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[b][u][center]Capers at the Cottage

Part 3

For dreamkeeperwolf

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

This time, Specter floated in the tails and the green for a while, the light consuming his vision, the tails comforting, soft, gentle against his back and his sides. He was more used to it, now, no longer scared. As long as the green glowed around him, he felt good, felt right, felt like he was enjoying himself rather than being trapped.

Was he trapped?

He might be trapped.

But that thought had no sooner blossomed in his mind than it was smothered beneath the green, and the slight discomfort that came with it disappeared, leaving him happily held in the tails of the…the…

He wanted to say ‘monster’, but the word didn’t come. The next most precise thing did. Kitsune. Tailed beast. Furred one. Anthro. Something that he should have been running in fear of, but instead held him possessively, gently, closely. He leaned in against her, allowing her breasts to rest against his face, sliding further and further into that half-trance, full-trance, happy-trance that she had for him.

Click-click…click-click…

“That’s it…that’s it…just settle…”

They were little sounds, things that didn’t have meaning behind them. Little clicks that he did without even thinking about it. Just drifting, allowing the tails to calm him, taking away the fear and the anxiety that had been there before, and leaving behind…

Well, did they leave behind anything?

He wasn’t sure.

Probably not.

Just emptiness.

Happiness.

Softness.

Warmth.

He drifted, falling further and further into her grip, feeling her words and her touch spreading through him, taking him to a place in his head that felt better, that felt right. He was happy. Katie…

Katie…

Katie…

He wanted to think of something wrong with this, some part of his mind fighting against the green, but it was too weak, too tired, and the green was far too strong for someone like him to fight against. Katie had told him that. She was right, of course. She was always right, and he was silly for thinking that he could just push past that.

So, he floated, letting her carry him down, pulling his head against her breasts. He nuzzled there, savoring the warmth, the gentle touch, the sexual pleasure that came from being so close to them. They were…were they big? Yes, a little big. And soft.

“You will be safe. You will all be safe.”

Safe…Safe from what?

“I’ll keep you safe.”

Safe from what?

“None of the others will do what they wanted.”

Others?

So many questions, so many things that were pushed down by the green. He let himself slip away, fading on the comfortable rockings that she gave him, and soon enough, he stopped thinking entirely. Her words slipped into his ears, taking the place of his thoughts, and he allowed them in.

After all, Katie was always right.

#

He left the room with a chocolate cake a few minutes later, or at least, what felt like a few minutes later. He supposed that it might have been longer, but –

Specter blinked, looking down at the tray in his hands. There was something a little bit off about it, something that he didn’t remember getting. This should have been in the kitchen, and he had just left the room that he was sharing with Katie. She hadn’t had anything in there that implied that she’d gotten a treat for herself, so what was…

No, no, there was no need for questions. Katie had always been a little bit strange, a bit special. He could just leave it at that, and besides, there were things that needed doing, people that needed treating.

Like Ollow, and his girlfriend, Lilla.

His head rolled slightly as he thought of them, feeling like there was something just behind the mental image that he had of his cousin and Lilla, but it was gone before he had a chance to really think it through. He shook his head again, turning around and opening the door once more.

Katie was sitting on the bed, just starting to get comfortable, and looked up with a jolt. She cocked her head to the side.

“Something wrong?” she asked.

Click, click click. [i]What was I doing again?[/i]

“Just take that little chocolate cake to Lilla and Ollow. A gift from me.”

[i]That is all?[/i]

“Yes, dear. That’s all. I just need a little time alone to get something set up.”

[i]Is there anything you need from me?[/i]

“Just deliver the cake, Specter. That’s all. I promise.”

[i]…It smells strange.[/i]

“That’s because it’s special. And foreign.”

[i]Oh.[/i]

“Now, be a good boy for me. And lock the door behind you.”

Locking one of the inner doors of the house seemed like an odd thing, particularly for the bedroom, but he supposed that it was something reasonable enough, particularly as Katie had seemed like she was getting ready to undress or something. One of her shoulders hadn’t been quite in her blouse, after all, like she was just getting dressed or getting undressed. He blushed at the thought, wondering if his little ‘reward’ was going to be…

Another flicker, another moment of weirdness as he had an odd memory of a breast against his face not that long ago, but he would have remembered if they had been intimate. The little man shook his head, pushing himself to shut the door and follow her orders. Shut, lock, and deliver.

