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Some people, you could just tell were trouble. The shady hooded character who refused to leave the dark corner or show his face, or even any skin. The rogue sitting at the table with some kind of game that was certain to be rigged, and not in the player’s favor. The bard singing songs that were deliberately insulting towards belligerent drunks. Kobolds. Kobolds were ALWAYS trouble, even when they weren’t.

Some were trouble for other reasons, though, trouble that didn’t always show itself right away. The warrior who had entered this evening hadn’t immediately looked like a problem - sure, he was big, but he didn’t seem like a super chaotic sort at first glance. However, when he greeted the bartender with a “hit me with your biggest mead, and make it quick!” it set off the warning bells. And sure enough, as he drank, his attitude got worse and worse, and the desire to be rid of him as soon as possible was soaring.

Dalohn sure as hell didn’t care about what other people thought of him - probably a good thing because they definitely didn’t think much of him. He was loud, rude, crass, and insulting to just about everyone he didn’t approve of, and that was most people. To him, size really did matter, and his size made him better than virtually everyone else. Granted, he did have a lot of that - standing a bit over seven feet tall and over three hundred pounds of muscle, he was an unquestioned powerhouse that had a history of using it to get his way, no matter who else lost out as a result. And he wanted EVERYONE to know it.

And he was certainly letting them know it tonight. Every time someone passed by, they got a rude remark from him. Calling them puny, tiny, or other belittling names, taunting them about how he could make them worship him, using crass language to mock their sexual prowess, and generally making himself a nuisance. He got lots of angry looks, but no one dared approach him - he looked like he was getting drunk, and like he was a very wild drunk, and no one wanted to be the one to set him off. Especially considering he looked like could have taken their heads off with barely a flick of his wrist.

But it was especially bad for the women who happened to be in there. Because Dalohn also clearly had both a lecherous and demeaning streak in him, and wasn’t any more afraid to show that. Constant crude catcalls and comments about his size and their tightness, calling on them to expose themselves, telling those with men to ditch the pipsqueaks and he’d show them a real man, vocally rating their ‘hotness’ and deriding those who didn’t get a high rating, he ran the gamut of jackass behavior at record pace. Even those who stayed away from him couldn’t avoid his gaze or his shouts...it almost seemed like he was hunting for one he could claim as a prize, and with the way he’d been treating everyone, that didn’t seem like a far-fetched idea. They all gave him a wide berth all night...all except one.

She was about a quarter of his size at best, hardly had the look of someone who could stand up to him, yet her ever-present steely gaze and no-nonsense demeanor remained unshaken as she served him up his liquor. There was an air about her that suggested she was far from just an ordinary barmaid trying to make ends meet, that was obvious to just about everyone except Dalohn. He never spared a remark towards her every time she came by, but it was clear her lack of response to him was frustrating him. As she came to pick up another of his empty mugs, what other patrons still remained seemed to be preparing for a clash, standing up or backing away as if ready to escape.

“Hah...you want more of me, baby? I can give you more of me. Ain’t much you’d have to take off.” The drunken warrior gestured towards his groin, covered only by a loincloth; apart from his boots and a belt for his weapon, he wore nothing else, showing far more skin than most people were comfortable with. “You could probably use some of that, tight as you are. I’ll loosen you up good, baby.”

“I’m not your baby, and I have no desire to see any more of you than I already do,” the waitress replied coldly as she wiped down some of the mess on the table. “Perhaps you’ve had enough of this, as well, though it looks like you’re not getting half of it into you.”

Dalohn scowled, looking insulted. “Come on, bitch, stop holding out. You know you want this, all the women do, hell even some of the men do. Maybe if you weren’t so fucking uptight you’d enjoy life a little rather than looking like you want to kill yourself. My cock heals a lot of women - warms up the frigid, loosens down the uptight, it’s a fucking miracle worker.”

“What would truly be a miracle is if it could shut you up.”

“Oh, fuck you. Maybe I oughta just give it to you anyway, you clearly need some of it.”

“If you want it bitten off, go right ahead. However, I find most men don’t like that happening.” Having wiped up, she grabbed the empty mug and turned to leave.

Dalohn had no intention of letting her have the last word, however. “Kinky, are you? Well...I know how to deal with that.” With a devious grin that the waitress didn’t see, he slapped her on the rear, rather hard.

