demon. More then half, less then full. I've been cut a few times, and I kind of bleed, the wound radiates a sort of light, and black-purple liquid leaks out. I don't know how it's possible, but it is. I can change my shape, but it's very limited, there's about maybe a dozen different forms I can take."

"I can do some magic, like you saw. Some of it can be pretty powerful, but it comes at a price. I can work magic pretty good, but I'm limited by a couple of things. The first being that my magic doesn't work very far at all away from my body, maybe a couple of feet. I have to be up close and personal to use it. Second being that I think I can only effect one person at a time. Third, I have to draw my power from inside myself. I charge up by engaging in sexual activity."

"I guess I'm some sort of succubus-mage or something. Everywhere I've been no one's ever heard of anything like me. The more powerful the magical abilities of my love partner, the more power I get from the act. My just being alive takes up some of my magical energy; different shapes of mine need different amounts of energy. I use this one the most often, 'cause it uses the least."

"The one I was just in I use for traveling and hunting. I have one for being in the water, one for having to move fast on the ground, and I have one for fighting. I have a couple of others, but I don't use them all that much. The one I use the least is my 'real' form, it uses the most power. In order to keep it I'd have to pretty much spend most of my day fucking non-magic users."

"That dark elf lioness was... shi was good. I'm glad I managed to catch hir by surprise, if shi'd have been fully aware, shi could have really hurt me. But as it is...." Violet runs a hand over her stomach. "Right now I could take on my real form for about a week before I depleted all shi gave me. I wish I could have kept hir around, but shi deserved to be punished after what shi did to you."

Isma looks down, feeling kind of sorry for hir former mistress, Lelana wouldn't like having Isma's body any more then Isma did. Violet hugs Isma affectionately. "And like you saw, I can do transformation magic. Only problem is that they have to be in contact with my cum, and the changes sort of depend on what I'm thinking about at the time."

Violet pats Pretty's flank. "Pretty here managed to get in the way of a whole bottle full of something I made while fantasizing about being fucked while flying. I'd rather shi didn't, but I did get a mount out of it, and shi's... mmmm.... she's just amazing." Isma looks up at Violet, puzzled. "Why are you looking at me like.... oh. And that's another limitation, for some reason my cum can only transform somebody once, no matter how it's introduced, or how often it's applied. So I can play with Pretty and shi doesn't end up looking any weirder."

Pretty playfully slaps Violet with hir tail. "Hey! Just be glad I wasn't thinking about snails and slugs!" Violet looks down at Isma. "Is you want I could.... well.... change you. I can't read minds, but I do have some sort of strong empathic guidance to people in trouble, that's how I found you. I could feel you hurting from miles away. But I have no idea what you looked like as a human, and I don't think even if I did I could put you back all the way."

"The lioness was a pretty powerful mage, and I don't think I can break hir change spell. I can warp it however. If you'd let me," Isma bears hir teeth and hisses. " "Or not. I know I can make it so you can talk again, and I can probably get you at least your arms back if not your legs. I promise you that I cant make you any worse off then you already are. And don't worry, I'm not the kind of girl that fantasizes about her lovers having umpteen bazillion schlongs, and tentacles coming out of everywhere, and all that nonsense."

"I'll offer once more, then never bother you about it again. Would you like me to try?" Isma ponders for a moment. Shi gazes into Violet's eyes, and can find nothing but concern for hir. Slowly shi nods hir head. Violet reaches for the zipper of her bodysuit. "Would you like to pleasure myself and then rub the d-cum on you, or...."

Violet pauses as Isma licks hir lips and smiles. "Direct it is then." The purple furred cat-elf slides out of hir bodysuit and kicks off her sneakers. She turns slowly, pale white skin, nipples a soft shade of pink, light lavender spots in a pattern on her body, and of course the bushy purple cat tail. Violet tickles Isma's nose with the tip, making hir sneeze.

The cat-elf lowers her head to Isma's crotch, nuzzling hir cock and licking at the sheath with a pink tongue tip. Violet slides a finger into the white furred cat-girl's cunt. Soon shi is brought to full arousal. "Warn me when you're going to cum." Violet asks. "Because I need to concentrate on this, and if you cum, nine times out of ten, so will I."

"Ready?" Violet asks with a smile on her face, the white kitten nods rapidly. Violet takes her hand from Isma's snatch and raises it to her face, licking the juices from it. She stands and slowly lowers herself down onto Isma's shaft. "Would you like me to put a hand..." Violet softly runs the nail of her little finger across the lips of Isma's cunt. The cat-amputee shivers. "....Here? I bet you do."

She slides a finger in, and a second, and a third. "Such a big girl..." Violet purrs, sliding her hand in to the wrist. The other drifts to Isma's right breast. Violet's tail swishes back and forth in excitement, Isma wraps her own around it. "You feel so nice, kitten. Mmmm..." the elf-cat moans. "So nice to feel fur between my thighs."

