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Your Hermification at The Wilde Thyme (MtH Version)

By Leah Wolf Jacobs (WolfLeah)

#1 in The Wilde Thyme

Intimate flirtation at a bar called The Wilde Thyme deepens into euphoric transformation as you become a Laquine with draconic elements.

I made two versions of this story. This first version focuses on you starting as a Male and becoming a Feminine Hermaphrodite.

The second version focuses on you starting as a Female and becoming a Masculine Hermaphrodite.

This chapter is inspired by my guide back to writing, Zmeydros, and her character Elara. She has been gracious enough to help me with editing as well.

She can be found at both https://zmeydros.sofurry.com/ and https://www.furaffinity.net/user/zmeydros/. You can also support her on Patreon.

You know you want to read her stories.

This is the first in a series of vignettes involving me, Leah (a Wolf-Dragon Hybrid) turning people into their fantasies and fursonas. All Characters are over 21 years of age. Do not read this story if it's illegal to do so.

If there's enough interest I'll open commissions for completely unique transformation experiences. For now I have this chapter and then two more friends getting transformed.

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Male to Feminine Herm Version

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Earlier tonight, we slid past each other in a crowded bar. The Wilde Thyme was serving hipster cocktails, with no substitutions allowed.

You were there at the invitation of an old friend. I felt your aura as my arm grazed yours. Neither of us dropped our walnut-oil-washed, clarified bourbon milk punch cocktail, with its rosemary and thyme infused ice-cube, and caramel-dipped-wafer garnish.

Our eyes connected for a moment and we smiled at each other before gliding away through the crowd.

As the evening wore on, we both happened to take a break for nature at the same time. In the small queue for the restrooms, we struck up a conversation.

After a few minutes, I was finally first in line. When the door opened, I grabbed you by the collar and pulled you into the bathroom with me, bolting the door behind us.

I kissed you then, aggressive but tender, gauging your reactions. You didn't disappoint. You balanced your reactions to dance with my lips and tongue in a tango from a punk band.

I broke the kiss and twirled away, smiling at you in the most mischievous way. Your aura told me you were ready for what I was about to do. I was sober enough to know I should ask your permission, but buzzed enough to do it no matter what you would have said. That's when I made a decision that would change your life, forever.

***That leads us to***

Right now, I'm running my hand down your chest as I plant a tiny kiss on your nose, give you a wink, and lower slowly to my knees. My hand keeps pace, running down your belly.

Unnoticed for a moment is that my kiss on your nose sends a ripple of change through your face, making glasses unnecessary for your now vibrant, violet-colored eyes, ending the existence of every unwanted facial hair, plumping your lips, and otherwise feminizing your features while keeping you looking like you.

The touch down your chest sends waves to perk up your nipples to a delightful plumpness. Then the breasts behind them swell into their full bounty, round and firm, yet supple.

Desperate to watch your changes, you grab your shirt with both hands and rip it open, snapping buttons off in all directions. You shake it off your shoulders and throw it in the corner with amused contempt.

Just as you get distracted by your newly perfected tits, my hand reaches your belt. I make short work of your pants and boxers, pulling them down past your knees.

I guide your cock into my mouth and then reach around you with both hands and grab your ass cheeks. I pull your hips forward and take your entire cock into my mouth and throat. The second your cock hits the back of my tongue, my face flows forward into my wolf-dragon muzzle, making it easy to take you in all the way and still extend my forked tongue to wrap around and lick behind your balls.

You look down to see the golden eyes of a wolf, set in a face that is somehow as feminine as it is feral. Incredibly soft, short, grey fur covers my face, with the exception of a dash of brown on my forehead and leading back into my hair-turned-fur. Wolf ears peak and swivel at each grunting groaning gasp you make. A black nose kisses your pubes, sending a cascade of white fur out from its touch. The nose is as wet as you'd expect but the texture is that of tiny, black scales. It's only then that you notice the same tiny black scales on my eyelids and just above, acting like permanent shimmering eyeshadow.

Horns ease painlessly from each side of my forehead, swooping back in a wave to an upturned tip. Grey and brown mix in the keratinoid covering their length. You have a quarter second to think “handlebars" before other changes grab your attention.