It happened in an instant - without warning, an explosion of energy burst out of the woman, lifting Dalohn into the air and throwing him into the wall, making the rest of the tavern rattle at the impact. Several chairs and tables were knocked over, thankfully having been vacated before the attack. For a moment Dalohn was entirely stunned, but soon enough he started howling. “You fucking cunt! What’s the matter with you? How dare you do that to me?! I’m a man, you should respect your betters!”

“Piss off, you giant slob,” the waitress replied with a furious coldness and a rage in her eyes that should have warned Dalohn to back off. “There’s only one man alive who I would allow to even touch me, and it most certainly isn’t a pathetic creep like you. Try that again and you’ll find that that was only a taste of what I can do to you.”

She walked off again, not stopping for another round as Dalohn threw curses at her. When it became clear she wasn’t coming back out, though, he just picked himself up and stormed off into the rooms upstairs, without having paid for more than a bit of his tab, and certainly not keep. The bartender looked like he was going to object, but decided at the last minute that it was worth the hit to his bottom line to not further rile someone who looked ready to do a great deal more damage. Sighing, he stepped out to get the furniture back in order, helped by a couple of still-nervous patrons. Not all trouble was the kind that hit hard...but when it did, it definitely left a trail.

———

A good sleep had taken the edge off of Dalohn’s drunkenness, but he was still pretty peeved about the attack he’d suffered. That a woman would dare raise a hand to him...it burned him up, he had no respect for them, they were the inferior sex and should have known their place. This was a man’s world, women were there for their pleasure. But every now and then there was an uppity one who didn’t know her place...had he his choice, he would have shown them exactly where they belonged, but some men didn’t understand that that was their privilege and were hostile to the suggestion.

This one, though...if it wasn’t for that blasted magic I’d hunt her down and get that cunt nice and stretched open like she clearly needs. Maybe if I find some kind of warding amulet…

As he reached the downstairs once more, things were back in order, and the waitress was nowhere to be seen. Once again the bartender was obviously biting his tongue, very much fighting the urge to try and get some recompense; Dalohn didn’t seem to notice a thing, nor did he make any offer. As far as he was concerned, the world was there for his benefit, so thinking about paying wasn’t exactly tops on his mind.

A stranger in the bar, however, was cause for interest, especially one looking at him. It was a kobold - tiny thing, Dalohn probably could have stepped on him and taken him down. He had a very wide grin, the kind that suggested he wasn’t all there like Dalohn figured was true of a lot of kobolds. “Ahaha...yes, you are Dalohn, are you not?”

“What’s it to you, pipsqueak?”

“Ah, I’m a messenger, from Venita...I believe you and she had a, ah, altercation last night? I wasn’t there to see, but I heard from her...yes, she wanted me to deliver something to you!”

Dalohn wasn’t sure if he should trust the little lizard rat, any more than he trusted the one behind it. Venita...sounds just like the name of a stuck-up cunt. “Deliver something?”

“Yes yes, a something of goodness, for sure! Venita wishes to apologize for her conduct, she doesn’t like being touched, you see! And she feels that she perhaps overreacted to you making contact with her! So she wished to give you something that would help you, yes yes!”

A slow grin formed on Dalohn’s face. Oho...seems I left my mark on the whore after all. I’ll bet she wants another gift even more… “Very well, then, what is it?”

“Ah, Venita, she is a very skilled magician!” the kobold nattered nuttily. “She does magic and potions, and does them quite well!” He whipped out a bottle with a faintly green liquid stopped up inside. “She offers to you a potion of supreme power and durability! Drink of this and your strength will be ten times what it normally is, and the sharpest blade will bounce off your skin like jelly off a rock! And she brings news, that there is a heavy bounty on a lizardman tribe a day to the north, whom no man has yet to best, but this potion will work double against them! You will make great gains from this, most assuredly so!”

“Hah! Then I shall accept, and give a message to her that she can expect me to return triumphant, and show her my own gift!” Beaming, Dalohn snatched up the potion, eager to try it out but holding himself back; lizardmen could be quite the battle, and this edge was certainly going to be welcome if there were many of them. “Riches and fame anew, here comes Dalohn! None shall stand in my way!”

The bartender watched in disbelief as the warrior charged out of the tavern, nearly taking the door off its hinges. He looked down at the kobold, eyes narrowing in suspicion. “Should I be asking how you found out about all this?”

“Well…” The kobold stood upright, the air-headed character evaporating into thin air as he grinned up at the human. “You could ask all sorts of questions...but you might just be asking for trouble. After all, kobolds are always trouble, even when we’re not...isn’t that right?”

