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Mitchell's eyes were wide with fear and anger as Elysia whispered taunts at him while he witnessed the lewd scene in front of him.

He'd seen both his sons transformed into animals and abused before his eyes. The helpless mockingbird that had been Jake squawked in discomfort at she strained to push the surrogate egg from her body. As Elysia promised, there would be more to come. And eventually, actual eggs. He glanced at the male mockingbird watching the scene intently, obviously waiting for his turn to fill the female with his seed.

Elysia began to whisper the taunts into his ear. She promised to make him watch as both his sons conceived bore him grandchildren. Many nests, many litters. This would be the fate for all of them for the rest of their lives. Soon, the same would happen to him as well.

He anguished at her words, biting at the vines covering his mouth so he could at least attempt to bargain with her. And if not bargain, threaten her. But the vines were tough and all he could muster were unintelligible moans.

As he watched her twisting the grape within Jake's snatch, she whispered an offer to put an end to this torment. Mitchell closed his eyes, intently listening to her proposition.

"I think of one way to redeem yourself and your family from your crimes. After you take the form of an animal of my choosing, you will experience the bliss of female orgasm. You must achieve this yourself, and with the involvement of your sons. Once you feel the shame of this pleasure, your family will be forgiven, and the three of you restored."

Elysia stroked her fingers in his hair, gently rubbing his scalp as one would with a dog. "Do you agree with this punishment, or would you rather continue with the original plan?"

Mitchell hesitated at first as he tried to digest her words. What kind of messed up punishment was this? Did this woman really mean to watch him masturbate, and exactly what did it mean to "involve" his sons?! But of course this is what she meant. After seeing what was already being done to them by this sadistic bitch, this idea was not any worse than what they had already endured. He nodded his head knowing he had no other choice.

Satisfied, Elysia looked around at the taxidermy animals around the home looking for ideas. What form would this man be subjected to?

All around the house were the stuffed bodies of murdered animals. Their eyes had all been replaced with false plastic. Some of them were just heads, mounted onto boards and hung in rows on the wall. Others were full sized animals, locked in lifelike poses as if still alive. Many were even meticulously positioned it such a way to suggest they were trapped in a moment of activity. A bear in middle of catching a salmon. A wolverine frozen in place, scanning out for potential predators. A lynx in mid-pounce, attacking some unseen prey. And many more scenes of animals frozen in moments of daily life.

But as lifelike as they had been made to appear, there was no life left in any of those fake glossy eyes.

Elysia's eyes narrowed in anger when she saw the mangled remains of different animals sewn together. Their flesh had been combined into some sort of monstrosity. Mounted on a log stood the body of a jackrabbit. Fused to its head were a pair of deer's antlers. It was rearing up as if a buck defending its harem.

The idea of creating monsters out of the sacred dead enraged her. What purpose did this serve? For human amusement?! For decoration?!

She shook her head, cheeks burning with rage. Simply choosing a random animal to transform the man into was not good enough. She would look deeper to determine a suitable punishment.

She delved into the man's mind, reading into his thoughts and memories. She didn't care about his life story, or even what he was thinking at that very moment. She dug deeper. Plenty of dark secrets, far too many evil deeds. She honed in on memories that focused on his fears and emotions. Yes. Perfect.

It didn't take long to discover that the man harbored a deep rooted hatred of one animal in particular, domesticated cats. Specifically black cats. In fact it was more of an intense fear than hatred. He had fear of no other animals, not even large predatory animals such as bears and wolves. But a black cat was an animal he deeply feared since he was a child.

The imagery of a black cat with bright yellow eyes lurking in the darkness was particularly unsettling for him. The man had had many nightmares involving black cats. The most distressing being a recurring dream of him being stalked overhead by the large dark shadow of a black cat with big yellow eyes, standing above him forebodingly while he lay paralyzed in bed, unable to move.

Elysia removed herself from his memories, smiling as she realized the perfect fate for this man.

Eager to get on with the fun, she did not hesitate to invoke her magic. Pressed on by the hate she felt toward the man, she filled his body with her spell, willing his body to change into the very animal he most feared.