But even as he walked down the hall, he had his attention called back to the cake. It really did smell strange, almost…almost sexual, in a way. There was that time that he had had a soup with fish sauce in it, and then there was another time that he had been close to a woman’s sex, and there’d been a few similarities in the smell. Not an exact match, but something like it, and the cake had that same sort of scent to it.

Why was that happening? What kind of foreign snack would have a cake that smelled like…that, of all things?

And why would Katie want to give something like that to a couple?

[i]I do not understand…[/i]

But then again, there were many things that he didn’t understand, and he’d learned how to get on with his life. At least they were all together, and they were all safe from the dangers of the world outside. They could trust each other, at the very least, even if the rest of the world had become a nest of dangers.

He walked down the hall, knocking on Ollow’s door. There was nothing, at first, so he knocked again.

The door opened, Lilla standing there rather than his cousin. He cocked his head to the side at her, then leaned sideways. Ollow was sitting on their bed, headphones on his ears, shaking his head as he listened.

“Heh, don’t mind metal-head over there. He’s just angry with my choice of music,” she said. “Come in.”

Click, click, click click. [i]If that is alright.[/i]

“Sure.”

She stepped to the side, and he stepped in. As the door shut, he heard something through the gap of the headphones, some sort of shouting thing that was grating at his ears. It was…odd, almost like it was dragging claws through his thoughts, ripping through some of them and pulling others out of the dark. Something…almost like a feeling of ‘green’ in his head seemed to take some little rips and tears.

He shook his head, wincing slightly.

“Heh, what’s the matter?” Lilla asked, chuckling playfully as she walked around him. “Don’t like my choice of music?”

“Sounds like screamo,” Ollow said. “That’s not the right stuff.”

“Come on. It’s death metal enough.”

“No way. Too loud, too high. Death metal’s got a different tone.”

“They both scream.”

“Not like that. Hey. Spec.” Ollow held out the headphones. “Break the tie?”

It wasn’t the first time that the younger of his cousins had asked him to do that. As a non-speaker, Spec had a lot of appreciation for any sort of expression that used different sounds than usual voices to get an idea across. His opinions on music held at least a little weight for the family.

But this time, there was something off about the sound. It made his ears…itch, for lack of a better term, and it didn’t feel good. It was making that green feeling in him quiver, almost like it was ripping apart just hearing the edges of the music that escaped the headphones. He paused, slowly shaking his head.

“Why not?” Ollow asked.

[i]Not sure. But no thanks.[/i]

“Come on, give it a listen.”

“Heh, I think he’s got the right idea. Doesn’t want to get in the way of a couple,” Lilla said. “What’s that, by the way?”

[i]Treat,[/i] Specter clicked, holding up the tray. [i]Gift from Katie.[/i]

“Oh, thanks. Can’t wait to try that,” she said, taking it from him and setting it down on the bed.

In the meantime, Ollow had gotten to his feet. Specter had been too busy watching the cake, his curiosity still rooted to that odd smell that it had, so he missed it when his cousin got behind him. He didn’t, however, miss it when the headphones came down and the screaming voices pierced his eardrums.

That ripped through the green fog that had taken root around his mind, leaving him gasping for breath as he threw the headphones to the floor. Ollow shouted – not at him, more in shock – but Specter barely heard the words. If there were words. He hit the floor, panting, one hand on his head, the other desperately scrabbling against the floor, pulling him along towards the door.

[i]No, no, no, no, no,[/i] he clicked with his fingers, panting as Ollow leaned down to pick up the headphones. [i]No, no, can’t…can’t…[/i]

What he had done – first to Jamie and Victoria, and what he was about to do to Ollow and Lilla – flashed through his head. His eyes went wide as he remembered what Katie was, what she wanted from him, what she was getting him to do to his family and the others that they had brought here.

This was a conversion. He was the one…he was the tool of her converting them.

He whipped his head up, trying to get Ollow’s attention as his cousin checked the headphones. Even as the metal-head muttered ‘didn’t think it was that bad,’ Specter tried to get his attention, waving, snapping, clicking.

But then, it was too late. He saw, out of the corner of his eye, Lilla picking up the cake and taking a bite. He remembered the tea, remembered the sounds that followed, and knew that it was too late for her.

[i]No, no, no, no![/i]

Desperately, he pushed himself to his feet, trying to grab Ollow by the arm. However, before he could, Lilla was between him and her, pushing him back gently. Just a little, but firmly enough to put herself between him and Ollow.