“Yes...you do have that reputation. And that...that’s very much something Venita wouldn’t do, not after how he treated her.”

“Oh, this is very much something she WOULD do. However, this may not be what I said it was...but you needn’t worry about that.” With a snicker, the kobold tossed a coin pouch onto the counter. “This should cover what he owed...a small price to pay, as she’s quite sure he won’t bother you again. And I have other business to attend to, so...tah.”

The bartender’s eyes flicked between the coin pouch and the retreating kobold, until the door blocked his view of the latter. With a sigh and a shrug, he picked up the pouch and started to count the contents. This was all very strange, but, if it didn’t involve him, it wasn’t worth probing too deeply about. He had a bar to run, after all, and strange characters were a dime a dozen - he’d never get anything done if he worried about them all. All that mattered was trying to ready himself the next time trouble came in, which hopefully would be a while.

———

If there was anyone Dalohn thought less of than women, it was beastmen. Sentient non-humans in general, really, but the ones that rankled him were the beastmen. Creatures like goblins and orcs and the like, they didn’t really ever seem like they tried to be on par with humans, preferring their own lots in life. But beastmen, they seemed to think that just because they were closer to human they could pretend at being them while still taking pride in divorcing themselves in appearance from them.

To Dalohn, they were little better than the animals they took after. And the irritating thing was that they were becoming more common among civilized society, where he wasn’t allowed to give them exactly what he thought they deserved. Any time there was a bounty on them, he was more than eager to take it on and slay them with vigor...those opportunities were few and far between these days, but he’d really struck good fortune.

They think that being savages is a good thing, that being bound to the wild is something to celebrate...they’re nothing more than animals who think they’re better than they are. I wonder what these ones did to draw a bounty...probably pillaged a village, raped a bunch of women...though all of those whores probably loved it.

He cackled a bit at the mental image. Though he denigrated beastmen, they were good for one thing: they were more challenging than the typical beast, and therefore more satisfying to conquer. He’d heard stories about their endowment, how they attracted some humans on that quality alone - women especially, Dalohn always knew they couldn’t resist the allure of a nice big cock. But he’d heard about men, weak men who fell for the same thing, moaning on savage spear while being pounded and defiled, proving their inferiority in the most basal way. He’d never seen a beastman dick himself, but he doubted they were necessarily exaggerating, with how often he heard the stories.

But he was pretty sure he had them beat with his own generous manhood. And that led to one of his very private fantasies - watching a human woman moan on a beastman’s cock while one of the inferior men watched on helplessly, maybe even getting raped and succumbing to it, then killing the beastman or beastmen (though perhaps leaving the useless male to his fate as a cocksleeve) and taking his place to make the woman scream out his name and cum on his shaft while that same man thanked him for it all, if he could through his own moans.

Bet I could get it to happen, too. No woman can resist a nice thick cock, even if it is on a savage. Hell, no woman should, that’s why those animals shouldn’t be allowed near them, too many weak men with pinprick dicks would have to cede their females to them. Good thing I’m there to show them who’s really the best...if that means making sure they see their former man shooting his shot from being assfucked, all the better.

It wasn’t going to happen this time, the lizardmen were away from any human settlements, at least any that currently existed. But he was getting close, he was certain he could see signs of habitation around him now...deep in the woods, where there was no proper city, a clear sign of their inferior minds. He was pretty sure lizardmen were among the less intelligent of beastmen...he didn’t really have a scale, he just figured that lizards were pretty dimwitted in general, so lizardmen wouldn’t be much better.

“Halt, intruder!” Dalohn whipped around to his right, drawing his heavy sword. Despite being billed as a two-hander, he could wield it with one without too much trouble, which he liked to do to terrify his foes. These would be tricky to terrify though - three lizardmen, wearing little more than loincloths and belts, two holding spears and one with a rather shiny axe that looked far too nice for a savage. The axe holder was the clear lead of the three stepping forward with weapon drawn. “State your business or go no further.”

“Or you’ll do what, reptile?”

“Whatever we must. These are our lands, you have no right here unless you have business.”

Dalohn scoffed. “Arrogant beast, thinking you own the wild. You’ll rue the day I found you. I am Dalohn, and I am here to collect the bounty on your heads! I’ll take down each of you, then go find your little village and make sure I collect a good number of heads!”