Soon the man's cries devolved into feline wails. The transformation was rapid. Dark black fur spread across every surface of his body as his bones cracked, body reforming into that of a quadruped creature. A tail grew out from his tailbone, swishing around back and forth.

Now, just a few moments later a rather large black cat sits where a man once did. It blinks in confusion, staring at its paw, unsure of what he's become. Or rather, what she's become.

Elysia promptly grabs the black she-cat by the scruff of the neck. It yowls in anger at first, then goes limp in reflex, putting the end to any possible struggle. She whispers her threats into its ears, then details exactly what is expected to achieve the humiliation and shame that would liberate her family from a lifetime as well-bred animals.

In short, her commands amount to 4 words that reverberate in Mitchell's mind: tongue, beak, tail. And finally, orgasm.

Elysia drops the cat onto the table next her mockingbird son, then adjusts the chair the opossum is bound to, ensuring all have an unobstructed view. At first the cat hesitates to move, but then is pushed into motion when Elysia shoots her a threatening glare.

Elysia licks her lips with anticipation, watching the cat reluctantly curl its body around to do its first task. For awhile it just stares down at its crotch motionless, shocked at the sight of the female folds between her legs.

"You don't have to fight the urge to explore you femininity," Elysia teases.

After a few more moments of mournful staring, the cat touches itself with its tongue, feeling the texture of her smooth virgin folds on her tongue. While also feeling the texture of her rough tongue on her folds.

Throughout the process Elysia hurls taunts at him. Taunts such as "there's no shame in enjoying your own sweet taste", and "let the pleasure make you forget your sons are watching". These taunts sting because they're designed to give the impression she's succumbing to a primal need for sex. That she can't resist the urge. But in reality, she's being coerced, forced humiliate herself like this despite her horror.

Minutes elapse, and the soft sound of wet lapping fills the silence in the air. Elysia waits patiently enjoying the sounds while she idly pushes another grape into the mockingbird's sex.

The effects of the cats tongue abrading her sensitive folds is are apparent. The lips of her sex are swollen with blood, moist from the lubrication from the glands held inside her folds. The bud of her clitoris is also pink and swollen, even more sensitive and dense in nerves than his penis once was.

Mitchell pauses at the sight of her inflamed folds, then looks up at Elysia questioningly. The dark fur around her fur is visibly matted wet from her own lubrication. Elysia signals her approval with another taunt, "If your tongue can't do the job, your sons may be able to help satiate your needs."

Obliged to her duties, the cat slowly moves towards the mockingbird. With a quick glance of hatred towards Elysia, she maneuvers herself over the bird's head. The bird moving its head side to side in fear doesn't help her aim, but eventually she is able to guide her loins directly over the beak. She mews reflexively, feeling the tip of the beak press between her inflamed folds as she lowers herself. The weight of her body forces the beak deeper into her, spreading her lips apar.

Elysia watches on in satisfaction as the she-cat impales herself onto her son's beak. This would be most enjoyable to watch.

---

It now very late into the night.

All is quiet except for the chirps of insects outside and the wet squishing sound of an opossum's tail moving within a cat's moist vagina.

Mitchell had tried to push away the intense shame of what she was doing. Hopefully the boys would understand after their human forms were restored. But at that moment it was more important to accept her humiliation and make sure the nightmare ended as soon as possible.

For far too long she'd been forced to penetrate herself on Jake's beak, riding it up and down like a whore on a man's cock. She tried to ignore how good it felt as the appendage spread her lips apart for the first time, then spreading her lips wider and wider the farther she went. But the more she went, the more undeniable her pleasure. She wasn't even aware she was purring until Elysia taunted her about it.

On and on this humiliation went, at least for an hour before the woman was satisfied. Finally, mercifully, it was time for her to move on to her final two tasks: tail, and orgasm.

Elysia hadn't bothered making this easy, simply scooting a chair next to the opossum's, then motioning for her to hop on. This chair was abit lower than the Liam's. She saw the tail hanging limply off the side of the chair. At least she had relatively nimble paws, and she had been able to grab the tail between her paws and pull the prehensile appendage towards her crotch.