“Don’t worry, Specter. I’ll make sure that it’s fine…you just…run along…”

He tried to shake his head, to put himself between his cousin and her, but she gave him another push…and was just forward enough by putting her hand down between Ollow’s legs to make it clear what she wanted that there was no way that he was going to get his cousin’s attention. Long-haired Ollow blushed, but grinned at the same time.

“Yeah, uh…maybe we could use some alone time.”

“That’s right. We could,” Lilla said.

[i]We gotta talk. Please![/i]

“Later. Promise,” Ollow said.

And he probably meant it, too, probably meant every word. But that didn’t mean that they were going to get that chance. Before he could push for more, though, Lilla nudged him to the door, and before he knew it, he was locked out.

He stared at the door, shaking his head until that soft green light caught him again…

#

“Heh, what’s gotten into you?”

“Mmm, I don’t know…but I know what I want to get into me…”

Lilla grinned as she pushed her boyfriend into the bed. She felt a little bad about kicking Specter out of the room, but she didn’t want him to be here for this. This was something that was between her and Ollow, something that she needed more than she had initially realized. The heat that was already rising between her legs, soaking her panties and spreading down her thighs, was something that she’d never felt for another guy before. Never felt for anyone before, as a matter of fact.

In all honesty, she didn’t trust herself with an audience. She wanted Ollow, but if there was someone else around, then there was the slight possibility that she might allow a threesome to happen, and she didn’t want a relationship like that. Not right now, at the very least.

She loomed over him, straddling him as she pulled her shirt off. Her bra felt tighter, hotter against her chest than it had been before, and she groaned as she fiddled with the straps. Ollow helped her with that, his face having the same expression as any guy that was about to see a hot pair of tits. She grinned at him, pulling her bra free as soon as she could, showing off everything that she had to offer.

It was a decent amount. She’d been the star of mosh pits before, everyone trying to get a feel. No more of that, though. These were just for him.

His hands went for her breasts almost immediately, and as she slid down a bit more, she could feel his bulge poking her through his pants, riding up against her. He was already more than in the mood.

And if that cake had given her this burst of interest…

Any good metal-head had some experience with drugs and intoxicants. Most of them were limited to alcohol or weed, but everyone at least tried the low-end party stuff. This shit, though…

Lilla had never gotten such an instant hit off this stuff before, and she wanted to know where the hell Katie had found it. She wanted a hell of a lot more than what she’d already gotten, that was for sure.

“Mmmph…you’re sexy,” Ollow said.

And yet, he said it a little too clinically for her taste. She wanted him to be chomping at the bit for her, wanting everything that she had to offer, not just looking at her and thinking ‘she’s hot.’ She wanted him…

She wanted him to feel like she did. And there was still half of that little cake left.

She grinned as she reached for it, pulling it over and dangling it over his mouth. He chuckled at her.

“What, you’re going to feed me?”

“You going to complain?” she asked.

“Not a bit.”

“Open wide.”

She pushed the cake into his mouth, stuffing it past his lips. He took two good bites and down it went. Lilla barely had to wait a couple of heartbeats before she felt his cock throb upwards, jumping in his pants, begging for her already. His breath caught in his throat, and a light sheen of sweat shone on his face.

“Oh, fuck…”

“Yeah…fuck…”

“You…you gonna…”

“Oh, I’m gonna,” she muttered, stroking a finger along his neck, running her fingers through his hair. “I’m gonna…all night long…”

“Mmmph…I didn’t think you could get hotter…but you just did.”

“Just wait til I get going.”

But there was more. So much more. Things to keep him going for her, things that would make sure that he did what she wanted. The collar. She’d brought that, had it in her luggage. It would keep him remembering what he was, where he was supposed to be.

She slid off him, and the minute she did, he was undoing his pants, pulling his cock out, stroking. She slapped his wrist.

“Ah ah.”

“Mmmph…”

“Wait like a good boy, and it’ll be a hell of a lot better.”

“Not fair.”

“You do what I say, and it’ll be so much better.”

“…”

“Good boy.”

Knowing that he wouldn’t be able to wait long – and not wanting to torture him too much – she darted for her bags. The collar was buried near the bottom, but she knew just where it was and pulled it free, fishing it out with a flourish. He gasped as he saw it, but his cock throbbed for her to see.

Oh, he was interested, alright. Very interested.

She stroked the leather collar across his neck before snapping it on. It was harder than she expected, almost like his hair was in the way. It hadn’t been, not just a few seconds ago, but maybe…maybe she was just getting too in the mood to notice. She shivered, feeling little prickles running up and down her body, heat and sweat running across her pores, making her all the more conscious of her clothes.