“Bounty? There’s no bounty on us. You must be touched in the head.”

“Like they’d tell you about any bounty. I have a very good tip that I can earn quite a bit of money by slaughtering you monsters, and I aim to collect!”

“Ratoro, be careful. He seems mad.” The right-hand lizardman flanking the leader was on extreme guard, stepping up next to him with an almost protective stance.

“Stay back, Lukai. I’ll be fine. You too, Jailo.” The left-hand lizardman didn’t look as guarded, though his eyes were almost boring into Dalohn. The one called Ratoro kept his ready stance but didn’t back down; each of his men was bigger than the human, and he was bigger still, but it wasn’t as big a difference as they would have liked, and size wasn’t necessarily everything. “We have the advantage, human, threats are a bad idea. We’ll see you off, either peacefully, by force, or off this world entirely if you insist.”

Dalohn scowled for a moment, then grinned again. “So be it...I’ll end you easily with this!” He pulled out the draught that the kobold had given him. “You will be unable to even touch me while I’m under this! Maybe I’ll leave you a few moments to lament your uselessness against your human betters before I take your heads and tails as trophies!”

Without further warning he slugged back the potion, drinking the whole thing down in a half-dozen gulps. The lizardmen didn’t move, though their expressions gained a significant apprehension; whatever was in the mystery potion, they couldn’t be sure if it would truly put them at the disadvantage or not. After the last swallow, Dalohn tossed the bottle away and stood fearlessly before the three, waiting for the expected rush of power.

Except...it didn’t come. He waited...seconds passing, it should have taken effect…

And then he felt SOMETHING...that was very much not a rush of power. It was a weird writhing within his body, starting small and then intensifying. “Ngh...wh-what...what’s happening?”

“On guard,” Ratoro warned. Until they knew the effects, they had to be wary - clearly the human wasn’t expecting something, but a bum potion could be extremely unpredictable.

When it started to hit, Dalohn felt a horrifying sensation - he was getting smaller. Not just like a diminution potion, it wasn’t just that he was getting shorter, his muscles were shrinking as well. The arm holding his sword, so reliable, was wobbling badly after just seconds, and he was forced to let it drop to the ground. “Wh-what? What...why? I...this is wrong!” He tried to step forward, but rapidly tripped and fell as his boots were oversized, he fell clean out of them. “Agh! N-no!”

“Oh, my…” Ratoro had relaxed quite a bit, as had the other two lizardmen, all three now sporting grins. “Well, I do think we have one of our favorite tricks pulled upon a hapless human. And here I was worried over nothing…”

“What? What are you…” Dalohn’s question cut short quickly as he stood up again. His loincloth rapidly fell off of him, exposing him fully - and to his horror, his cock was half its size! His balls were pathetically small! And to his horror, he could see breasts swelling on his chest, rapidly getting larger. “No! It...it can’t be!”

“Sure it can. You don’t see it with your own eyes? You’re becoming a female. The potion appears to not have been what you expected...perhaps you made someone angry?”

Panic gripped Dalohn’s mind. Venita! That potion! It hadn’t been to strengthen him at all! How had the kobold been able to lie to him like that? Unless he didn’t know either, stupid creature could easily have been misled...he was staggering as his body was reshaping itself, taking on a very busty figure with wide hips and a thin waist, thighs that couldn’t even shut together properly. He felt an agony as his cock shrank to nothing, his balls pulled inward, and cried out as he felt a pussy being shaped between his legs.

“Very angry, it seems…” Jailo spoke for the first time, cruel mocking in his voice. “Oh, you know he did something to deserve it.”

Lukai hissed in agreement. “No doubt. A regular feminization potion wouldn’t have this extreme an effect.”

“Of course not. But something can.” In a gesture that was dismally dismissive of Dalohn, the lizardmen dropped their weapons to the ground. Demonstrating they had no fear of him...though, at a foot and a half shorter and sapped of every lick of muscle, why would they? “Ah, Dalohn, you’re going to know very well how YOUR other half lives. That was a Hyperfem Draught. An ordinary potion would only change your gender, not your other attributes, but a Hyperfem Draught is different...it turns a male into the precise woman of THEIR ideal. Whatever you think a woman should be, that’s what you become. And given the changes I’m seeing here, I’m guessing your image of the ideal woman is QUITE offensively little…”

This couldn’t be happening! Dalohn was shaking his head, trying to deny every alteration, but it simply wasn’t to be. The sensation of changing had stopped, and the results were suitably tragic - his arms and legs were weak, his body was ill-suited for activity, his breasts were ample, his pussy was constantly exposed, even his head and face had changed to a more feminine shape, his hair growing even longer. And now the lizards were getting closer! He had to do something, but he didn’t feel coordinated enough to run, and he couldn’t have lifted to sword with about a dozen arms now. There was no way he could defeat three lizardmen now...he couldn’t have defeated three kobolds like this, but these towering creatures?

