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The Drow Doll for Nexii by Draconicon

Auspex glared through his silver hair at the feline before him. The humiliation of being caught at all was bad enough; being caught by one of the Vanadians was worse still.

"Let me go, feline, and maybe you won't pay the price for this later."

"Please. You have no authority over me, or any of my people."

It might have been true, but the drow glared at her nevertheless. Auspex tested his bonds once more, but there was little point. The ropes were tied firmer than he could escape, no matter his own skills, and with the fighting feline watching his every move, he had to admit that he would probably be shot before he could get out of his bindings.

So that left bargaining. He shook his head, and forced the foul words past his tongue.

"What do you want?"

"That's simple enough. I want to deal with you. I want to make sure that you never cause me more trouble."

"Something tells me that you're not going to take my word on that."

"Nobody would take the word of a drow on anything."

He bit his lip to keep from rising to that bait. No, he had to be smart. Vanadians were crafty, but a drow that kept their heads could out-do them.

"I suppose not. So what will it take? A signed agreement? Some information?"

"I was thinking of you imprisoned for all time, but I can't pull that one off."

The snow leopardess chuckled as she walked over to him, reaching into one of her packs for something. As she grabbed his hair and yanked back hard enough to make him grunt, hard enough to expose his throat, he swore she was going to stab him. He was prepared for that, and braced himself.

When nothing came, he felt almost embarrassed. Almost. Relief was a close second as he looked down, finally seeing what was in her hand.

The steel-banded collar was bad enough, but the sight of the onyx stones set into it told the drow exactly what his captor held. He squirmed, but she yanked on his hair again and kept him on his knees. She unsnapped it, letting it split along the hinge, and pressed the steel interior against his neck. Auspex howled, shaking his head from side to side.

"You can't do this! This isn't how your kind treats prisoners!"

"No."

The feline leaned in, and he shuddered at the heat of her breath against his ear.

"This is nicer than you deserve."

Auspex shuddered as the collar clicked shut, the drow throwing his head back as the magic of the collar activated. He could just barely see the damned feline pulling away as the first of the collar's effects started to spread over him.

From his neck down, a beige wave of fur began to grow. Auspex glared at it, grinding his teeth as his smooth dark skin was covered up with this inferior color, flicking his eyes from his exposed chest and his arms to the feline again.

"This is illegal! You have laws!"

"And you broke them."

"But -"

He coughed, shaking his head as his words abruptly cut off. Auspex cleared his throat, trying to speak again, but nothing came out. The strange beige stuff around his neck poked out from under the collar, and he felt it brushing against his chin as well. The Vanadian only laughed at him.

"It seems that your voice has already been stolen. It won't be much longer before your muscles are, as well."

He could feel that happening already. His arms were getting more slender in the biceps and triceps, and he could see them slimming down even further as the strange fur spread. It didn't look quite right, either. It was like fur, yes, but there was a strangeness to it. Too uniform, too similar, like someone had tried to put it together to resemble the real thing but hadn't quite gotten it right.

Whatever it was, it continued down his body. With each inch of his pure dark flesh covered in the beige fuzz, his rage grew, but he couldn't speak as it took him over. He could only grind his teeth and glare, neither of which did anything to make it stop. It didn't help to see the feline smiling at him throughout it, particularly when her hand occasionally slipped down between her legs. He was a drow, damn it! She could at least give him the honor of a decent fight.

He slumped back as his strength left his upper body, the fake fur running over his back and his stomach. There was simply nothing left to support him; it was as if even his skeleton had been pulled out, leaving behind nothing but the fluff and his own mind. He could only stare upwards as he watched his face shift before him, his nose turning pink at the tip with the beige stuff spreading around it. His mouth pressed tighter together, and it felt like his lips disappeared completely. The only thing he could feel resembling them was a strange, thin line that curved up and down on his face.

It got worse as he felt his ears running up the sides of his head. As pointed and obvious as they were, he felt so wrong, so different to have them even slightly out of place. Feeling them on the sides, then the corners, then the tops of his head was beyond discomforting; it was downright disturbing.

Then, they grew. His eyes were paralyzed, otherwise they would have widened as the beige, flat, and increasingly long ears slowly descended over his face. They were floppy and - as the feline proved by flicking one - bouncy. He grunted (or at least tried to) as that happened; it hurt.