No point in them with what they were going to do. She pulled them off, all but ripping them away. She groaned as she tossed her clothes to the floor, leaving her completely naked over him, her pussy dripping against his cock as she pinned it to his stomach. He gripped her hips, but she only grabbed him by the wrists, holding him down.

“Ah ah…”

“Mmmph…”

“I’m going to take charge tonight,” she whispered, smiling as she leaned in, her breasts against his chest. She hooked a finger under the collar. “And you’re going to be a good boy and do what you’re told.”

“Mmph…heh…alright…”

“Alright, what?”

“Alright, mistress.”

“Good boy, you’re learning.”

She rolled her hips forward, grinding his cock down between her thighs, feeling it rubbing right up against her clit. It was just what she needed right then, but she didn’t let it linger. Instead, she rolled back, feeling things popping and cracking as she did, the sensation so strange, but barely enough to hold her attention compared to that utter heat.

She’d never felt anything like that in her life. It was so strong that she could think of little else besides the need to have someone, something inside of her. Preferably something that was capable of filling her with children. The urge to breed – specifically, breed – rather than just getting off was almost too much to bear.

She slid down, feeling his shaft between her pussy lips, feeling it about to pop into her. Other things popped, too, from her toes to her fingers, from her jaw to her spine. It felt almost like there was something wiggling back there, something trying to push out of the small of her back to rise up over her ass.

If she’d been more sober, she would have been more concerned, but she was riding high on the pleasure of that fucking cake, and she wanted him inside her, regardless of what was going on. Even when she looked up at his face again, saw that his teeth were pushing past his lips more than they should have been, that his ears were slowly rolling along the sides of his head, she didn’t care.

All that mattered was the pleasure.

All that mattered, in that moment, was him.

She slid back, taking his cock all the way in, and she moaned…and yowled.

#

Specter was in Katie’s room again, shivering from head to toe in the knowledge of what he had caused, what he had done. The thumping from Jamie and Victoria’s room had stopped, and he hoped that meant that they were okay, but he remembered what they had become. Wolves. Horny, needy wolves.

And now…

[i]Why…[/i]

“It’s what we needed to do,” Katie said.

[i]You made me do this.[/i]

“Yes. For their own good. And yours.”

[i]They are not family anymore.[/i]

“Don’t say that.”

[i]They are not themselves anymore.[/i]

“They’re not human anymore. That’s all.”

[i]That is enough. More than enough.[/i]

They had all been human until that moment. They had all been close, and now, he had been the one forced to betray their species. They had all worked so hard to stay normal, to not fall victim to what was happening to the rest of the world, and now…

Katie stood in front of him, gently tilting his head up. He wanted to look away, but the green light held his gaze, making him look her in the eye. It made him feel like he was pinned, some sort of thing to study, some toy rather than a person.

He didn’t like that there was a part of him that liked that.

“This was going to happen, one way or another,” she said. “I wanted to make it happen easier than this, but if I didn’t do it –”

[i]You did not have to do this.[/i]

“I did.”

[i]No, you did not.[/i]

“I did, because if I didn’t, one of the others would. You know that there’s other anthros looking for you, specifically; they’re hunting you after what you did, bringing up what happened in court. It’s revenge for them.”

[i]…[/i]

“What would you prefer, huh? That you just fall victim to some random anthro on the street that thinks you’re cute, or hates you? Or someone like me that tries to at least make it a bit better? That lets them stay them?”

[i]They are not themselves.[/i]

“They will be. When the horny wears off, they will be.”

[i]Will they be happy?[/i]

“…I hope so.”

[i]You do not know?[/i]

“It depends…they might go far enough to get into it, they might start liking their new bodies, or they might fight it, and feel upset.”

In other words, she had forced the bodies on them. They might be able to make themselves okay with it, or maybe be touched with enough magic that they wouldn’t help but feel okay with it, but there was a chance that they’d still feel wrong afterward.

It wasn’t a willing transformation. They were still going to have to come to terms with it, if it was as gentle and as ‘open’ a transformation as Katie said it was. If they were actually flat-out happy with their new bodies, that would just mean that she’d used even more magic than she was actually admitting. He didn’t know what to think.

He didn’t know what to feel, either. He had been used, and used hard. There was so much guilt in him from that…

Katie gently nuzzled him, and he tried not to feel grateful for the little bit of affection that came from feeling her muzzle against him again. The kitsune form should have been monstrous, but the longer that he was around her, the more that he started to feel comforted by it. He didn’t want to be, but he did.