“And you know what else? There’s another fun little aspect of the Hyperfem Draught...all you need to do, to make it never wear off?” Ratoro dropped his loincloth down, and Dalohn gaped in shock at the thick erection pushing out from his slit. “Wash that pussy of yours with seed just one time. One time, and you’ll be that slutty vixen for good. Hm, I wonder if you’ll have any luck keeping us from doing that? Seems to me that whatever you did, you probably deserved it...if that’s what you think of women, anyhow.”

If Dalohn’s heart had been racing before, it threatened to burst out of his chest now. They could keep him that way just by fucking him? His anxiety trebled as he saw Lukai and Jailo removing their own loincloths, getting nice and hard in front of him just like Ratoro. All three of them had put his normal size to shame - Ratoro had to be twice as long and thick as he had been, and the other two weren’t that far off. He’d heard they were big, but...not THAT big. And then there was the shape of them, bumps on the shaft, and a ring of rear-facing fleshy spikes under the pointed head. A beast of a spear, designed to pierce and rub and catch inside, and there were three of them in front of him.

And the worst part was, it wasn’t fear that was catching him now. No, he could feel the wetness between his legs...he wasn’t in control of himself, he couldn’t stop himself from wanting them! No, it was this new shape, the shape of a woman as he envisioned it, hungry for any long, thick cock and incapable of refusing one. Now he was that woman...SHE was that woman. What hope did she have? Not much, considering she couldn’t even look away from them, much less try to put more distance between themselves and her.

“Heh heh heh...like what you see, bitch?” Ratoro looked immensely pleased and eager at the sight of the overwhelmed transformee. “Can’t wait to have our cocks pound you and fill you nice and full, can you?”

The words were out of Dalohn’s mouth before he could even think of stopping them. “I want your cocks in me, so bad, I need them to force my cunt open and defile me with your lizard cum…” She couldn’t believe she had said that, she never would have said such a thing before, it would have been as vile an idea as possible...but now it wasn’t even close, she couldn’t possibly deny the want in her.

Because that’s what a weak bitch should be like.

She wasn’t quite sure where that had come from, it felt like it was almost from outside her...but she had no time to think about it, as Ratoro was suddenly in her vision. His cock was right in front of her face, and without even thinking about it, she opened her mouth, letting it push in and fill her up...he wasn’t going in gently, but every inch that wanted in got in, without protest from her. And she couldn’t help but moan, the feel of it and taste of it was too good to be right, she couldn’t have wanted anything more once the taste was on her tongue. She didn’t even care that the surface was slightly slimy with some kind of slit fluid, even that was appealing now, it was like she had lost all ability to be revolted by the idea of anything sexual with these lizards.

You’re a slut, you should act like one. Sucking reptile dick is all you’re good for.

She shuddered, again that felt like such a foreign thought. Except not quite...because she remembered, back a couple years ago, when he’d forced himself on a prostitute, he’d said the same thing to her, minus the word ‘reptile.’ Was that a memory? Or a thought from what part of her brain retained her maleness? The change had been to her body, not necessarily her mind...no, it must have been partly to her mind, as well, but maybe not fully. But she shouldn’t be thinking that about herself, she wasn’t supposed to be like this…

Yet, she was playing the part like a natural, bobbing on Ratoro’s cock with an eagerness he’d only wished most of the whores he’d had would have done. Even as long and thick as it was, her jaw seemed to stretch around it, her throat accommodated it without issue, she even could draw breath around it, meaning she never had to stop pleasuring the male. And she couldn’t have even if she wanted to...well, that wasn’t quite true, more the idea of wanting to seemed to be disallowed her. There was a hand on the back of her head to make sure she didn’t get the idea, and she was glad for it, she wanted Ratoro to impose his will on her, make sure she was in her place...even though she was eagerly pushing herself up to his slit, even licking into it a bit, he was still thrusting as well, forcing himself into her willing mouth. And the more he did, the wetter her pussy got...she wasn’t so sure she didn’t want to just be raped, all power to resist stripped from her and used by each of these lizards like a toy.

