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Kris woke like he did almost every morning – in a daze and not entirely sure where he was, despite being in his own bed like he always was. He had stupidly left the curtains open the previous night, and the early morning sun shone directly on the cheetah’s face, blasting away any lingering hopes of returning to sleep while it lay upon him.

Yawning widely, Kris rubbed his eyes and swung his legs off the side of his bed, stretching his legs out, feeling a satisfying stretch in his muscles before gently placing his feet on the floor. He rubbed his feet over the carpet, loving how his claws snagged ever so gently in the soft fabric. Before hauling himself out of bed. He stretched out his arms next, reaching out to touch the ceiling with his hands, trying to work out the little kinks in his back and shoulders.

Hitching up his boxers that seemed to have fallen a little loose during the night - the elastic must have gone on them - Kris grabbed his phone and padded out of the bedroom. He brushed his tail against the wall as he staggered along, barely functioning at this time of the morning. It wasn’t even seven, yet there were already a couple of messages from Ivan. Kris sneered at deleted those messages without even reading them. The fox had blown his chance. He wasn’t going to take him back, no matter how hard he pleaded. He’d even bumped into him yesterday, literally. The fox had practically bowled him over in the street, splashing his bottle of water all over him. Kris had snarled and fled the scene without a word.

That was the last of the messages he’d received overnight, so the cheetah slipped it into the waistband of his boxers as he descended the stairs, rubbing his eyes and yawning again. Making it to the kitchen, he checked the water level on the kettle before flicking it on, grabbing a fresh cup from the cupboard and placing it on the counter with a teabag.

Leaning back on the counter, the cheetah reached into his underwear to retrieve his phone again, browsing through twitter while he waited for the kettle to boil. He hadn’t missed much while he’d been asleep, it seemed. Just some posts from his friends overseas and little else. Finally the kettle bubbled and clicked, allowing Kris to pour the water into his cup, breathing in the wonderful steam as it infused with the dried tea leaves. He felt a little more alert just from that alone.

No feeling particularly hungry, the cheetah decided to forgo breakfast for now, idling around the kitchen a little longer while he waited for the water to brew. Upstairs he could hear the first signs of movement from one of his housemates. Cassidy was usually the early riser, so it was probably her. Jethro rarely roused himself before midday.

His tea finished at last, he carefully picked it up and carried it back up to his room, scratching his chest with a spare finger around the phone clenched in his other hand. He had made it halfway back up the stairs when he realised that there was something not quite right. He looked down at the floor, nose twitching for a moment before violently sneezing, almost spilling his tea in the process.

“Ah, that’s better,” he muttered, moving up the stairs again. He paused outside Cassidy’s bedroom, listening in for any movement, but all seemed silent in the house again. He shrugged. Perhaps it had been the neighbours making the noise.

Returning to his bedroom, he pushed the door shut with his hips before placing his cup of steaming tea on his desk. No longer with any need for modesty, Kris dropped his boxers, looking down to kick them off his feet and –

“Oh what the fuck!” he screamed, not caring who he woke up. Where his cock and balls should have been was a feminine slit. He placed his hand over his crotch, not daring to touch it, but close enough to confirm that it was no illusion, that his malehood was no longer there.

This time he did hear something, a door opening and closing, followed by the gentle creak of someone standing on the floorboard just outside his door. “Are you alright in there?” Cassidy murmured sleepily, tapping gently on the door. “You didn’t spill tea over you again, did you?”

“Cassidy, what did you do?” Kris cried out in a strangled whisper, unable to tear his eyes away from his altered crotch.

He could hear Cassidy sigh. “Look, I’m coming in alright? You’d better not be naked in there,” she said, starting to turn the handle and push the door open. Kris didn’t even have time to cover himself. “For goodness sake, Kris, put some clothes on you… oh.”

“Oh? Is that all you have to say for yourself? Oh? What did you do?” Kris snarled, advancing on the small fennec, still only dressed in her bra and underwear. Her long fringe was partially over her eyes, her hair dishevelled.