Pretty opens an eye, yawns, and glares at hir mistress, who scowls back. "Mmm, if I tried this, oh, with you Pretty, I'd have to stand on my tiptoooes." Violet pants. Pretty yawns again they lays hir head back on hir paws, taking no interest in something shi can't participate in. Violet runs a hand loving across Isma's face. "You're g-g-good at this, kitten, I can't remember the last time I f-FELT! like this before."

Isma can make hardly a sound at all; Violet's pussy is so tight around hir shaft it seems like shi can feel every minute movement in the musculature. The hand in hir pussy is another new and wonderful sensation. Isma mewls in protest as Violet removes her hand from hir pussy. The purple elf-girl leans down, kissing the cat-amputee deeply.

Violet looks out of breath. "K-kitten, I, oh, this doesn't feel like it's suppOHsed to. It feels b-b-better someh... oh no." Violet clenches her eyes shut as Isma's body tenses. The cat-amputee's breath catches in hir throat. Violet is panicked. "Oh not YEEEEET! Please not..." The second yet is dragged out into a five second shriek of pleasure as Isma's cock fills Violet with the cat-girl's cum, setting her off and sending a deluge of multicolored fluid out onto Isma. Violet half stands up, and falls over onto her side next to Isma.

"That was.... I've never.... what WAS that?" she pants. "Meowr.... wonderful." purrs Isma, surprising the both of them. "I-I-I.... talk!" Violet reaches out with one hand and rubs her lover's cheek. "Yes, yes you can. It might take..." Violet exhales, still out of breath. "Awhile for you to... remember how."

Isma feels a warm tingle all over hir body, it's nice and pleasant, not sharp and painful like the change the dark elves forced on hir. Shi watches as red and blue rosettes appear in hir white fur. "Wh-wh-what...?" shi stutters, looking at Violet. "You uh... caught me by surprise, so um..." Violet turns bright red. "Things are going to be a little... uh... off."

Isma purrs and shuffles hir body closer to Violet. "S'ok. Tried. Mmmm" shi purrs, watching with interest as the flesh of hir hips starts to lengthen. In a few seconds Isma has a pair of digigrade legs. Shi flexes hir toes experimentally, watching hir retractable claws slide in and out. Violet helps Isma to hir feet. Shi takes a few practice steps, a smile wide across hir feline face.

Shi looks at Violet, curious. "What so bad?" Violet sighs. "I um... uh..." she sputters. "Not uh...." Isma watches in curiosity as hir new limbs begin to form from hir shoulders. She smiles and hugs Violet. "See? It's ok!" she purrs. "Give it a second." Violet says sheepishly. The changes to Isma's arms aren't stopping.

Hir thumbs remain the same, but hir fingers continue to extend, soft white feathers, tinged with blue and red, quickly appear on hir arms and sides, giving hir a pair of wings. Isma drops to hir knees and after a few seconds of trying, manages to pick up a stick, she drops it and looks at Violet, a puzzled expression on hir face.

Violet wraps her arms around the confused cat-girl. "I'm sorry, kitten, I didn't mean to. I... whoops." Isma's changes aren't done, as hir body rapidly increases in size and muscle mass. Soon Isma is looking down at Violet from a height of nine feet. A tickling sensation on hir belly causes hir to look down; a marsupial-like fur lined pouch opens up.

"S-sorry." Violet stutters, looking down at her feet. Isma purrs, and wraps hir wings around the purple cat-elf. "You did.... best." she whispers. Shi kneels, looking Violet in the eyes. "Thank you." Isma begins to test out hir new shape, walking, then running, and for a few seconds, flying. Shi raises hirself up a few feet above the ground with hir wings, and then flies forward a little bit, before deciding to land again.

Isma drops the few feet to the ground, stumbling. Shi walks up to Violet and hugs her with tears in hir eyes. "Feels so good... move again." "But, I-I didn't...." Violet sputters. Isma pushes the sorceress' head up against hir chest. "Shhh, did best, all that matters." "Yeah, I guess I did. I'm sorry I screwed up anf.... mmmph!" Isma pushes Violet back into hir cleavage. "Ssh, wings good enough. Ssh. Isma eat now?"

Violet blinks. "Isma?" The winged cat-girl nods. "Name." "Oops, right." Violet says with an embarrassed grin. Isma pulls the wooden spit off the fire. Shi takes a bite and chews it slowly, getting as much sensation, the taste and texture, out of it as possible. Shi purrs softly. "Not have real food in long time." Violet snuggles up to Isma. "I feel funny, I've never.... mmm... you wore me out, that's never happened... mmm.... before" Violet purrs as Isma rubs her behind the ears. "Maybe it because Isma love her new mistress?" Isma speculates. Violet tries to protest. "I'm not your mistress." Isma shakes hir head. "Sssh, no argue." "But I don't want..." Violet mumbles. "I do." Isma says. Isma holds Violet in one of her wings, rocking hir mistress gently to sleep.