From the ten fingernails-turning-claws gripping your backside, your flesh swells into a muscled and lusciously round, heart-shaped, bubble butt. The change flows forward to your belly and down to your thighs, knees, calves, and then finally feet. Your stomach clenches as your waist thins, and abs grow taut, toned, and strong, but retain a pleasantly cuddleable coating of fat. Your thighs grow thicker with powerful muscles and the redistributed mass from your shrinking height. By the time your feet grow into pink-padded paws, gain dark brown claws on the altered toes, and snap your shoes open at the seams, your height has shrunk to about 5'4" or 160cm. You would think there'd be some sort of unsteadiness on your new legs, but they continue to hold you up as faithfully as ever. Your arms seem to slim down, but feel even stronger than before.

The cock that my maw had made room for, takes that room back now as it grows into laquine perfection. The skin still visible around your base becomes black as pitch. You will soon find out that the color spreads evenly up your enlarging length. You're grateful for my oral control that keeps my fangs from your ebon flesh. The head flattens as your length grows longer and thicker, threatening to press down my esophagus.

The scrotum my tongue is laving with saliva, swells from within. Your balls grow larger till they are heavy and fecund with possibility.

My draconic forked tongue licks and presses against that patch of tender flesh behind your balls, the tips alternately twining together as they apply pressure, and then prying apart as they open the way into your changing flesh. Within seconds, they're delving deeper than you can understand. They lick at the tender wrinkled skin of your perineum until it puffs and swells into thick black pussy lips.They focus on one spot and flick at a bud of flesh, swelling it into a sensitive grape sized button of pleasure. They lick around it in circles, forming a hood for your clit. In less than a minute, your perfect horse cunt winks at the open air before being stuffed with my tongue.

Like a snake or dragon, I breathe through my nose even as your horse cock spears halfway down my throat. I lick your newly formed clit in slow circles, matching the motions with my mouth and throat. I keep up a slow and steady pressure on your clit, and maintain even suction on your shaft, drinking the rapidly increasing flow of precum. My grip on your now plushly muscled ass keeps you from thrusting on your own without moving my entire body with you.

I drive you crazy with slowly building pleasure, guzzling your copious pre and fem-cum.

Like a pump from a well, with each suck and lick I draw more change into your body from the wellspring of my magic. The changes that have begun now accelerate toward their inevitable completion.

Your coccyx, that vestigial tailbone at the base of your spine, twitches and presses outward, adding vertebrae, flesh, and skin. It thickens to draconic proportions, pushing from between the top end of your embiggened butt cheeks, adding its girth to your new heart-shaped ass. The length stretches till it touches the floor and surprises you further when it reflexively recoils from the touch of cold, sealed concrete.

Your asshole, now at the juncture of the underside of your tail, swells with durable muscle until it's the shape of a swollen puckered donut. The skin of it has turned as black as your cunny and cock. Crisp white fur, bright as newfallen snow at midday, flows in even waves from the edges of your sexual core, up over your hips and ass, down to your toes, cascading down your new tail to the tip, running up over your abdomen to your gorgeous tits and nips. The nipples themselves darken to the now familiar black of your genitals and finish their coloration just as your face begins pushing forward into a cute bunny muzzle and pink button nose. Your long eyelashes flutter in near-orgasmic pleasure. Your white fur reaches its final destination as the tips of your ears are covered instead in black-furred hairs.

Later I'm sure you'll come to appreciate the black spots that adorn your cheeks, hips and a few other places on your otherwise brilliantly white fur. For now, something inside you tells you that you're complete.

You smile a wicked smile and grab both my horns. You've decided that I've been topping from the bottom for too long and it's time for a girl like you to take charge of her horny bitch. My eyes gaze up at you from your continuing blowjob, that has you on the edge of climax, but only the edge. In them you see permission and a dare. A dare to wrest control from my wanton debauchery and take me as you see fit.

Your “handlebar" thought re-enters your mind and you decide it's a wonderful idea. Your now bunny hybridized hands, with their own brown-black claws and pink paw pads, grip my horns tightly. My eyes and the corners of my lips show you a grin and I start licking your cunt and clit faster, as intensely as my lingual organ is capable of thrusting.

Not to be out-done, you start fucking my face like it's an ex who still owes you money. My grip on your furry ass starts instead massaging the sensitive base of your tail, letting you know in no uncertain terms that I want your cum in my throat, by any means necessary.

Your eyes close, head tipped back, right foot thumping the floor through broken shoes, moaning your lust with the first hint of your new feminine voice box. You ravage my throat at a blazing pace for a few moments longer before your altered organs finally tip over that edge into climax. You let out your first horse whinny as your knot swells, just outside my lips. Your huge balls and prostate finally get to release their pent-up load down my slutty throat, pumping your cream directly into my belly.