Cassidy flung her hands up. “Me? I didn’t do anything! Why do you think it was me?” she said, backing away from the irate cheetah.

“Oh let me think,” Kris growled, pretending to furrow his brow in thought. “Maybe it’s because you study magic and you’re a witch? Do you think that might be a reason?”

Kris was close enough now that Cassidy was able to put her hands on his chest to try and hold him away. “Look, Kris, please believe me. I didn’t do this,” she pleaded, trying to push the feline back.

“Then who did?” Kris snarled, baring his teeth at the fennec fox.

Cassidy’s large ears folded in against her head. “I don’t know,” she said with a slow shake of her head.

“Well can you fix it at least?” the cheetah demanded, folding his arms across his chest and keeping his eyes firmly on his housemate, not wanting to risk his gaze drifting down to his crotch.

The fennec fox bit her lip as she thought. “I might be able to. Let me go get some stuff and I’ll see what I can do,” she said, half turning to the door, before looking back at the cheetah, before adding, “It does look pretty cute.” She scampered away before the stupefied Kris could retort.

The cheetah collapsed onto his bed, feeling a little light-headed. The way he was sat he knew he should be feeling his balls resting against his bedsheets, but there was just nothing there, an absence of feeling. He had to resist the urge to run his hand down there, not wanting to feel his pussy. He had never touched one before, only ever seen one on a couple of occasions, when he had accidentally walked in on Cassidy when she hadn’t been dressed. It hadn’t even entered his worst nightmares that he would need to worry about one on his own crotch.

The fennec returned a few minutes later, Kris not having moved once in that time, just gripping hold of the black tip of his tail. He barely even noticed as Cassidy sat next to him, now dressed in a loose t-shirt and shorts. She placed a small bag of salves and ointments between them, rummaging through and pulling a small, white tube out.

“Do you wanna lie back and get comfortable? This is a simple reversal cream, so should do the trick if the magic used wasn’t very powerful,” she said, squirting a little of the thick, white cream onto her finger.

“What are you doing with that?” Kris asked, a little worry making his voice quaver, squirming backwards as Cassidy moved her hand down to his crotch.

“I have to apply it to the transformed area you idiot, or it won’t do anything,” she said, holding one hand over Kris’ chest, the second moving down to his crotch to apply the cream against his feminine lips.

Kris yelped and huffed, his arms tensing as the fennec’s slender finger rubs over his crotch. His hands clenched, suppressing a whimper. It was so sensitive down there, the cream making it warm up nicely and making him blush.

“You might feel a little arousal actually, but that’s perfectly normal,” Cassidy warned, a little too late as a few beads of moisture formed around his pussy. The fennec grinned widely when she noticed that, teasing her fingers along the patches of damp fur. “My goodness, I didn’t think it’d be that quick. You’re enjoying this.”

“N-no, am not,” Kris squeaked, desperately clenching his hand and feet, trying to think of anything but his pussy, remembering the feel of his cock and balls, willing them back again. Yet, no matter what he tried, his thoughts soon corrupted, thinking instead what it would be like to be taken by a cock like that, feeling his new pussy stretch around it. He yelped as he felt a tongue brushing against him, scrambling back. “Stop that,” he yelped.

Cassidy grinned, licking her lips as she sat back up, a couple of beads of his juices dripping from her chin. “Well it seemed like that one didn’t work,” she said, not seeming at all ashamed of her actions, while Kris hugged his legs to his chest, not realising how much he was exposing his damp pussy to the fennec.

“Then try the next one,” the cheetah gasped, gritting his teeth together as he tried to ignore the heat between his legs. If anything it felt worse now, a burning need to rub his fingers into his slit, teasing the sensitive nub of flesh just beneath the lips. His hands started to slip down the back of his thighs.

This time Cassidy pulled out a small tablet. She held it up to the cheetah. “This is much stronger, though like most gender altering magic, it will leave you feeling aroused, probably even more so. But this will cover pretty much any method used to change you,” she said, pressing the pill into Kris’ hand. “Chew it, swallow it, doesn’t really matter too much.”