All whores want big beast dick. Their lives aren’t complete unless they’re stuffed with a massive cock in their needy cunts, no matter whether they give permission or not. They should act like it rather than being stuck-up bitches who think they’re better than men.

Before she could process this thought properly, she felt another shudder through her, her body climaxing off of just sucking the cock of the lizardman. She clenched down on him, moaning and crying out around him, her throat vibrating his dick forcefully...a moment later she felt the first burst of his cream down her throat, and almost on automatic she bobbed again, letting the taste of his male essence flow over her tongue. She didn’t let a drop escape her, swallowing like a good whore, properly worshiping the virile male by taking in every drop of his gift to her. She couldn’t get over the taste of it, primal and powerful, so overwhelmingly MALE that it made her dizzy. Dalohn had no idea what a male tasted like before this, but she was certain that it wouldn’t have been as nice if she wasn’t changed like this...that didn’t make it any less appealing to her brain, though.

She was almost disappointed when Ratoro pulled out of her mouth...almost, because she knew that it wasn’t going to stay out long, not when it was still so thick and firm, not at all spent by the previous orgasm. “Ssss, you’re an eager one, aren’t you? You must really have loved how I tasted, if you were so desperate to get so much.”

“Yes, sir...I loved your taste, it was the best thing I’ve ever tasted in my life.” Once again it was out before he could stop himself, but even if she could have, she knew she shouldn’t be lying to her male betters. She couldn’t be a good bitch whore to them if she did...why was she so insistent on following being a good bitch whore? Shouldn’t she have been trying to resist that, reassert her masculinity?

Women shouldn’t act like men, they should serve men like good sluts. Especially powerful men, they deserve to have women serve them.

Oh, that was why...she needed to be a proper servant to the powerful males. And these were unquestionably powerful men...she was salivating over the powerful muscles the lizardmen were packing, the sharp claws that were probably all the weapons they needed, the fangs that could probably bite through a tree branch with little trouble...were there any men more powerful than these ones? The only image she could think of was what she had been before...and that was gone from this world, there were no other men remaining which could outdo what was in front of her. But...shouldn’t she have been trying to get it back?

“Why don’t you tell me what you want next, then, slut? I’m sure you have something in mind…”

“Ohhh...Ratoro, I still need your cock, my pussy is drooling for it...I need you to fill it just like you filled my mouth.” Dalohn leaned back and spread her legs, exposing herself to him.

Ratoro snickered. “That’s what you want, is it? That eager to give up on being a male ever again?”

You’re not a male. You’re a proper slut who serves males like she should.

“I’m not a male, I’m a proper slut who serves males like I should.” She shivered as she said it, the confusion overwhelmed by a sincere and deep satisfaction. Suddenly it was starting to make sense...those were her thoughts. No, those were HIS thoughts. The thoughts of the man who she had been, as much a part of her brain as ever. Telling her what he thought she should be doing, and rewarding her for compliance, even as there was little chance she could resist any of it. Some part of himself remained within herself...was that her key?

Any thought along those lines, though, went flying out of her mind as Ratoro loomed over her, his body dwarfing hers and casting a shadow over him on the ground. His huge cock still dripping a bit of cum and precum as it lined up with her eager nethers, sending another thrill of desire through her. His hands pinned her to the ground, his eyes bore into hers almost like they were drilling into her warped soul. “You’re definitely one of the most extreme I’ve ever seen...but if that’s what you want, far be it from me to deny you your desires.”

That knobby cock swiftly plunged into her cunt, and her back arched, mouth open in a silent scream of glorious bliss. It was a breaking of virginity in one sense, a claiming in a way that had never once been possible in his previous state, tearing into her brain and driving out whatever remained of her memory of having a cock rather than taking one...despite the roughness of the entry, though, it was utterly painless, pure delight, like her body was designed for nothing but taking dick.

Just like any proper woman’s body.

“Damn...how tight and eager you are, you must really have been wanting this,” Ratoro hissed tauntingly as he slowly dragged himself out, then thrust back in. He hadn’t hilted, he was deep enough that Dalohn could feel him smacking against something deep inside her, and there were still multiple inches left to go. She couldn’t loosen up in there, but Ratoro could break through, he had the power, and she could feel herself wanting it to happen. She was nodding to his words, every word the lizard said seemed just as demanding on her brain as those thoughts she was having. But that was as it should have been, he was a big powerful male and her weak female self SHOULD have been obeying him, and she felt a rush every time she did.