As you come down from your orgasm you release my horns. I draw back off your cock and away from your hypersensitive clit with intentional slowness.

You stare as inch upon inch of black horse cock emerges from my black-scaled lips into the cool, air conditioned breeze. In the end, your mighty pillar is fourteen inches long and nearly as wide as a soda can.

Its flared tip is even wider and you sputter out, “How the…?!" in your new feminine voice.

Smirking broadly, I say, “A little dragon magic goes a long way." My hand wraps part way around your deflating draconic knot and gives it a quick squeeze for emphasis before letting go.

I stand up. You see me in my true form; grey, brown, and white fur, silver-grey, black, and pearlescent-white scales, a hybrid of wolf, dragon, and horse, my cock so similar to your own but with a few added ridges down the length and a three lobed knot around the base. My prehensile, furred and scaled dragon tail sways behind me as I stand on draconic claws and run my hands over my eight nipples, capping breasts in descending cup sizes; from D cup at the top, to C on my lower ribs, B on my upper abs, and small puffy A cups below my belly button.

A little twirl, put on for your enjoyment and my exhibitionism, leads to me sauntering over to the toilet, grabbing the handicap safety rails, bending over at the waist and raising my tail high. The top forms a cute question mark as I ask, “Are you ready to own this pussy?"

You nod with a growing grin so I add, “Prove it."

With a horse-like snort from your rabbit nostrils, your foot long bunny ears pointing directly at me, like focused radar dishes, and a delightful burst of determination, you cross the room in three strides, line up your massive cock and thrust into my dripping-wet, black-scaled, horse snatch.

“Don't hold back." I grunt.

You don't.

I let out an involuntary moaning groan of pleasured relief as your giant horse cock scratches an itch so deep that only it could help me. Your strong rabbit-like hands grasp my hips tightly and you proceed to rail me like a bullet train.

You fuck me with all the vigor that I teased but didn't supply to our initial encounter. I moan and thrust back into your pounding with all I have. My tail wraps around the side of your hip, around your right ass cheek, and plunges into your cunt's folds until I'm penetrating you fully, matching pace with your thrusting hips.

Minutes later you cum again from both cock and pussy at the same time, whinnying loud enough to be heard beyond the front door of the bar, filling my pussy with all the cum it can drink. Your climax triggers my own. My pussy gushes fem-cum around the knot that you somehow kept out of my yearning snatch and my horsecock blasts its load, across the black ceramic tiles and white porcelain below me, in sympathetic orgasm.

We both pant from our exertion. I straighten up while you're still inside me, using my tail to keep you tight to me as I lean my back against your plush tits, turning my head to the side to try and steal a kiss. You oblige me and our tongues dance while our fire slowly cools to warm, glowing embers.

A moment of rational thought enters your mind and you listen to the higher processes of your brain enough to say, “We're going to be in so much trouble." A hint of panic creeping into your softened voice.

“I doubt it."

“What do you mean 'I doubt it'?"

“Well I own the place." I state matter-of-factly.

“Somehow, I'm not surprised." Your new lilting voice sounds sexy and sultry in a way that just feels right.

“I hate to ask but I have needed to pee since before we got in here…"

Reluctantly you pull from my satin snatch, dumping half a liter of cum onto the tiles below us when your flare pops free.

You turn around saying, “Oh, of course." and avert your gaze. I aim my dragon-horsecock into the bowl and release a stream to do our distant racing cousins proud.

You do the same while I wash my hands. When you finish, and then wash yours, we remove the last remnants of our now useless clothing, and leave Bathroom #3 to whoops, hollers, and cheers from the crowded bar. I let you know that the lead bartender, Cecil, will help get you clothes to get home in.

A racoon hybrid of indeterminate gender stands ready with mop and bucket, entering the room we just vacated. The bartender rings a bell and asks the quickly quieting room, “Who had the square with “hung fem rabbit herm"?" A large chalkboard, you hadn't paid attention to earlier, hangs behind the bar with a grid of descriptions and sketches.

A gorgeous woman at the bar cheers and holds up her ticket. “I'm next!" She announces joyously. A few patrons groan in disappointment, but far more share another cheer, for someday, if they're at all lucky, I'll remake them into their truest inner self as well.