Kris nodded and quickly swallowed down the pill, feeling the heat building up deep within his gut almost straight away. He moaned loudly, his legs uncurling across the bed, accidentally brushing against an enraptured Cassidy.

“Oh fuck,” Kris whined, his hands clenching either side of his crotch, claws scratching at his fur. He could feel Cassidy between his legs again, her breath cool against his pussy as she inspected it, her fingers gently probing at his lips. He couldn’t help but lift his hips up a little, his pussy brushing up against Cassidy’s lips. Her tongue eased into his slit, brushing up against his clit and making him shiver.

“Mmm, you taste good,” Cassidy murmured, before pulling back again, a frown on her face as her fingers continued to inspect Kris’ pussy. “No change at all.”

Kris grabbed the headboard of his bed to keep his hands from wandering down. “No change?” he panted, closing his eyes as his claws scratched at the wooden board. “Why not? Why isn’t it working?”

Cassidy stroked the cheetah’s chest gently. “Don’t worry, it just means that there’s been some conditions applied to the transformation, I just need to work out what they were,” she said, placing both hands over Kris’ pussy, making the cheetah shudder again.

“Well hurry then,” Kris whined, his claws digging in to the wood, tail thrashing back and forth.

“You don’t hurry magic,” Cassidy scolded, pushing her palms into the cheetah and making him squirm. “I think I have it. There’s definitely a time limiter on it, about a week at most I’d say. There’s also a second one, which is rare. Must have been quite an advanced spellcaster to do that. It’s based around an orgasm, so that seems to be your options. Wait a week, or have an orgasm, and you should be back to normal.”

Kris gritted his teeth and leant back against the headboard, breathing out a sigh of relief. “I’m not keeping this for a week,” he said, before glancing down at his crotch. “Can- can you help me at all?”

Cassidy grinned widely, leaping up off the bed. “What’s the matter, Kris, don’t know what to do with it?” she teased, leaping up off the bed.

Kris snarled. “And I don’t want to know, I just want it gone.”

The fennec pouted. “Aww, I’m sure you could get to love it, given the chance,” she said with a wink, before retreating out of the cheetah’s room and taking her bag with her. It wasn’t long before she was back, brining with her a couple of toys that made Kris’ eyes widen.

“I- I’m not taking one of those,” he whimpered.

“Then what else do you suggest, hmm? I can’t just snap my fingers and make you orgasm,” Cassidy said, laying out the toys in front of the cheetah. He recognised them all of course, but had never really considered using any of them on himself before, but just staring at the thick dildo in front of him made him whimper, the vibrator making his whole body shiver. The fennec grinned, noticing the not so subtle signs of the cheetah’s arousal. “So which do you want first?”

“That one,” Kris whispered, pointing with his foot towards the heavy dildo, molded into the shape of a canine shaft.

Cassidy took out a bottle of lube, pouring a liberal amount on the thick tip of the dildo. “Good choice,” she said, not waiting for any further permission before pressing the tip against Kris’ glistening pussy.

The cheetah grunted, toes curled right up as the toy slowly eased in, pushing aside and spreading his inner folds and rubbing against his clit. “Oh fuck that’s good. More, give me more,” he panted, clenching his teeth as the thick dildo was gently eased in.

Holding the dildo steady, the fennec paused, letting Kris get used to the thickness of it before inserting a little more, making the cheetah gasp out in shock. “That’s it, nice and easy,” she said, running one hand over the cheetah’s chest, her fingers tugging against his fur.

Kris panted, shaking his head. “No, more,” he whined, the pleasure more intense, more sustained than anything he had ever felt before with his cock. He was sure the dildo needed no lube, his crotch soaked with the feminine juices that drooled out around the silicone shaft.

“More you say?” Cassidy said, tugging the dildo back out of Kris’ needy pussy, making the cheetah cry out in loss. He was quickly silenced though as he felt something else placed there, smooth and cold. He looked down to see the vibrator pressed against his lips. Rolling his hips forward so the rounded tip eased in, he let out a low moan and begged for more. The fennec obliged, pushing the vibrator in all the way before switching it on.