As she removed his arm restraints, he tried to lash out, but there was no strength in his upper body to do it. Even in his lower body, where the fur spread so far, so fast beneath his pants that it ripped them apart, he couldn't move. His body felt like it was shutting down, like it was falling asleep and could no longer listen to him.

His captor propped him up as he experienced his final changes, watching as his boots burst apart from the beige rabbit feet that came through them. It was like looking at a caricature of a real rabbit, something that didn't belong in this world, something that would be given as a children's toy. He shook his head, looking down at a crotch that was embarrassingly smooth - the fur having run over his manhood - and legs that wouldn't move no matter how hard he tugged at them.

Then the collar tingled again, and he felt a sudden tightness all over his body. The former drow hissed silently as it felt like his entire body had contracted. No, not just felt like it had; his feet were definitely closer to his head than they had been. Another tingle, another contraction; they were almost a foot closer than they were when he'd been free.

Again and again it went through him, inches after inches being lost as he was gradually robbed of his height. He whimpered as his belly - turning white in a mockery of his former color - seemed to fatten. Not with muscle, but with plush, which spread across his body. Most everything else remained beige, but as his limbs and head re-inflated with plush, he felt a little less empty.

It didn't help when the Vanadian stepped between his legs and rubbed her cursed hand over his flattened crotch. She chuckled, patting it a few times.

"I see that the transformation is going well. However, for what I have in mind, there's a little more that's needed. Do you know what that is?"

She waited, as if he could actually answer. He couldn't even glare at her properly; something felt wrong with his eyes, as if they were hard and not quite living anymore.

"You need a pussy, like mine."

No, no! She'd robbed him of being a drow, and made him a prisoner. She couldn't make him female as well.

But apparently she could, as the collar tingled again. He was forced to watch as his crotch started to shimmer in between his legs, the beginning of a line appearing approximately where a female's opening was. Inside, he was crying and screaming and wailing, but all he could do was watch in silence as his body opened up. The Vanadian spread his legs even further, forcing everything to be on display as he was forcibly changed.

It was like watching something slowly flower outwards. The balder spot slowly grew bumps, the 'flesh' under the beige fur turning pinker, and then redder as they rose into mounds. The color deepened towards the middle as he 'felt' something of a split, an opening inside the discolored bits. He felt like something invisible was reaching inside of him, spreading that split open wider and wider inside, and the same feeling came under his tail. His captor grinned.

"Now that's a proper doll. I think it's time to break you in."

Break me - oh no. No, no, no, you can't -

She turned his body, letting him see what she'd been up to after spreading his legs. Between her legs hung a strap-on, ice blue and devastatingly large, particularly for his newly four-foot frame. He stared helplessly at it as she carried him across the room, positioning him with his legs spread atop a desk.

"Heh, you're a bit more floppy than I'd like, but you'll do for some...amusement."

She lined her strap-on up with his ass, and Auspex shouted inside of his new body. It was futile, as she rammed it in. Inside, he was screaming, but outside, there was nothing. The little female rabbit was entirely still, no signs of the conflict raging within visible to anybody.

Auspex hated it, particularly as the Vanadian lowered a buzzing piece of metal to his body's sex. Pleasure was forced on him as he was fucked harder, his body sliding and flopping around like something blown around in a storm. He was pulled back and forth as the snow leopard used him, fucked him, filled him, teased him.

In minutes, however, his body began to betray him. The former drow 'heard' his moans in his thoughts, and even as he tried to clamp down on it, it got worse. His body was as susceptible to pleasure as his mortal one had been, perhaps more so, since there were fewer pain receptors to it. The vibrations on his 'clit' were torment of a different sort, making him like what was being done. He didn't want to, but he...he...

With a sudden burst of stimulation, he was forced over the edge. It wasn't the same as a climax as a male, but he recognized the sudden burst of pleasure that came with an orgasm. He would have been shuddering in his normal form; here, he was forced to lay down until the Vanadian was done.

Which was at least another twenty minutes. He groaned inside as she finally pulled the strap-on from his ass, and hefted him over her shoulder.

"A toy and a cuddler; this is so much better than what you used to be."

Fuck you, Vanadian...fuck you...

The End