The tail looked like a giant rat's, except its tip writhed within her paws like a disgusting worm. Opossums had prehensile tails, but this one now seemed to be moving about like it had a mind of its own. She clenched her teeth as she guided the tip into her sex, trying to mentally ignore the shame.

Thankfully the beak had done its job spreading her apart, and the tip slid with little difficulty.

So there she now was, a cat sitting in a chair, back braced against the back support, legs out in front, paws grasping the fleshy tail that fed into her cunt. The tail was more dexterous than normal, and it moved within her like a writhing snake.

Elysia then pushed the chairs closer together, pushing the tail harder into her. The pressure made the tail move even more, as it corkscrewed inside her in agitation. She purred involuntarily in pleasure as it turned within her, the tip tickling her cervix as it writhed back and forth.

At least Mitchell barely had to do anything. She just held the tail in her paws near the base to keep it steady, while the tail moved around within her like it was living thing. She tried hang on to what dignity she had, suppressing the urge to cry out in pleasure with each stroke inside her.

The tail was now coated in her arousal. She could feel the tip moving inside her. Bringing her closer and closer to her goal. The pleasure now was increasing exponentially. She let her mouth open up slightly as her tongue protruded from her mouth, dripping saliva as she felt her climax getting tantalizingly close.

She could practically feel each and every hair of her son's tail moving inside her, stimulating her inner walls, especially the ultra-sensitive area nerved concentrated in her g-spot. She couldn't hold it in. She wailed in pleasure, the rumbling in her throat increasing in intensity as she neared her impending orgasm.

The tail continued to writhe and turn within her. She now thrusted her dark furry hips towards it, helping to push it in and out of her vagina, while simultaneously grinding its length against her clitoris back and forth like a saw.

The pleasure was coming from all directions within her groin. She mewed loudly as she was brought close to the edge, tightening her grip on the base of the tail and sinking her claws into its skin. The opossum cried out. It tail now thrashed within her like a snake in its death throws.

This would prove the last straw. Mitchell opened her eyes wide, screeching in the height of pleasure as she felt herself pushed to the very edge of orgasm. She inhaled, feeling the imminent spasm her vaginal muscles. In this haze of near-ecstasy, she allowed her mind float and enjoy the moment of bliss.

...

Only that moment of bliss never came.

---

Elysia looked at the black cat frozen in its pose moments before its climax. It was stuck in a completely unnatural pose. There it was, a cat sitting on a chair on its rear end, head arched back, eyes wide open. The irises were completely dilated, the cat's jaw agape as if crying out in pure pleasure.

Mitchell couldn't possibly been frozen an a more lewd position. Her forepaws still tightly gripped the opossum's tail, which was still writhing within her wet pussy. Elysia carefully freed the tail from the grasp, letting the tail pull out and flop to the side with a juicy wet slop. The tail hung limp at the side of the chair, now free from Elysia's enchantment.

Frozen in space, the cat's paws now only grabbed at empty air. As did her vagina. The vulva still bulged as if filled, her inner lips agape in the shape of an O as if forced open by an invisible rod. One could clearly see into the gaping hole where the tail had once held the inner walls apart, revealing the moist folds held apart by nothing.

Elysia looked around the kitchen, then the other rooms, before finding a suitable accent to go with the feline. She returned from the living room holding an empty Corona beer bottle. She carefully threat neck of the bottle between the cat's outstretched black paws, pointing the mouth of the bottle towards the cat's gaping sex.

The neck of the bottle was abit thicker than the opossum's tail, especially the wide lips of the mouth and collar just below it. It took abit of force and twisting to slowly convince the vaginal lips to accept the larger intrusion. A wet pop accompanied the ooze of lubrication around the edges as first the mouth, then the collar of the bottle slipped past the tight outer ring of her inner lips. The lubrication did its job, allowing the bottle to slide deeper until completely filling the vagina, its mouth pressing all the way up against the cervix.