“I’m giving them what I can. They’ll come out of it more or less the same as they went in, I promise,” she said. “There’s only so much I can do, but I’m doing everything that I can. The idols, the change, the sex –”

[i]Why the sex?[/i]

“Because it makes them feel more like themselves while they change. Yes, it’s…more…but that means that they don’t feel traumatized.”

[i]They might not want it.[/i]

“[i]Everyone[/i] wants sex, Specter. They always do.” She kissed his cheek. “It’s happened now. Jamie and Victoria are wolves now, and won’t be turning back. Ollow and Lilla are changing, too…”

#

Ollow grunted as he thrust away, matching his hips to the tugs on the leash that came from below. He moaned every time that he bottomed out inside of Lilla, feeling her hips pushing back to meet him, knowing that he was giving her exactly what she wanted because the leash and collar left no room for misunderstanding.

In, out, in, out, her wetness pulling him on, her transformation – something that he was rapidly becoming ever more aware of – only making her more alluring in his eyes. Maybe it was the scent that rolled off her, maybe it was the sheer warmth of her sex compared to what it used to be, but fuck, she was a hot little pussy.

And she was a pussy now. A leopard, of some kind, white and black and beautiful. Her fluffy tail wrapped around him, pulling him closer, and his head pressed down against her neck as she pulled the leash that much tighter, dragging him closer.

“Mmmph…that’s it…”

She squeezed on him, and he moaned, panting in her ear. She leaned back, nibbling the side of his muzzle as it continued growing out.

“Not yet…”

“Mmmph…I’m so close…”

“Just hold out a bit longer, kitty…”

She had started calling him that partway through their fun, when it had been clear that they were both changing. Kitty he was; she was a wild cat, and he was more of a house feline, something that belonged on a mantlepiece, something that wandered from room to room to cause mischief and look cute. She was the wild one. She was the one in charge.

In, out, in, out, his own tail high, his fur bristling as he felt himself getting and closer and closer to the point of climax. Was he going to cum soon? Was he going to be allowed? He hoped so. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold out.

In, out, in, out, each thrust leaving him shaking from head to toe as he felt just how hard he’d become, how his furry balls hung down, how his body was just so…so sensitive compared to the other times that they’d had fun together. This was better. Their new bodies were so much better for this.

In, out, in, out, her leash giving her just enough leverage to pull him forward, but never enough to hurt him. The collar felt good on his neck, giving him some sense of belonging to her, rather than just…being there. Her partner, her lover, her male.

Her stud.

Mmmm, that was a hot thought. He picked up the pace when she allowed it, feeling his cock throbbing all the harder, almost like the veins in it were standing out, like he was going to cum any second. His breath puffed past her ear, and she moaned, flicking them slowly.

“Mmmph…can I…”

“Mmmph…”

“Please…”

“Heh…”

“Please…please…”

“Alright, Ollow…you may.”

That was all that he needed to hear. Ollow picked up the pace for one, two, three, up to five thrusts, and then finally lost control. With a deep growl that echoed through his throat, he hilted himself, holding in place as he came. Each shot went straight through him, and he felt it better than any jerk-off session that he’d ever had, better than any drug-boosted edging session that he’d gone through.

Cum.

Cumming.

Cumming.

He could feel the heat washing over him, running through his dick and out into her. She moaned softly from it, and he could feel those little clenches that meant that she was getting off to it, too. He moaned under his breath, his eyes closing tightly, his mouth falling open in a low moan.

And then, just as it had started, it stopped.

They laid there, her on all fours, him over her. She let the leash have some slack, and he pulled back. The squelching, wet feeling against his cock was new, and as he pulled back, he saw that he had let out a massive amount of seed. The sheer flood of it came out with white rivers from her, running down her thighs and dripping to the sheets.

“Holy…”

“Mmmph…”

She reached back, covering herself for a moment, only to relax and let it go. It was a beautiful sight, too. He kept staring until he realized she had said something else.

“Huh?”

“Specter,” she said. “Where is he?”

“I…oh, god.”

“He did this.”

“And he – oh god. Katie.”

“We better find them,” Lilla said, the snow leopard groaning as she swung herself over the side of the bed. “Come on.”

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: The transformation spreads, this time going to the other cousin and the other girl.

Tags: M/F, Hypnosis, Corruption, Transformation, Femdom, Collar, Leash, Vaginal, Orgasm, Cum, Feline, Human, Vixen, Kitsune, Tails, Breasts, Groping, Series, Creampie,