Showing her pleasure was something she should have been doing as well, and she was almost doing so involuntarily. Every time that cock plunged in deeper, she clenched onto it, letting those bumps rub hard against her walls, those fleshy spikes on that ring around his cockhead dragging just slightly more sharply against her and making her twinge and tingle. She could never have imagined such pleasure before, the pleasure that every woman was supposed to feel from being pounded by a nice big cock, amplified by the beastly nature of this one...were all beast cocks so strangely embellished? She almost felt revolted by the thought of a human one, so plain and small and inferior...even trying to think of the cock she had possessed minutes ago, which was harder and harder to do, the thought of having been a male was being driven out of her with every thrust, even as she still felt that presence in her. Her body shuddered every now and then in a miniature climax that felt so much more satisfying than even a full one had previously, fueling every other submissive thought and feeling that had been running through her.

“Ssss, you’re clenching so hard, you really can’t wait to be made our plaything, can you?”

“Ah...ah…”

“Heh, no one ever cries out as much as an arrogant male turned into his image of the perfect female. It really is projecting, they desire exactly what they’re always thinking about...maybe they never really wanted to be male in the first place, they just needed something like this to make them exactly the way they always wanted to be…”

Each word drilling into her just like that cock was, she could feel it throbbing and leaking precum in her...dangerously close to the finale, the moment that would claim her as their trophy for good. She couldn’t find any way to disagree with what he was saying, it sounded right, sounded just like what she should be believing...that little part of her that was desperate was trying to crack through again, though, warn her about the consequences even as the rest of her seemed to be welcoming them fully. She was dangerously close to losing any chance of return, Ratoro’s orgasm was going to finish it...shouldn’t she have been fighting it? Wasn’t she supposed to be a male?

Her own mind answered the question for her. You’re not a man, you don’t deserve to be a man. You’re a female, weak and submissive, and that’s all you should be. Only fit to serve men, to be a plaything for their cocks, to give them pleasure, to give them satisfaction, to give them your obedience. And the sooner those fantasies get out of your head, the better you’ll be able to do that. You want their cum more than anything to show you your proper place.

And that was it, that was when she knew her fate was decided. Betrayed not just by body but by mind as well. Her hyperfeminized body hadn’t a prayer of escaping the beasts, but had she had her wits she might have been able to find a way to escape or endure until she could get an advantage. But the part of her brain that housed what remained of him refused to help her...no, actively sabotaged her by encouraging her defilement and surrender. He wanted her to be stuck that way, to be the perfect woman and serve her male superiors. It didn’t matter to him that they were lizardmen, cocks that big deserved her worship...no, not even that, without his body there were no males better than them, beastmen were the only males she was allowed to desire, the only worthy ones.

With no resistance left to be found, her voice cried out in wanton passion, entirely unprompted. “Please, Ratoro, cum in me, make me belong to you forever, bless me with your seed like the mighty stud you are!”

“Well, since you begged so nicely…” Ratoro pulled back, further than before, and then suddenly slammed in, breaking through her cervix and burying himself to the hilt inside her. Dalohn screamed in orgasmic bliss as her body hit the peak of pleasure, a soul-searing climax that put every single one she had in her prior form to shame. And still Ratoro thrust, powering through that clenching and writhing, but only pulling out a little bit - that ring was catching on her cervix, flexing out to keep his lizard dick inside her, guaranteeing that his oncoming orgasm would provide that lizard seed directly to her deepest depths. And the way he was throbbing and pulsing, it was so tantalizingly close…

And then Ratoro let out a loud cry, and she felt it, that first hot burst of cum that flooded her insides. And that was all that was needed to bring her to an even more potent high, her orgasm redoubled by the pumps of reptile seed inside her body. It shattered her previous mental image of Dalohn as a male, breaking it into fragments and excising it from her mind, leaving nothing but that eagerly denigrating bit of her male mind that goaded her and taunted her for her submission even while rewarding it with unfettered bliss. There was so much of that seed, making her feel like she was getting filled up to the brim, barely any able to leak around that thick cock that she clung to like it was giving her life. She was on the verge of passing out, it was so much...but her mind held on, and she felt herself finally come down from that ultimate high, fully ensconced in her warped femininity and her servitude to Ratoro and whatever other reptiles desired her.