The shape of the bottle was almost perfect. The neck was wider at the base, forcing the vaginal lips even tighter than before. The pink head the clitoris was pressed tightly against the edge of the glass, clearly distinct from the black fur around it. Even the widest part of the collar lined up perfectly with the g-spot. Elysia had even picked the out the bottle based on color. It was perfectly clear, allowing for a clear internal view of the gaping vagina around it. She rotated the bottle slowly back and forth, watching the tender walls pressed tightly against the side of the glass.

Mentally, Mitchell screamed in throngs of pleasure. Thanks to Elysia's magic, she was aware but frozen in space, trapped in a carnal state just moments from the what should have been the bliss of orgasm. Now each additional stimulus only added to the urgency if her arousal, bringing her to new heights of pleasure, but never abating, with no way for any of it to be released. She couldn't even scream, moan, pant, thrash her tail, or kick. She could only feel, and see.

Elysia stared into her wide open eyes, smiling maliciously.

Finally it occurred to Mitchell that this had been her plan for him all along. There would be no salvation for him or his sons. In her locked state she would be trapped like this, fully aware but unable to orgasm and come back down from the heights of pleasure she was now locked in.

The bottle twisted again. Just a simple twist sent more jolts of pleasure as the glass tightly slid along her most sensitive walls. The thickness of the bottle's neck strained her inner lips, rubbing the exposed clitoris directly against the outer surface of the glass. It twisted again, and again, each time raising the bar of what amount of stimulation she thought her body could possibly endure. Even after the turning stopped, the sheer intensity of the pleasure in her loins did not wane. She should have orgasmed a dozen times over by now. But she couldn't. The bottle turned again. Oh god, what she wouldn't give to even be able to cry out in pleasure.

It was ecstasy and torture both.

Elysia now stepped back for a moment to admire her work. It was either pornographic, or comical, she wasn't sure which. The black cat seated in a wooden chair, screaming out in orgasm as she pleasured herself with a beer bottle. Or in reality, a black cat agonizingly locked in the split moment right before orgasm. But what observer would notice the difference?

Mitchell was now a delicious mockery of the taxidermy figures that he had spent years making. Only this one was not dead and desecrated like the others, only frozen. The intense glow of awareness and emotion was still very present in the her wide eyes.

Only one more thing, Elysia thought to herself. As a canopy of vines and leaves grew from the back of the chair overhead the feline's head, she went to bathroom and found a hand mirror. At her will, a vine grabbed the hand mirror, holding it in place above the cat's line of sight.

She looked on in admiration, smiling as she sensed the intense mix of feelings within the man's trapped mind. She wondered which human emotion was stronger, sex or fear. In this situation, she was willing to bet on sex. She gave the bottle a few slow turns, while also rubbing the edges of the pink ring of exposed vaginal lips that grasped so tightly around it.

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of you" she announced as she rubbed the cat's tiny clit between her fingers. "You won't need to worry about eating or sleeping or even reproduction. You can stay like this forever. Until I decide to change you back".

She adjusts the mirror, making sure Mitchell can get a full view of her own reflection. "But I won't."

"As for you two... " She looks at the opossum, which is staring at its father in shock, tail dangling from the side of the chair still slick with feline arousal. The vines tying its legs release with a wave of her hand. "You're free to live your life freely. There'll always be plenty of males eager to mate with a former human such as yourself. I'll see to it the entire forest knows who you are".

She then looks at the mockingbird, still tied to the table top spread eagle. A slickly covered grape lays freshly lain, perfectly resting atop her vaginal lips like a golf ball on a tee. She carefully picks up the grape, admiring its slickness, then deposits it in the wide open maw of the cat. The slick layer of the bird's vagina juice slowly oozes off the slick surface of the grape, depositing on the tongue, some of it dripping around the edges.

She gives the bottle impaling the she-cat another loving twist, then walks towards the front door of the house and swings it open. "I'll be back with a means to bring my feline friend back home with me".

She looks at the male mockingbird, perched on a wooden beam still waiting patiently. "Thank you little one, you have been much help. You may have your reward now," she says motioning towards the bound female on the table.

"I'll release her when I return. But I do have some distance to travel. Feel free to share her with your friends if you like."

That said, Elysia shifts into her bird form and takes off into the darkness of the forest.