Kris felt like his mind was obliterated. He howled out in bliss, his claws tearing through his bedsheets as he felt that little shaft of cool metal buzzing inside his aching pussy. His legs scrambled around, desperately trying to find purchase on his sheet.

Cassidy held down his ankles, leaning in and running a tongue along his sensitive lips, making the cheetah cry out and beg for release. It didn’t take much, just the fennec’s lips brushing against his clit before he clenched his legs over her back. He threw his head back, moaning loudly as he felt his pussy tense around the vibrator as he came, soaking his crotch and the bedsheets with his juices.

The cheetah tried to take a deep breath, but the vibrator was still buzzing and Cassidy didn’t seem about to pull it out. Rather than fading into a contented afterglow, everything seemed to be building more and more, the plateau of pleasure rising to a new peak. He pulled a pillow over his face, biting in to it as he tried not to cry out ever louder. It didn’t take long to reach orgasm again, his teeth tearing a chunk out of the pillow as he clenched down hard on the vibrator, feeling his crotch fur get even wetter before Cassidy mercifully tugged the vibrator free.

Kris flopped back against the bed, legs weak as he panted, his tongue hanging from his mouth. He could barely move, sprawled out over the bed as he tried to spit out pillow fluff. “That- that was…” the cheetah murmured, before coming down a little from the orgasmic bliss and realising what he had just done. He rubbed his hands over his eyes and whispered, "I shouldn’t have enjoyed that.”

Groaning in frustration, the cheetah looked back down at the fennec. “Why did that feel so good?”

Cassidy shrugged. “You were hit by the equivalent of three arousal spells. Those were always going to have a powerful effect, but that’s not the thing you should be worried about at the moment,” she said, placing a hand over his crotch. Which still failed to contain his cock and balls.

“It’s still there?” Kris whimpered.

“Yeah, it’s still here,” Cassidy said, biting her lip as she gently dabbed the vibrator with a cloth to dry it a little. “It can’t have been orgasm related after all. Which is strange, as I was sure that’s what the spell was. Looks like you may have to wait out the time on it.”

“But I don’t want to –” Kris started to say, before he was interrupted by his phone ringing. He apologised to the fennec before reaching out to answer it, not even checking who was calling first. The voice that answered at the other end was agonisingly familiar.

“How’s it going Kris,” sneered Ivan, the wolf sounding far too smug for his own good. “I hope you’re enjoying your new addition?”

Kris almost hurled the phone across the room. “Fuck off Ivan. I thought I told you never to call me again?” he snarled, ready to mash the end call button, before his slow acting mind caught up with his ears. “How do you know about that?”

The cheetah could hear Ivan stutter. “What do you mean, I… you know… you did read my texts didn’t you?”

“Why would I read them? I deleted them the moment I saw them,” the cheetah snarled, a sickening feeling forming in his stomach. He looked down at Cassidy, who was still perched on the end of his bed.

Ivan laughed, quickly regaining his composure. “Well then I’ll explain now, shall I? Always thought you were a bit of a cunt, so I decided that you deserved to have one. Fitting, yes?” he said, waiting for a retort from Kris, but the cheetah didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. And awkward silence fell. Ivan eventually continued. “Yes, well. You’ll have that cunt for a week. Add one more day on for each time you orgasm, and if you manage to have two of them in a row, oh boy then it becomes permanent. Enjoy.”

The phone beeped as the line went dead before it slipped from suddenly numb hands.

“What’s the matter?” Cassidy asked, sliding up the bed to sit by the cheetah’s side, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

“I came twice then, didn’t I?” he asked in a strangled whisper.

Cassidy nodded. “Yeah, we don’t have the same problem as guys, so we’re… what did he do?” she asked, noticing the terrified expression on the cheetah’s face.

Kris touched a hand against his pussy. “It’s not coming back.”