And there were two right there...even as Ratoro’s cock finally relinquished its hold on her innards and pulled out of her, Lukai and Jailo were upon her, and her weariness took a backseat to the desire for their dicks. In an instant she was on her hands and knees, taking Lukai in her mouth and slobbering all over him while her cunt clenched around Jailo’s thick staff. Not quite as big as Ratoro, but more than big enough to give her a comparable stretch, like her pussy was form-fitting around them. Her body didn’t keep Jailo out of her womb, now fully attuned to lizardman cock and incapable of denying them what they wanted.

“Holy shit, it’s as good as it looked like it would be,” Lukai hissed ecstatically as he felt Dalohn bury his cock in her throat all the way. “She really did want this, eh?”

“Mmph, if the grip of her twat on my dick is any sign, she needed this almost as much as she needed to eat,” Jailo agreed.

Ratoro chuckled approvingly. “She’ll get plenty of sustenance, then. I think we’re going to enjoy having a new breeding bitch back at the village.”

Breeding bitch. Those words filled her with unbidden excitement. They were going to knock her up, make her push out eggs or lizard babies or whatever they did. And they were going to keep her for a long time...not that she could have asked otherwise. Was she going to eventually lose her male side, have it fall silent and just be the ravenous slut? Or was he going to remain in her head, chained down and pushing her constantly to serve eagerly and readily? She was hoping it was the latter, his encouragement fed her subservience more, and with him there she would never be tempted by any prospect of turning back.

———

In her private room at night, Venita’s eyes held firm to the pages of a new spellbook. The world of magic was vast, there was nary a chance anyone could master it all even with a thousand years...which was something some archsages deigned to give themselves in order to come as close as possible. She had no interest in that, the magic she cared for was directly related to her goals. And so far, she was enacting them pretty effectively.

“You’re going to spoil my men rotten, Venita.”

The woman didn’t bat an eye at the sudden presence of the deep voice. “For their efforts, they deserve a little spoiling. And I did send the last four to other partner clans. I take it the encounter went well then?”

“Quite well. Hm, Dalohn was impressively servile...one would think part of him loved the idea of being turned and used like that.” The figure of Ratoro appeared as he stepped out of the shadows, coming up behind Venita and gently rubbing her shoulders. She made no effort to move away - after all, he was the one male who was allowed contact with her. “I’m not sure he’d even want to go back if he learned that the male version of that potion could reverse the state at any time, he seemed as happy as I’d ever seen. But after the way he treated you, I’m glad it’ll be no trouble keeping him in this state for a long, long time.”

“Excellent. One less brutish pig of a man to harass the women of the world. And one less bad example to set for the rest. It already seems to be working...word of such awful men meeting ill ends seems to be dissuading others from following that path.”

“The outcome we hope for, as well. To treat women so savagely, it’s an affront to everything. You would think a race with such pride in its ‘civility’ would be at least as honorable as just about every beastman race there is in that regard…”

Venita nodded. “Should I have my way, they will become so. Between removing those disgusting men to be beastman concubines, re-educating the ones that have the potential to be reformed, and my efforts to ensure reward for those who act with honor, I believe that the shift will be evident in the coming years. And as respect becomes reward, that respect will extend...conscientious humans will have to re-examine their attitudes towards beastmen, and realize their foolishness in their prejudice.”

“I certainly hope that to be the case...peace would be infinitely preferable to the constant uncertainty we face.” Rakoro grinned eagerly. “I look forward to what else you have in mind for this project. There is much to be done yet, and I know you must have planned much farther ahead than I could fathom.”

“Perhaps. One should never lay their hand too quickly, even in private...but I assure you it is a strong one. Strong as you are, Ratoro.”

“You flatter me, my queen.” As Venita stood, Ratoro’s arms wrapped around her in a gentle embrace. “I thank all gods for the fortune I had in meeting you.”

“It was great fortune for all of us, indeed. I’m certain your men are enjoying the fruits of that fortune at this moment, are they not?”

“Enjoying it quite nicely. I’m fairly sure I already planted my spawn in her, she will help bring our numbers back to their prime for certain.”

“Excellent news.” Venita smiled, a smile that was at once warm and devilish, perhaps the only one she knew, and perhaps the only one Ratoro would ever want. “Perhaps you’re care to attempt to make it two for two?”

Ratoro hissed in appreciation. “I would enjoy nothing more.”